I have returned from the seventh annual Babalon Rising festival, although not entirely to consensus reality.  The real magic of the festiv...

I'll be leaving for this year's Babalon Rising festival in just two scant days.  This is the seventh year of the festival.  As a ...

Another Babalon Rising festival is in the books, and my life is beginning to show signs of what those in consensus reality would call nor...

I wrote previously about my experience of running the Babalon Rising festival for its fifth year. I compared it to a child, grown beyond ...

June has been a rewarding but exhausting month. I've been ill twice, and now that I am well I find myself combating a bout of depressio...

I'm sure it's Pagan blogging protocol to have at least one post about your tattoos. If you don't have any tattoos then, obvious...

Kiss me you Fool We are but a couple of cards I AM the third sphere You are falling from the Tower Into my toothy black yoni Scream My Name ...

Mine the cup of crimson blood that scarlet tips the upraised rood. The rose, the serpent, and the sacred flame, these are sigils of my name....

V.I. I AM. I, the nail upon which the stars are hung. The nail which pierces the flesh of suns and sons. Draining forth their blood into the...