The fucked up family of Dionysos

The Dionysian Artist presents three family trees for Dionysos, which are not entirely contradictory to one another, even if they don’t all fit perfectly. Things like this are among the reasons I don’t take myths literally.

But, hey, everybody’s family is at least a little messed up, right?

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We Need a Sacred Bartender

Update from Thiasos Bakkheios:
We recently had another chanting and drumming and (some) dancing devotional. I’m going to report on it as best I can. Only some of these are my personal recollections; certain gaps in my memory had to be filled in with information supplied by “dude, you were so wasted” stories people told about me the day after.

The plan was to sacrifice food and drink to Dionysos and His friends and relations, to build up the energy and the ecstasy with chanting and drumming, and to ask the god if He’d be so kind as to send us some sign in our dreams as to how we can best make our individual relationships with him stronger.

Indigenous People’s Day

Thoughts I had on Indigenous People’s Day, yesterday:

I was born on land disputed by the Iriquois Confederacy and the Cherokee, land where the Shawnee moved when the whites forced them out of Virginia.

 

I grew up on the land where the Baxoje (Iowa) lived, where once the Dakota and Sauk roamed.

 

I live now on land fished and farmed by the Olohne, and where the Muwekma and others still live.

 

The land I live on, from which I derive my life, is Native land, shaped by Native lives, soaked with Native blood.

 

I remember. I will not let others forget. I will pay the debt incurred by my white ancestors, as best I can, to the descendants of those they wronged.