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A Correction on Prof. Magliocco’s Comments

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The other day, I posted about Prof. Magliocco’s comments on the rise of pagan fundamentalism, as this was a topic posted about recently on The Wild Hunt. I’m very happy with the conversation that was generated here in the comments on my post, so thanks everyone for chiming in there!

Since that time, Prof. Magliocco has posted some corrections and clarifications of her viewpoints, which she did not feel Patrick Wolff correctly or accurately portrayed in his post on The Wild Hunt. Among her further statements are these:

I think there may have been an unintentional misrepresentation of what I actually said. My argument was that constructing a shared identity around belief is problematic, because belief is based on experience. If the gods choose to reveal themselves differently to different people, and if belief is changeable and emergent, as belief scholarship shows it to be, then shared identity needs to be based on something other than belief.

Let me also clarify that belief in and of itself is not “fundamentalist” ( a word I adopted polemically and with some reservations). It is the insistence that only one sort of belief is correct, and the demonization of those who disagree or whose experience is different, that can lead to a dogmatic rigidity that we might want to avoid.

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Belief on its own can’t be fundamentalist, unless that belief is something like “Anyone who doesn’t believe like us is evil and trying to destroy us.” It’s *attitudes* around belief that can become rigid and dogmatic. To be very clear, my talk NEVER labeled particular historical or theological beliefs as “fundamentalist.”

So, there you have it. And–thank all the gods!–there is no indication in Prof. Magliocco’s clarified remarks of the easy assumption (which has been too common in a lot of pagan contexts in the aftermath of recent discussions) of assuming that “any belief = fundamentalism.”

I apologize for being too quick to assume the worst in my earlier post, along the lines of what I’ve been hearing for the past few weeks (including the accusation that I’m a “Nazi fundamentalist”)…it’s not uncommon for those who have been repeatedly hurt in certain ways to become hyper-vigilant, even when it is not necessary to be so.

Again, thank you everyone for commenting here–as always!–and for keeping the discussion at the present blog pretty respectful and non-abusive.

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And, while I’m thinking of it: there’s another issue that I’ve heard come up around some of the fundamentalist accusations over the past few weeks, which could use some more nuance. While I can’t remember everywhere that I’ve seen this, nor who said it, I’ve heard it stated that syncretism and syncretists can’t be fundamentalists. Some have said this in my direction to indicate that they’d never consider me a fundamentalist since I am such an avowed, avid, and advocate of the syncretist theological position. I appreciate the effort of clearing me of such charges! ;)

But, I’d like to argue, conversely, that syncretists CAN be fundamentalists, and I’ve seen it happen on many occasions. I think this is a failure of what syncretism is, or could be under the best of circumstances, but it does occur. Let me give you a few examples.

There are many people who say that Thoth, Mercury, and Hermes are “the same,” and that’s the end of the story, because they’re all gods associated with words and magic. Rather than syncretism being used in a translational sense, it’s being used in an equative sense, and an absolutist one at that. One can never convince people of this viewpoint that there is actually a difference between these individual deities, despite their varying cultures, manifestations, characteristics, and associations–and, no matter how many of them are shared, there are still differences.

Rather than understanding the implied “is” in all statements of theological syncretism as metaphorical rather than literal–”Zeus-Ammon” thus being “Zeus is Ammon,” meaning that “Zeus is similar to Ammon” instead of “Zeus and Ammon are one being”–is taking syncretism literally, and thus it is a fundamentalist approach to the phenomenon. (And let’s ignore the cultic and theological reality for the moment that Zeus-Ammon was a specific cultic manifestation of syncretism, but that Zeus and Ammon individually were still worshipped and acknowledged as different elsewhere, and they only merged or were subsumed in one another at very particular sites and contexts…)

Those who push syncretism to reinforce a monistic viewpoint are often far more fundamentalist in their approach, with all the implications of being unwavering and utterly closed off and derisive of any other viewpoints going along with that term. I have encountered them before, and I suspect I will again.

So, in any case, just some further food for thought on these matters.



Antinous Theopompos

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We are, at present, at the beginning of the period of the year presided over by Antinous the Navigator. This aspect of Antinous will tarry with us for two more months and two more weeks after that, to give way to the next aspect. Most often, we think of Antinous the Navigator as that more apophatic, transcendent, and not-quite-as-present aspect of Antinous that watches and guides from a distance, occasionally “checking in” with us in atypical forms like signs in nature, dreams, and other uncanny events. Antinous the Navigator provides moments of opportunity for minor course-corrections in our journey of life. In other words, Antinous the Navigator is the aid to human souls in this life, and their guide within it: a psychopomp for those still alive as much, if not more than, a psychopomp for those who have already died.

And yet, I don’t think that’s all there is to him, and to his role as Navigator, as my subject line here conveys in fewer words than I’m able to provide in English to indicate the same thought.

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I didn’t have anything in particular today I wanted to write about, but I had a feeling that reading about a little bit would remedy that, and I wasn’t disappointed. As a result of this post by my friend Soli, on various different boundary gods (e.g. Hermes, Hekate, Wepwawet) and their presences in her life, I was making a comment and ended up saying the following:

Antinous is such a deity as well, to various extents–although, in some ways, being he’s as super-syncretistic as he is, he’s also not just a psychopomp for humans and human souls, he’s also a theopomp, as it were…!?!

It’s one of those situations where I didn’t really know what it was I was saying until I got into the middle and end of the sentence…and that got me thinking.

