Changes to the God of the Month Club

Okay so, I’ve been prompted to change how I approach the God of the Month Club. So far, I would pick 2 Deities from the Neos Alexandria pantheon, and 1 from somewhere else in the world. Since this was random, chosen from shuffling cards, it meant that I could end up with two Greek Gods a month, or two Egyptian. I decided that I’m going to do it differently from now on, dividing the Greek into one deck and the Egyptian into another, so that we get one Deity from each pantheon each month.

I’ve also been getting a push to explore the Vikings/Northern Tradition more thoroughly, so I’ve decided, for now at least, that I will do one Nordic God a month, instead of any God from any pantheon. I really enjoyed studying some of the other Deities from around the world, especially the Orishas and the Hindu Gods, but for now I think it’s important for me to get to know Odin’s family and the world-view and Tradition He comes from. I will probably go back to expanding the “other” category to the entire world again at some point. But not right now.

In this vein, the next Gods for study are Persephone, Montu, and Heimdall. But it’s already so late in the month, that for simplicity’s sake I’m going to wait til June to start. This also gives me time to work on a few other essays that I have had in a half-finished state for quite a long time.

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Round-Up of Interesting Links

When Was Modern Paganism Born?

Incredible pictures of white ravens! Stunning!

My Mother Wasn’t Trash – Heartbreaking and touching. Things we need to talk about, if “progressives” claim to really care about the poor, since they have pretty much abandoned poor whites.

The largest underground lake, now called the Lost Sea and located in Tennessee, was discovered by mistake when a child was playing in caves and woods in 1905. I wonder how many things like this will never be discovered now that we don’t let kids play in the woods by themselves?

Glima: the Martial Arts system used by the Vikings

My Mango Tree Could Kill Me When Food Runs Out – A terrifying reminder of why prepping and guns are important, and also why I live in the freakin’ woods.

Huge, Wooden Giants Hidden in the Woods Surrounding Copenhagen – This is a magnificent art project! I don’t know if the guy is Pagan, but it feels very Pagan. Talk about re-sacralizing the world around us!

Religion in Daily Life

Polytheistic Theology

A woman with vitiligo turns her condition into beautiful art and becomes a body posivity icon

Gods, Volcanoes, and AI – Thoughts about the non-humanness of the Gods and what that means for us and how we relate to Them.

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Lemures and Lemuria

Some cool info on Lemares. Still one day left, tomorrow, if you feel the need to do something to drive them off yourself. I was planning on writing something for this event this month but didn’t get around to it, so I figured I’d share this.

Neptune's Dolphins

umbilicusurbi the Mundus (Opening to the Underworld)

During the Lemuria (the feast of the Lemures), the Lemures try to find a home among the living. Some want to have a proper burial or justice be administered for their wrongful death. Others want a family to adopt Them, and give offerings in their memory. They want people to establish a cultus for Them.

Di Manes (The Dead) are separated into several groups. Di Parentes are the direct ancestors who guard the family line. The Lars (Lares) are the guardians of the home and the land. The Lemures (Note 1) are the Wandering Dead and can be considered “unwelcomed family ghosts.” Finally, there are the Larvae, who wish to do the living harm.

The person who encounters the Lemures has several choices. They can adopt one but they really do not know who these Lemures were. The person can place offerings on…

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Homesteading: Confronting Death

About month ago, we killed and ate our rooster. (I’ve  been behind on my blogging, there has been a lot of work to do) This was the first time we have actually slaughtered an animal. Of course, this is a part of homesteading, but it was a monumental step for my brother and I.

The death was quick and clean, which I was glad for. If we had botched the death, I don’t know if I’d have the heart to try again. Cleaning it was harder. We’ve never done this before, and it is a learning process. We’ve watched a lot of videos on YouTube about how to slaughter and butcher a chicken, and it looks easy. But that’s people who have been doing it for years. I’m not ashamed to say that we ended up wasting some of the meat. We’ll have to keep trying.

It was a strange experience. I wasn’t prepared for how the meat was still warm while we were cleaning it. Of course I knew intellectually that it would be; that you have to get the guts and blood out while its still warm, right away. Somehow, I didn’t think about what the sensation would be like. I’m used to meat being cold, because it’s always come out of a freezer or a refrigerator. Feeling still-warm meat from a creature that was alive 10 minutes ago was beyond eerie. I almost couldn’t stand to touch the meat meat for more than a few seconds and feel the heat it was giving off. It wasn’t just warm; it was hot. Placing your hand on the hot skin of a headless chicken that still has feathers is … strange. It’s hard to explain all the emotions and thoughts it brings up. It was visceral (literally!) in a way nothing else I have experienced so far has been.

But once the head, feet, and skin are gone, a fascinating transformation takes place. It’s not a dead animal anymore. Now it’s food.

