I have noted before that I have pulled back on ritual work for the moment, something which Apollon this month confirmed through divination is still appropriate by saying, “Stay, friend.” In practice this means I stick with what’s daily and have laid down weekly and monthly work, including many of my priestly duties.
My oracular work remains, and during my preparations yesterday I was told, “Bring an extra index card with you.” These are the cards on which I transcribe the questions ahead of time, and write down the responses during the session. For this one I had no question.
When my ritual engine is running on all cylinders, my weekly time in the temple space with Poseidon nearly always results in something to be written down. I have pages and pages of words which have come just from being in his presence. Most often it’s just a sentence, something which might be found in a fortune cookie if one were to frequent a Chinese restaurant with an Hellenic bent. Other times, including but not limited to during the Vigil for the Bulls, I’ve received full hymns and even insight into mysteries I’ve never seen referenced in ancient texts.
I could feel his presence more closely than ever before, and the period after each answer was delivered was quite long as I basked in his company. When he bid me pick up the final card — the blank one — it was to give me a gift such as he is wont to in the temple. As it happens, in the back of my mind I have been pondering if the end of my time as a pagan journalist might be better used as the beginning of a period teaching sacred journalism, a way to seek and reveal truth. This has been nought but a notion, no more solid than the diaphanous garments I always find for sale at festivals when I am looking for something to warm my bones. Poseidon warmed my bones by offering some ideas as to the tenets for initiating others into such a path.
What’s curious is that Poseidon isn’t personally vested in sacred journalism. He gave me this because he misses me, and wanted me to know it. I miss him, too, and I am grateful that even in the dark and the silence he is present. I may not be able to bear as much of his immortal self at the moment, but he desires me whole and is patient with the process.
Soon, the temple will be open again. Never doubt the gods are with you, friends, even when you have pulled away or they seem to have withdrawn. The gods are undying and unfailing. The gods make us whole when we are broken or near to breaking. The gods complete the universe.