Fire circle rituals. Punk rock mosh pits. Raves. Ordeal rites. BDSM practices.
And drugs, of course.
State of consciousness is a function of brain operation, mostly through the varying levels of several key neurotransmitters (examples being the mood-regulating and executive-functioning neu...
A mendicant is a beggar: a poor person who importunes others for money or other material support. In Pagandom, we remember many holiday traditions rooted in mendicant practices. This post is about the special wonders of traditions involving house-to-house beggary, and the deeper meanings associa...
Joyous, pleasurable, a little transgressive, and underneath all that, sacred.
That’s May Day to me.
Historically in Europe, May Day was the beginning of summer–the time when freezes were generally over and spring foliage was leafing out. It was the time of the custom of “going a-Maying”, w...
What I know is this: the gatherings are lovely. Good people, good humor, intelligent conversation, kind values. The kind of people I am proud to call friends.
The Atheopagan Society has now produced two in-person events for Atheopagans: the Suntree Retreats, in Colorado Springs, Colorado, USA...
I have a predilection for watching trees sway in wind.
Understanding that under the hypnotic dance, swaying resiliently against the buffets of air, there is extraordinary chaos mathematics: that the raised arms of the trees as if to pray to the Sun–for, after all, isn’t that what they are doi...
It’s a natural impulse: what, right now, is the damned point?*
What’s the point of spirituality, of religion? What’s the point of personal rituals and seasonal celebrations, of rites of passage?
With things as they are, why bother with things like mythopoetic expression?
And I am here ...