Antinous has a great deal to do with syncretism, not only in the lived and attested realities of his cultus, but also in terms of the phenomenon itself. He’s one of the most recent and most youthful examples of the “god of syncretism” or the super-syncretistic deity, which is shared with Serapis, Sabazios, and a small handful of other gods (and those two are ones which he has multiple lineal connections with in a variety of ways, and with whom he shares a whole pile of syncretistic common deity-nominators!). This makes him a good connection between humans and a wide variety of deities, and I’ve often described this as him being the host of a god-party, where he says “It’s great to meet you! Have you met these other deities yet?” We all know the drill there…

And yet, in a process theology model, he doesn’t just function as a human-become-god who then helps other humans to connect with the gods. I think we can also say that his super-syncretism, especially because of his former mortal status, has become a way for the gods to connect with humans as much as a way for the humans to connect with the gods. He is not only a psychopomp for humans, but in essence a theopomp for the gods to be able to contact humans more easily.

A gate separates two places from one another, and the gate-keeper can allow people on one side in or out, and likewise on the other side. We all too often think of these things from only the human viewpoint, as if the only ones who want to get into contact with divine matters are we humans. And yet, as the experience of many of us has proven over the years, the gods very often actually desire to have contact with humans, and may wish to seek out such contact. Those contacts don’t just “happen”: even for the superlatively powerful gods, there are channels via which they occur. Some attempt to contact humans directly, and that can certainly work. But, using a “touchstone” like Antinous as a super-syncretistic deity can perhaps help them get into the contact with the humans they’re seeking just as much as Antinous can help humans get into contact with the gods they wish to engage with in relationships. Antinous, as a former human, understands humans better than most gods do; and, Antinous being a god understands divinity better than most humans are able to at present.

In other words, it works both ways.

Some might object to such a thought: if the gods are so powerful, why do they need someone like Antinous to get into contact with humans better? Many of the same people who will argue along those lines, though, might also maintain that the gods are radically different than humans, and any of our attempts to understand the gods are not only limited and fallible, but also utterly feeble and not up to the task. If the latter is the case, then how in the world can the gods get in touch with us at all without some sort of intermediary or moderating force to translate their immense numinousness into information that will not overwhelm the human mind and senses? They can’t without some sort of intermediate force.

There are far too many people having mystical experiences that are “indescribable” and that don’t really lead anywhere, now and throughout history, which is the easiest thing to fake in the world–and, to whose benefit? The gods who inspired those experiences, who don’t often get much more devotional attention as a result of them? The humans who go “Oh, that must have been XYZ deity, but other than that, I can’t describe it” and as a result can’t say much more about it other than “well, that happened”? The spiritual communities who hear such experiences and go, “Yeah…so, this indescribable feeling is just like those of every other mystic in every other tradition,” and think thus that monism and apophatic experience is the only sign of “true” mysticism? Yes, an awful lot of that has gone on, and still goes on, but what good does it ultimately do outside of promoting monism and apophatic experience as a sole good unto itself? These things may be fine for Zen practitioners, but as polytheists, that’s never going to be as useful, workable, or appealing for us as for those who are interested in Zen. Many of us have lost the traditions (or, more accurately, have not had access to such traditions because they have been suppressed or destroyed) of discernment and attention training that would allow these experiences to be translated into something more useful to polytheistic peoples. Let’s try to get some of that back…

And, for those who are interested, I think Antinous is one way in which such things can come about again.

I don’t always know what I’ll get with my experiences of Antinous; but, I often know that “at least something” will come, and while it is often entirely by surprise and without notice, it’s nice to have a day when one suspects “Something will happen today,” and to just be ready for it when it does happen. Today was one such day for me, and for that, I am very grateful, not only to Antinous, but to Soli (and Wepwawet, Hekate, Hermes, and other boundary gods) for taking me past that boundary to the other side of it, to see how it might actually be working in many respects from a viewpoint we rarely take seriously or venture to imagine.

Dua Wepwawet!
Khaire Hermes! Khaire Hekate!
Ave Ave Antinoe!


PantheaCon 2013: Three Rituals

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Something I’m noticing: when I’m the most involved in a particular activity, that’s when I think of things like “get a photo of this” the least. And then afterwards, inevitably, I regret not having photos of the events concerned. This is most unfortunate, because–not to put too fine a point on it–I have a rather intriguing life on several occasions during the year, PantheaCon being one of them. As the step-child of a photographer, who has enjoyed taking pictures since I was very young (from age 5 or so), I used to have quite a few photos every time I went somewhere that wasn’t just around the house or around town. But later during my time living in Ireland, I stopped doing that because I realized that to take a photo removed myself from the “action” and the places concerned. Trying to record an experience on actual or digital film would often keep me from actually feeling a place, being fully present in it, and engaging fully with other people in the space. So, I stopped. Now, if at all, I usually say to other people who have these phones with cameras in them (what’s the deal with that?), “Hey, get a picture of this!” And, that may even be worse in certain respects, alas. But, now is one of those times where I really wish I had some photos to go with the events I’m about to describe. Oh well…

So, on to actually describing those events.

