Spirits live forever, by mortal ken
Young still, when those who first knew them are long dust
But what is forever, when space/time itself will fold back into the void?
Where goes the the God of the Vine, when the last branch on Earth withers?
This is no lament
Eternity is only the event horizon of mortal vision
And passing into Mystery is no bad end
Talking to Myself About Games as Fiction
Musings on the Stories We Tell
Δ, Τέχνη, Λόγος, Λέξις
Spiritual ramblings of a polytheist nature
Musings and Magic From a Silicon Valley Witch
In which the blogger rambles about art, Supernatural, and other random junk.
Artist & Author Lupa
How Conveeeeenient!
a biannual journal of polytheism and spiritwork
Where the Starry Bull thiasos gathers
Breaking down mystical practice and crafting new ritual tech from primary source texts.
Words for the God of Ecstasy
Words for the God of Ecstasy
