• I've been talking to god lately. I told Her that I was sorry that I didn't do it as often as I once did, but that I wasn't one of those people who only do it when they want something (even though this was one of those times). And I told Her that I missed Her in my life; that those times when I needed Her and I felt Her wings wrapped about me in comfort represented all the faith that I would ever need.

    After a very little while, She told me that She knew I wasn't one of those people who only called Her Name when I wanted something. And She wondered why I said I missed Her in my life. Comfort in times of trial was not Her only gift. Was not the love I felt in my heart also Her Gift?

    She said that the love I felt was not only Her gift, but a song in honor of Her Name. And that everything I did with that love in my heart was a ritual to Her: every verse I wrote, every smile upon my face, every act of devotion, each embrace and every kiss, every caress in the dark.

    So I promised Her that I would tend that sacred flame of love in my heart, that I would remember that She was with me in times of trial and of joy, and even unto death.

  • The Feast of St Gabriel the Archangel is on March 24th (last recorded date before it is moved to coincide with Michaelmas, Feast of the Archangels). There seems to be some confusion over when one starts a novena leading up to a Saint's day: do you finish your ninth day of prayers on the Saint's day or do you finish the day before? Not sure. I like the idea of finishing the day before, and leaving the actual Saint's day for simple prayers and offerings.

  • Descend Summer King, Lord of Day
    Midsummer is past
    And the veil beckons.
    Ascend Winter King, Lord of Night
    Midwinter draws nigh
    Take up thy spear.

  • Adoration of Thoth, Son of Ra, Moon,
    Of beautiful rising, Lord of appearings, Light of the Gods,
    By the Prince, Count, Fan-bearer on the King's right,
    Great Troop-commander, Royal Scribe, Horemheb, whose word is right and true,
    he says:
    Hail to You, Moon, Thoth,
    Bull in Hermopolis, dweller in Hesret,
    Who makes way for the Gods!
    Who knows the secrets,
    Who records their expression,
    Who distinguishes one speech from another,
    Who is judge of everyone.
    Keen-faced in the Ship-of-millions,
    Courier of mankind,
    Who knows a man by his utterance,
    Who makes the deed rise against the doer.
    Who contents Ra,
    Advises the Sole Lord,
    Lets Him know whatever happens;
    At dawn He summons in Heaven,
    And forgets not yesterday's report.

    Who makes safe the night-bark,
    Makes tranquil the day-bark,
    With arms outstretched in the bow of the ship.
    Pure-faced when He takes the stern-rope,
    As the day-bark rejoices in the night-bark's joy,
    At the feast of crossing the sky.
    Who fells the fiend,
    Sunders western lightland.
    The Ennead in the night-bark worships Thoth,
    They say to Him:
    "Hail, Son of Ra,
    Praised of Ra, Whom the Gods applaud!"
    They repeat what Your ka(the life-force) wishes,
    As You make way for the place of the bark,
    As You act against that fiend:
    You cut off his head, You break his ba(the soul),
    You cast his corpse in the fire,
    You are the God Who slaughters him,
    Nothing is done without Your knowing,
    Great one, son of a Great One, Who came from Her limbs,
    Champion of Horakhty,

    Wise friend in Heliopolis,
    Who makes the place of the Gods,
    Who knows the mysteries,
    Expounds their words.

    Let us give praise to Thoth,
    Straight plummet in the scales,
    Who repulses unrighteousness,
    Who accepts him who leans not on crime.
    The Tjati(the Prime Minister or Vizier) Who settles cases,
    Who changes turmoil to peace;
    The scribe of the mat Who keeps the book,
    Who punishes crime,
    Who accepts the submissive!
    Who is sound of arm,
    Wise among the Ennead,
    Who relates what was forgotten.
    Counselor to him who errs,
    Who remembers the fleeting moment,
    Who reports the hour of night,
    Whose words endure forever,
    Who enters the Dwat(the Netherworld),
    knows Those in it,
    And records them in the list

  • Working The Headless Rite from the PGM in a time of grief.

  • Kindle a flame
    on this longest night
    not to hold back
    the dark and the cold
    but to rejoice
    in the rebirth
    of the infant sun.
    Today the King is born, again.
    Long live the King.
    Sol Invictus