This is something that modern people don’t usually deal with, especially if they have never been hunting or did not grow up on a farm. My brother and I were raised in the city and chose this life; this is something we are having to teach ourselves. We decided to kill the rooster for several reasons. On one level, we had not had meat in a few weeks and we were hungry, and that’s what he was there for. But on another, we also wanted to confront death. We NEEDED to confront it. We wanted to make sure that we were emotionally capable of dispatching our livestock, before we ended up getting a lot more. There is a vast chasm of difference between the idea and act, between being okay with the thought of slaughtering animals for food and getting your hands bloody doing so.

One day this will happen to all of us. Death is unavoidable. And all of us are food for something else, even humans. We will be eaten by worms and fungus and germs if we are no devoured by lions and bears. That uncomfortable truth may be part of why most folks now prefer their meat to be gotten in a supermarket, cleanly wrapped in clear plastic and arranged neatly on perfect Styrofoam trays under artificial lighting.

But death is inevitable. And our modern society has such a phobia around it. And it’s not just about food. We also cart our old and sick people off to die alone in hospitals and old folk’s homes, because most people don’t want to look at them and be reminded of their own mortality. Our Pagan ancestors had no such luxury (and would likely be horrified by the cruelty of leaving our elders abandoned for the sin of growing old). Death was omnipresent for them.

Killing and eating my rooster bought me into contact with my ancestors who lived a more natural life than we do today. He had a good life. He had a good death. I had didn’t do the best job of using every part of the meat, but I will get better at cleaning and butchering. This is what it means to be human. This is what it means to be alive. This is the eternal dance of predator and prey. This is is Life. This is Death. This is the Deep Magic of the world.

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Artemis Agon Submission: A Homesteader’s Prayer

My submission to Lykeia’s Agon for Artemis in honor of Mounykhia. Still a week left if you want to submit something!


A Homesteader’s Prayer to Artemis

by Amanda Artemisia Forrester


O Artemis, bright daughter of Leto,

Who knows not the touch of man,

Wild Virgin of the Woods

Who runs with Her nymphs and Her hounds.

I pray You will bless my lands

And guard my home from all intrusion.

May the trees of my forest grow tall and strong.

May their branches be heavy with fruit and nuts,

And the woods abound with deer and boars.

Guide my aim on my hunts,

That I may bring home fresh meat for my family.

Bless my animals with fertility,

Hasten to the side of the females as they give birth,

And protect the vulnerable young until they are strong enough to stand on their own.

Bless the clear, still water of the springs

That feeds the wells, the creek the borders my land,

The river that winds its way past my neighbor’s home.

Earthy Goddess, twin sister of Apollo,

Purify and cleanse me of all miasma,

That I may be pure, that my land may be made a sacred sanctuary.

Great Artemis, this is my homesteader’s prayer to You.

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Athena Agon Submission: Athena of Farmers

This is my submission Alexeigynaix’s Athena Agon, and to that Athena devotional as well.


Athena of Farmers

by Amanda Artemisia Forrester


My Lady Athena

I have worshiped You for decades now,

Since my heart first lurched at the sound of Your name

When I was just a child.

I have followed You through many incarnations,

Chasing Your elusive form, Your armored head above a swirling skirt

From the shores of Greece to Italia

To the heart of sandy Aiegyptos,

Where the natives named You Neith

And You were n’ver there unveiled.

I am now in the midst of another transformation

To my life and my practice.

I am no longer a child of the city and the university,

But a tiller of earth, a grower of seeds and hunter of flesh.

You are named Lady of the City,

And in all incarnations I knew You as such.

I feared that I would not find You in the woods.

I know Artemis, that other Virgin of Olympos,

Huntress of the Wilds, and I love Her well.

But I have come to realize that You have many aspects,

And that Your lesser-known sides are just as great

As those that the poets sing so loudly.

So now I name those aspects that are so highly important to me

As a farmer, a homesteader, a woodswoman.

Greatest Athena, You are a cloud-gatherer, too, like Your great Father,

Who entrusts only You with His greatest weapon,

The lightening bolt crafted by Gaia’s children the Cyclopses.

Without the rains You summon, my plants could not grow,

And my family and animals would not eat.

You were named Anemôtis, subduer of winds,

By Diomedes in Messenia, when You calmed the wild storms

Ravaging his homeland.

The winds howl just as fiercely in the Ozarks.

When Your sacred Temple is built upon the top of a hill You are called Akraia

As are many Deities, Your Father bearing the male version of Acraus.

In Libya You guard Lake Tritonis,

And at Korinth You were called Hellotia

And worshiped in the fertile marshes.

So You guard both hill and lake, both water and land; may You guard mine.

You are Lady of Horses also, Athena Hippia, Inventor of the Bridle

Who bought Poseidon’s unruly creature to heel,

And so made the animal useful to mankind.

Perhaps strangest of all to modern ears,

You bear the name Kolokasia, “Of the Edible Tubers”,

May You guide me to forage in the woods where the secret bounty is hidden.

So, perhaps, it is not so strange for You to be worshiped by a farmer after all.

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Bejeweled Devotion that Glimmers Gold

Beautiful sentiment!

Wyrd Designs

Recently Jennifer Lawrence (not the actress) shared an absolutely, strikingly, lovely sentiment on devotion which inspired me to make this.


Art by Toherrys

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