No matter what I end up doing at PantheaCon, in terms of events I’m involved with or that I organize myself, I always find that no matter how “poorly” it might go from a logistical standpoint, or how low the attendance at the event happens to be, it still “goes well” all other things considered. Perhaps no previous PantheaCon, however, went as well as this one did in terms of logistics and attendance at events. Each of the three rituals we did in the Ekklesía Antínoou had an attendance of 40-60 people, which is quite good considering what events they were scheduled against in many cases. The rooms were full, but not over-full, which was good in the case of the first and last ritual I will describe below; the room we had the second ritual in was an odd one, and one I’ve been in for other events in previous years, and it tends to get very hot in there very quickly, whether there are five people in the room or more than fifty, which I think was the case for our ritual on this occasion. But, that one was probably the most effective, important, and in every sense magical ritual I’ve yet done at PantheaCon, and the reverberations from it are still being felt now, and will continue to be for weeks and months to come.

But, all things in their proper order…Let’s start with Friday night.

On Friday night, February 15th, at 11:00 PM, was our Lupercalia. We’ve had this at three previous PantheaCons (in 2007, 2009, and 2010), and over the last two years, I’ve had it in a small and private fashion with a limited number of people just before PantheaCon. So, it was good to have it back again this year, with a large group of people (at least 45, and maybe more than 50) in attendance, which is up from the number in 2010 (which was around 30). After we called things to order officially (and people had been purified through the sounds of sistra in coming in, which we also did at the Dream Incubation Ritual the following night), I went around the room with the falx that I use to represent Silvanus, one of the Roman gods of boundaries, to officially begin the ritual. We did the “full-on” Ekklesía Antínoou modular ritual suite at this, with the three preliminary prayers to Wepwawet, Hekate, and Ianus, the preliminary prayers to Antinous and Polydeukion, a procession, the invocation of the Obelisk of Antinous, and the Prayer Against Persecution; in much of this, I was assisted by the Mystai of Antinous and the other attendees who were present. We also had many of our “alumni” Luperci present for the ritual, which was a first, and a tradition I’d like to carry on whenever possible in the future. We then did the Antinoan Petition, and everyone had a chance to pray to Antinous individually after that; and then we had an observance of the Parentalia, in which our collective and individual ancestors were honored.

Then came the Lupercalia ritual itself. (Lots of foreplay in full-blown Antinoan rituals…yes, my own preferences in certain areas spill over into others, for good or ill, but mostly good in this case!) The ritual laughter after the initiation was complete this time ended up becoming Antinoan stand-up comedy, including an improvised parody that may have to result in an Antinoan Star Trek performance at some point in the future:

Space: the final frontier.
These are the voyages of the Boat of Millions of Years:
Its continuing mission to explore strange new pantheons;
To seek out new gods and new syncretisms;
To boldly go where no god has gone before!

And while I, personally, like the narration of The Next Generation, and I do like the music from it as well, I think having the themesong sung like in the original series after the above would be a lot more fun. (I used to be able to sing it until I was about 18, alas…!?!) Our Luperca Prima went around and flogged everyone, and then our other two Luperci, Secundus and Tertius, ran their race. After the Lupercus Secundus went around and gave his blessings for his victory to all of those present, I got a nudge to send around the non-victorious Lupercus to take upon himself any defeats anyone wished to shed, and to clear them away, since the Luperci are in essence lupine priests of purification. I think we’ll keep this innovation in the future, most certainly.

And, there was also something else that was somewhat unexpected in all of this, but which was revealed via divination in the days before PantheaCon as something that should be necessary: Polydeukion’s initiation as a Lupercus. As a Roman Equites, it is likely that he would have been a Lupercus at some point, had he lived long enough. But, there’s nothing to say that just because he’s dead that he can’t be one now, so he is, and he was initiated along with the others on that occasion.

Certainly, following this, there were also a lot of jokes about “always using adequate Lupercation” for the remainder of the weekend, which I still think is pretty funny…but, there you go, I’m rather easily amused. ;)

So, I consider that to have been a very successful ritual. And, unlike the previous few Lupercaliae at PantheaCon, where we also did Communalia, this time we finished the ritual with a little bit of time to spare! Hurrah!

The next big ritual for us was on Saturday night, February 16, 2013, at 7:00 PM: Trans Deities For All: Meeting the Tetrad. This was in the Silicon Valley room, which is an odd room that is almost triangular in shape (though it actually has five sides to the room, technically), where we’ve had at least one event each year for the past two years (a panel in 2011, and a workshop/presentation in 2012), and it is located just to the left of the top of the stairs to all of the larger, tree-named ballrooms in the Double Tree. Because the ritual was devoted to the Tetrad, it seemed odd that we were in one of the only rooms at the Double Tree that does not have four sides…and yet, when we began the ritual, there were the four members of the Tetrad, plus a fifth (about whom I’ve not said much yet, but who has emerged over the last two months, and about whom I’ll be saying more next month when the Tetrad have their birthdates), so to be in a five-sided room ended up being even more appropriate than might have been apparent at the time.

