A Month of Written Devotion for Melek Ta’us, the Peacock Angel
I have rainbow disco balls on my altar. Little ones, mind you, only a couple of inches in diameter.
One of the folks I know did a devotional for Melek Ta’us, in which these disco balls were given to each of the participants. I forget exactly how they were used in the devotional, but I do recall why.
In the crowd where I met the Angel, we were focused, though not exclusively, on the Feri attribution of queerness to him. Partly, this was due to the fierce beauty of him, and partly to the trials he went through on the way to finding his love of humanity. He found beauty and love even in Hell, which seemed to parallel the struggles of many of the queer folk involved in Feri, as they dealt with discrimination and hate on a daily basis, and yet found beauty and love in their own lives, and in each other.
Given the specific folks I was working with, the Disco Ball, as a sign of the clubs where some found such beauty, and also as a sign of taking joy in life to spite those who would see us die, seemed a perfectly normal thing to use in ritual.
So to remind me of light, even in the darkest times: Tiny, mirrored balls. Seems good to me.
Ember’s doing it, too: MWD-Light