Why I venerate Cloacina and the sacred sewer.
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 oracularContinue reading “Oracle for one”
I’ve been serving as an oracle of Poseidon since July, and recently a colleague asked me about my process. There is little which is certain about how such rituals were performed in antiquity; regardless, even if it’s how it happened at Delphi, I’m not planning on inhaling volcanic vapors anytime soon. Delphi is a locationContinue reading “Glimpse into my oracular process”
A sandwich is a thing framed by another thing, with the thing in the middle being the part that matters when it’s being named: it’s a ham sandwich, not a rye sandwich. This is why I find the phrase “compliment sandwich” utterly nonsensical; it should be called a criticism sandwich, a putdown hero, an insultContinue reading “Death sandwich”
The miasma which leads a sizable majority of Americans not to bother to vote is the idea, “my vote doesn’t matter.” I know better: I saw a local race decided by one vote, and the loser didn’t vote for himself. My vote matters. Received yesterday: this sigil, which I then empowered to pull that cloudContinue reading “Real money magic: my vote matters, your vote matters.”