This was a combination ritual, workshop, and performance; and while I’d be comfortable just calling the whole thing a “ritual,” it wasn’t quite just that in most people’s understandings of the term. There were four ritualists in addition to myself playing the roles and embodying the four members of the Tetrad, plus my Thracian colleague was doing various things to hold and secure the spiritual space for the ritual, which was an essential and important function for what ended up occurring on a variety of levels. After everyone was cleansed with salt and water by Panhyle and Paneros respectively, I made an introduction to what we were doing there. One of the most important points that I made, and that was a motivating factor behind this ritual, was not simply to introduce four new trans and gender-variant deities to the wider world, but also to make it obvious that these deities are not just for trans or gender-variant people. In all of the discussion over the past few years on trans people’s inclusion in other events, it has been argued that there are trans mysteries that would be more appropriate for trans people. I agree that this is the case, and further that there are also mysteries for men and for women which should be performed and respected and understood–there’s a great deal of dysfunction in our communities and in wider societies over gender and gender roles generally, and the ways in which trans people have been mistreated throughout modern history have a great deal to do with how messed up people in general are over secure and confident integrity within their respective gender roles happens to be. But, in saying that “those are trans mysteries” and in trying to make that distinction be the turn-off point for further discussion, the language of “mysteries” has been misused and abused to, in essence, mean “I don’t want to deal with you” rather than a respect for the experiences that distinguish one gender identity from others. The Tetrad, while they are deities who are the parents (in terms of their patronage for) and the children (in terms of their emergence from the experience of) trans and gender-variant people, are also (divine) people as well, just like anyone else, and they can help any type of human of any gender to do a variety of things if they choose to enter into a relationship with them. And, that was the point of the ritual.

From there, I then divided the room into four quadrants, with Panpsyche in the East, and I asked all of the women in the room to go and stand by her. I sent all of the men in the room to stand in the North with Panhyle. I sent all of the non-binary-gendered people to the West to stand with Paneros. Finally, I sent all of the combinatory or androgynously gendered people to stand in the South with Pancrates. We then sang the “Carol of the Tetrad” to bring the Tetrad more fully into the space. Everyone was given a copy of the lyrics, as well as two versions of the Tetrad’s sigil, to use in the ritual and to take with them afterwards. Next, we invoked and thanked the seventy-eight parents of the Tetrad by my reading of their names and then everyone saying “Hail, Thanks, and Praise” to them. There was some evident surprise to hear all of the names of the parents of the Tetrad who have yet been identified at this stage!

Next was the “performance” or “storytelling” part of the ritual, which followed the script given here:

Characters:
THE OTHER (P. Sufenas Virius Lupus)
PANPSYCHE (Didi)
PANHYLE (Jes)
PANEROS (Bari Mandelbaum)
PANCRATES (joi wolfwomyn)

THE OTHER
You have come to this event in good faith, not knowing what might occur.
You have sung the praises of these Four Beings, and named two of their fathers.
You have helped to honor their seventy-eight parents.
But you may be asking yourself: who are these beings? How did they come to have so many parents? Did I make a mistake in coming here rather than to the ritual of the big battle birdie?
Your questions will soon be answered.
Let me—let us!—tell you a story.
In a time that is not now, but is also not then, a number of mortals-become-divine were speaking with one another, Antinous foremost amongst them. They began to discuss, but soon their discussion became an argument—does that sound familiar at all?—and their argument was over what constitutes gender, what it means to be a father or a mother, a man or a woman, a male or a female. It was the god Antinous, and the hero Polydeukion, and Favorinus of Arles, the eunuch orator, who came up with the solution to their argument: they would combine their divine powers and generate a new deity who would be the answer to these matters, who would demonstrate how gender and identity come about and are shaped, by both inborn nature and by inculcated nurture.
However, some of the other gods did not look well upon these upstart divine mortals engendering a new generation of deities, and called them before a council to try them for hubris and for seeking to displace the existing gods.
It was the cleverness of Hermes as their defender, the ineptitude of Minos their accuser, and a few unexpected words from Lucius Marius Vitalis that cleared them of all charges, and demonstrated that new gods are appropriate for new realities, and that in a cosmos where there are many gods, more gods are not and never have been a threat to the gods who already exist.
Then, the many parents of the new gods—from deified mortals to virtuous heroes to the diverse great gods—combined their divine gametes into the most suitable container and further parent for these efforts: the god Pan.
One of the last deities to give her powers and parentage to the new deity was Artemis, sometimes called Diana, who drew forth her own heart’s blood from her left breast and vowed that this new deity would be her true child, no matter what gender it ended up being.
All seemed to have ended well, but then the question of who would give the new deity birth was broached, for Pan could not do it. It was decided that Zeus would do so, since he already had experience giving birth to Athena and Dionysos, two of the parents of the new god.
No one, however, counted upon the workings of Eris in all of this, the unknown and secret parent who threw her lot in with the others. No one knew, either, that Set, in a moment where he seized Kairos and had a rare opportunity, drank the divine elixir that would result in the birth of the new god.
Set became impregnated with the new god through his mouth, as he had with the child of Horus many ages before, and in those final days when the new god gestated, Lucius Marius Vitalis made his final contributions to the future birth of the new god.
The day came when the god would be born, and Set stretched his neck out and spoke a deity into being…

PANPSYCHE
Yes, that was me!

THE OTHER
But what everyone thought would be one being was, in fact, two, and the other made his exit out another door…

PANHYLE
I think you can guess where…

PANPSYCHE
From my birth I was a woman, even though my physical form might not have seemed as such to some. I am Panpsyche, “All-Soul.”

PANHYLE
And from my birth I was a man, though many might have seen my body and thought otherwise. I am Panhyle, “All-Body.”

PANPSYCHE
But both of us…

PANHYLE
…knew of the other…

PANPSYCHE AND PANHYLE
…from the time we shared Set’s not-quite-womb.

PANHYLE
And I hated her because she reminded me of everything I didn’t want to be…

PANPSYCHE
And I hated him because he was what I wanted to be, but he refused it.

PANHYLE
But I was bull-headed…

PANPSYCHE
And I was flighty like an eagle. So,

PANPSYCHE AND PANHYLE
We never talked about it.

PANPSYCHE
We were more alike than different, it turned out.

PANHYLE
That’s how it often is with twins, after all.

PANPSYCHE
We did not realize this, nor put our differences aside…

PANHYLE
Until we were forced, together, to face a common foe:

PANPSYCHE AND PANHYLE
A monstrous hippo!

THE OTHER
Yes, you can laugh…!

PANPSYCHE
No mother who had not given birth could kill it…

PANHYLE
And no father who had not begotten children could wound it.

PANPSYCHE AND PANHYLE
We thought, thus, that we could not participate in the hunt.

PANPSYCHE
But as we faced it together…

PANHYLE
And bled from our many wounds…

PANPSYCHE
We realized, in fact, we had many children…

PANHYLE
Both men and women, upon the earth…

PANPSYCHE
Some were women from birth, and were recognized as such; some were women though they had male forms…

PANHYLE
And some were male at birth and were recognized as such, while others were meant to be men, even though they had been called female.

THE OTHER
Taweret, Egyptian goddess of childbirth, had sent the hippo as a test to make Panpsyche and Panhyle realize they had many children, even though the children were equally parents to the realities of the new gods.

PANHYLE
And like many trans people, who are our children and our parents,

PANPSYCHE
We, too, died and were reborn to our new selves. We suffered, we bled, we cried…

PANPSYCHE AND PANHYLE
And we also died…

PANHYLE
Like far too many of our many parents, like far too many of our many children.

PANPSYCHE
But we, in turn, would have another divine child…

PANEROS
That’s me!

PANPSYCHE
Yes! When she was born, I thought she was beautiful…

PANEROS
Mom…!?!

PANHYLE
And when he was born, I thought he was handsome…

PANEROS
Dad…!?!

PANPSYCHE AND PANHYLE
Sorry.

PANEROS
Truth is, I was handsome and beautiful, and I also wasn’t a “he” or a “she.” I was—I am—something different entirely. But, like many people of my sort, I didn’t have an easy time in this two-gender world. I knew my name, knew what I was, but because I lived in our two-gender world, I couldn’t say my own name or live the way I wished.

THE OTHER
It was a long journey for em, and for eir many grandparents, but they came around eventually. The other gods did not, however.

PANEROS
They presented me with an ultimatum: choose someone to love, or something to do, so that they might understand my gender better in those ways. Mine was a power greater than Zeus with all his thunderbolts, Poseidon with all his waves and earthquakes, and even Hades and the silence and permanence of death, and they presumed to tell me what I should do and what I should be and who I should love.
I came to the garden of the Erotes, of all the goddesses and gods of love, and knew it was the place I was meant to be, but I could not enter into it.
I sought out my hidden grandmother, Eris, and asked her advice. She told me to seek out the river Styx, the blood and force of hatred itself in the world, and look at my own reflection in it.
I looked, and saw all that everyone wanted me to be, everything I had hoped I would be, and everything that I was, which was neither hope of others nor of myself. I thought I was beyond help, beyond hope, beyond continuing on any longer, and I threw myself into the river.
But, in drowning myself, I did not die—I was raised up, revived, changed into what I had always hoped I would be and what I always knew I could be: myself.
I went back to the garden of the Erotes, and demanded entry into it, for now I knew my own name: Paneros, “All-Love,” and even Eros himself did not realize that he had been in chains all along until I came, beyond the boundaries of all genders, and showed even Eros how to love everything in the cosmos.

PANPSYCHE AND PANHYLE
That’s my girl [PANPSYCHE] / boy [PANHYLE] !

PANEROS
Mom, Dad…!?!

PANPSYCHE AND PANHYLE
Sorry…that’s our child!

THE OTHER
And that’s our grandchild!

PANEROS
And yet, I knew that wasn’t the end of the story. There were other genders out there, more than just the two we all knew, and the third I represented. More had to come, more wanted to be known. So, I spoke with Mother and Father, and together we created the fourth of our number…

PANCRATES
Finally! Last and certainly not least!

THE OTHER
Indeed!

PANPSYCHE
In this child was my every wish for peace, so I called hir Paneirene, “All-Peace.”

PANHYLE
And in this child was my every hope for truth, so I called hir Panaletheia, “All-Truth.”

PANEROS
And in this child was my every embodiment of beauty, so I called hir Pankalos, “All-Beauty.”

PANCRATES
And while I appreciated all the wishes that my parents had for me and the wonderful names they gave me, I knew I was my own person, and had to name myself: Pancrates, “All-Power.”

[A short pause.]

THE OTHER
Well?

PANCRATES
Well, what?

THE OTHER
Isn’t there more?

PANCRATES
Of course there is—that whole thing about having the powers of Aion, Abraxas, and Phanes given to me…but, these people don’t want to hear about that.

PANPSYCHE, PANHYLE, PANEROS, and THE OTHER
They don’t?!?

PANCRATES
No, they want to feel the power, they want to learn to love and to be loved, they want to become more embodied and to grow deeper in soul. Am I right?…

And what followed was an amazing, off-the-cuff speech about what it was we were actually there to do: namely, to see how each person present stands with Body, with Soul, with Love, and with Power. I wish that Pancrates’ words on this matter were recorded, but alas, they were not…but they were amazing, and even the bits that didn’t quite work out ended up being perfect in terms of being able to draw things together later in the ritual: everyone was given instructions on discussing in small groups of five (though there were a few that were larger than that) on their own experiences and identities with Body, Soul, and Power (though they also discussed Love), and then when everyone was called back together, they were called back through the force of Love, which was a beautiful way to have done it. I didn’t get to hear very many of the conversations themselves, but what I did hear of them was pretty amazing, and people afterwards told me that those conversations were important and enriching for them to take part in, which is wonderful!

What came next was that each member of the Tetrad stood in their quadrant and gave blessings to people in the order that they felt these qualities come for them in their life: though the Tetrad were born in the order of Soul, Body, Love, and Power, perhaps for some attendees they felt they were All-Love, All-Body, All-Power, All-Soul, for example, and so they sought blessings from the Tetrad in that order. Those who felt they had not come to full terms with or possession of these qualities also sought blessings from the appropriate members of the Tetrad to work toward those ends. And, I, as “The Other,” stood in the middle and gave blessings to those who came forward looking for a blessing from one of the deities or other divine beings who are parents or grandparents of the Tetrad. This was an amazing experience for me, and one of the things that amazed me about it was that several further parents of the Tetrad emerged in the process: Brigid, Freya, and Freyr. (On the latter, more in a moment!) I gave blessings in the name of these gods as well. Lots of people wanted blessings from Artemis/Diana; several also asked for blessings from Antinous; two wanted a blessing from Jesus; one asked for a blessing from Eris, and I gave him my sacred pen out of the book shrine that I carry with me to write more stories of the Tetrad; and, after the ritual itself was over and I was cleaning up and clearing out, one person asked to no longer carry the name of Loki because it was too heavy, and so I thanked Loki for his influence in that person’s life, and wished him the blessings of whatever gods would come forward in the future for him. It was amazing, beautiful, and powerful to be in this role in the ritual; and, it was the part of it that I was least prepared for and most reluctant about, but I think I did the gods and the humans involved justice in my execution of that role.

I mentioned in my post yesterday that Freyr got involved in the Tetrad ritual later in the day after I attended his ritual. This isn’t surprising, considering that I attended the ritual, and then two of the four ritualists embodying the Tetrad were also ritualists in the Freyr ritual. But, what ended up occuring, in addition to someone asking for Freyr’s blessing and naming him as a parent of the Tetrad, was something else that was completely unexpected, and which I won’t be able to do justice to in reporting here in terms of how very apt the whole thing ended up being. Paneros, embodied by Bari Mandelbaum, got an unexpectedly large amount of appreciation in this ritual, and a surprising number of people went to eir corner when we sang the “Carol of the Tetrad” (including, of course, myself). Not long before the ritual, Bari received a devotional piece of art she had commissioned for Freyr, which was a double-headed phallic object made of antler. When Bari asked if it could be on our altar for this ritual, I said I’d allow it, even though it was a bit odd. Before the ritual began, we all had our various costumes on, and I was looking at Paneros embodied, and e was very very present in Bari’s physicality and costume. I then said, “Are you packing?” At the time, Bari wasn’t, but of course, with the Freyr object, that could have been fixed quite easily. However, having this double-headed phallus “vertical” just wasn’t right; so I said, “Turn it sideways.” And, that worked. It was something that not only brought Paneros through more clearly in many respects, but fits with some of my own experiences of Paneros, and furthermore intrigued a lot of the people who had come to the ritual in a variety of ways. There’s hope for metagenders yet! ;) But, many people said they wanted to be Paneros’ priest in the future, and even to found a temple to em…and while that may or may not come to pass, it was certainly a testament to how well Paneros came through in this event. I’ll have more to say about em in the next few days, I suspect…

It was a phenomenal and blessed event to be a part of, and I’m humbled and honored to have been a part of bringing these deities into the world on a larger scale for so many people. I can’t wait to see what is next for them, and some of that will be starting shortly, as the first of their birth-festivals approaches at the beginning of next month!

I would have loved to have stayed around and chatted with other people, and the primary ritualists, on how it all went, but we only had a moment to give thanks and blessings to one another and the gods involved…and in doing so, another one was born. I’ll have more to say on that sixth individual in the weeks to come.

Unfortunately, I had another ritual scheduled for a little more than two hours later, and I needed to meet up with someone to practice music for it. So, in a lot of wackiness of transition from one ritual to another, I got ready and got my head in order, and tried to get the technical side of things in order as well for the 11:00 PM Antinoan Dream Incubation Ritual. I was successful with the former, but only moderately so with the latter, but it all got sorted eventually.

I briefly gave an introduction to dream incubation and to Antinous, and in particular I discussed the North Side of the Obelisk of Antinous, and read it out, putting particularly emphasis on the line “He heals the diseases of the needy ones by sending a dream.” The phrase “needy ones” there does not simply mean “those who are in need,” but it specifically means those who cannot afford medical treatments, and because I’ve been such a person more often than not, this has been a very important piece of text for me. Without Antinous, I do not think I’d be alive today, for all sorts of reasons, but this specific one among them. Thus, when I say “Haec est unde vita venit” (This is where life comes from!), I’m actually speaking quite literally in my own case.

After this, I did the preliminary prayer to Antinous (in Latin), and to Polydeukion (in Greek), and carried their icons around the room so everyone could see them as I did so. I then had a PowerPoint slide show that showed a variety of images of Antinous that would hopefully seed people’s dreams, and it also contained the lyrics and translation for a Greek hymn to Antinous, which I intoned a capella (which was not my original plan, but I think was the right choice) as the slide show played. Then we did “Antinous of the Moon” in a psalm-like style, which worked incredibly well. Then, I went around the room and gave everyone a bit of storax oil on their hand to bring in the olfactory dimension of Antinous, and to fix him into their memories more easily. I then performed a dream incubation spell for Antinous, based on some PGM materials for Hekate and Bes, but also some voces magicae for Antinous, and the Ephesia Grammata. I finished the “official” part of the ritual with “Ave Ave Antinoe” (which, despite being in untranslated Latin for most of the people present, still managed to seed some people’s dreams successfully with certain pertinent images!), and then read the North side of the Obelisk again with the usual V.S.L.M. formula. I then had an “informal” part of the ritual in which people could go up and ask Antinous for particular prayers, which many did. While this happened, my musician played some soft guitar music, and various people just sat in the space, and some actually laid down and slept and/or just closed their eyes in the darkened room, or sang softly. It was quite a beautiful and calming space to be in, and I’m glad it was established in that fashion and ended up working so well in that respect. I talked with a few people, many of whom had some interesting and important insights into the whole process. Nonetheless, we still finished earlier than our full ritual time slot would have allowed, which was great!

When I did finally get into bed that night (several hours later), I had an immediate and important image of Antinous before my eyes, which only lasted for a few moments. Had I been an average person from the ancient world, with a normal schedule, a dietary intake that doesn’t have much caffeine or other substances in it, and of much better overall health than I actually have, I suspect those few seconds would have been enough to have seeded a dream very effectively as I fell asleep; but, being I am myself, I barely slept that night, it took me a very long time to get to sleep, and I had difficulty staying asleep as well, so I had no “proper” dreams to speak of in that time. However, that brief series of images has been important enough in the aftermath that I am happy to have experienced it, and will still be trying to discern some of its implications in the days and weeks to come.

While all of the above rituals were not the “only” things about this most recent PantheaCon that made it outstanding overall, they are a very large part of it having been so successful in my own experience, and I hope that others felt similarly. Especially after the Tetrad ritual, I had such a positive feeling that something unique, powerful, and important had come through in our work that I suspect rituals in the future will be measured against that as a standard of efficacy in many cases–and while I know that’s an awful thing to say, there are times in one’s working and devotional life when one immediately has a sense of how significant something was, and it would be dishonest to deny it in the aftermath.

Also, as one final note on several of the rituals above, I noticed something as I was doing them this time that has not usually happened to me before–in fact, it was pretty much unprecedented in my experience. As I was doing some of the invocations and hymns (particularly the non-English ones), during every ritual at various points while doing such, I got a kind of reverb in my ears, particularly behind me and to the right, as if someone else was intoning them at the same time I was. Sometimes it was a male voice; sometimes it was most definitely a female voice. In several cases, though, it couldn’t have been anyone else in the room, because they didn’t know or have the necessary lyrics…which means it was not an incarnate human voice in each case. The exact identity of the “who” involved is not known to me at present, but it seems clear to me that someone, likely within the extended Antinoan pantheon, was praising Polydeukion and Antinous right along with me…and, based on a few other things, I wouldn’t be surprised if at some points it was Antinous himself, praising and honoring himself…and there’s something profound to be learned in all of that, I think.

I want to thank all of the members of the Ekklesía Antínoou who helped with these rituals; all of the wonderful spirit-workers and mediums and ritualists who helped me with the Tetrad ritual; everyone who attended these three rituals; everyone who didn’t attend but wished us well from wherever they were; all of the organizers, tech crew, and support staff of PantheaCon; and, last but certainly not least, the many gods for whom we do this work, and who have worked through us–especially Panpsyche, Panhyle, Paneros, Pancrates, Polydeukion, and Antinous. May they always bless and walk with their devotees, and may they likewise bless everyone who reads these words!


The Most Difficult Blog Post I’ve Yet Written…

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With a subject line like the above, how can the content fail to be of great interest to anyone and everyone who comes across it? I’ll see whether or not I can defeat your expectations with what follows, then…! ;)

What I will be stating later in this blog post is something that I had hoped might be a while off for me. I had visions of doing this particular post in about two years’ time, after certain milestones had been accomplished in my academic publishing career. I also had hopes, many years ago, of having been able to make this announcement by this time, with full-time, tenure-track (or even tenured–gosh, was I ever naive!) employment and a certain amount of academic freedom that comes with such a position being in my possession.

But, we don’t always get to make these decisions the way we’d prefer, and we are rarely able to do so from a place of security and comfort rather than simply in the midst of the difficulties of life. So it goes…

Several of you who know me personally will know what will eventually follow below. The rest of you, please do read on…

Back in 2008, I had a choice before me. I could continue, as I had been doing up to that point, to write under my legal and professional name. I had the idealistic notion that I had a certain degree of integrity, that I would not compartmentalize my life into discreet boxes for this, that, or the other, and that anything by me that was worth being printed (whether virtually or on paper, outside of blogs and the like) was worth putting my legal name and reputation behind. Boy, was that ever a flawed notion! Because certain things began appearing in my work that I felt needed to be said and shared publicly, rather than waiting for that future date when I had secure employment and so forth, I therefore had the following choice: say nothing, and continue publishing here and there when possible in a certain degree of fear and suspicion of being “found out,” or use the spiritual name I have as a result of my Antinous-related devotions to publish things that follow on from that work. I agonized over this, and it was in the midst of writing The Phillupic Hymns that I met a variety of people who encouraged me toward getting some more out there, including Sancta Patricia Aakhus. Someone else during that time suggested to me, “Yes, get this poetry out there, and you can always claim whatever name you wrote it under in the future at some point, and it shouldn’t matter that much.” I adopted my course of action, and began using the name P. Sufenas Virius Lupus not merely as a private name for devotional purposes, but as a public persona.

I didn’t realize that almost five years later, I’d have a blog, a column on Patheos.com, six books and many contributions to anthologies of poetry, essays, and fiction, appearances on a few podcasts, and some degree of respect and recognition within the wider pagan community…all under this name.

However, the link between this name and my legal/professional name has not been entirely hidden. There are lots of people who have known that the two names are the same person, and who have been content to keep it an “open secret” and to respect my wishes in this regard. I thank them for their patience and their discretion. There have been some opponents (and they are literally that, and I have no bones about naming them such now) who have purposefully linked the two names in an effort to discredit me for reasons that have nothing to do with the opposition I had for their viewpoint–in the case I’m referring to, the individuals concerned decided that my professional and academic opinion on certain matters was invalid because I am part of the “lefty Jew fag conspiracy” and my atypical gender identity and sexual orientation both invalidated my viewpoint on all matters of concern. Of course, this is patent and utter bullshit, and as far as the “lefty Jew fag conspiracy” matter is concerned, my answer is, “Yes…and your point is–?” I responded at one point in those exchanges that “Yes, I am a big flaming fairy fruity fudge-packing fag,” and I’m still very happy to stand up and say that, because in doing so, almost all the words they might use to attempt hurting me are taken away, and their weapons became my armor. The main insigator there then started saying that I was an “effeminate homosexual,” which (like almost everything else he produced!) demonstrated that he knew nothing about his subject, understood nothing useful about it, and had no acquaintance with the realities involved. I’m not particularly effeminate (or, at least any more so than is common among academics), especially since my gender identity doesn’t have any “acceptable range” of such characteristics that must strictly be adhered to; and I’m very certainly not exclusively homosexual, because if I were, then I’d only have relationships and/or sex with other metagender people, and I have yet to have had relationships and/or sex with another metagender person. So, as with so many other things, the individual involved there–may his name be forgotten forever–just got it all wrong, and didn’t understand the depths of his wrongness.

I wish I could say that everyone who has threatened to reveal my identity connections have been persons who are of ill intention or poor moral character; but, I can’t. There have been many within the modern pagan community (and some who have blatantly refused that label) who have referred obliquely to my differing identities, while still not revealing them (including recently), without understanding or respecting the reasons for the different identities; and there have been others who have attempted to shame me into doing something that would not have been of benefit to my livelihood or reputation by suggesting my integrity was questionable for using a “pseudonym.” I will not reveal the names of those individuals, but if they see this and would like to apologize for their behavior, I’d certainly appreciate it. But I do want to clarify, the name P. Sufenas Virius Lupus is not a pseudonym; it is a spiritual name with meaning and importance to my relationship with Antinous, and thus is an important and relevant matter to my public writings about him (and to polytheism in general), including in this blog and in other places.

There is a situation in my life at the moment that I’m not at liberty to discuss further in public at present; I may have more to say on it in the not-too-distant future, but I also may have nothing to say on it (and if so, thank all the gods that such might be the case!). But, in the interests of being open and proud about my identity in devotion to my gods, my ministry and my service to them, and for the integrity of heart, mind, soul, and spirit for the potential difficulties that lie ahead of me in my situation, I feel it is time to do as Hadrian has asked, and raise the banner, break down the wall, and build the bridge between these two names. I have had the sanction of my gods–especially Antinous and Hadrian–in doing this, though Antinous in particular is not at all happy with how this situation has occurred (through no fault of my own), and wishes that I would have had a better position and circumstance to make such an announcement. I couldn’t agree more, but I also know what has to be done, and so there’s no avoiding it.

As much as I’m a critic of “coming out theology,” the actual act of coming out (in any area of one’s life) is a sacred one, and something that only really gets to be done once (even though it occurs in any variety of ways at later points, too, often over the same issues). Like losing one’s virginity, one often hopes for the right time and the best circumstances, but that’s rarely how life works out. And, like other sexual matters, shaming people into coming out, or forcing them to do so, or just plain outing them, is a profound occasion of non-consent, is never okay, and creates more harm and stress and difficulty than it fixes for anyone. Think about that the next time you think you can be cavalier with people’s legal names, their religious affiliations, or any other aspect of their personal lives and identity, particularly where these revelations can lead to loss of jobs, children, housing, and other matters. There are still many states in the U.S. where it is legal to fire LGBTQ people, and there are still some employers who think they can also fire people based on their pagan or polytheist religions–and some courts in the U.S. would support their doing so. If you have been in a privileged position where you don’t have to worry about such threats to your life or livelihood, go from your computer screen now, get down on the ground, kiss the earth and thank all the gods and goddesses you can name for being so fortunate, and never forget how fortunate you are, but also that many others are nowhere near as fortunate.

Discernment has taught me–in accord with T. Thorn Coyle’s recent book’s thematic schema–that though I am always called To Know and To Will (as is everyone), sometimes we must realize there are appropriate times To Dare and appropriate times To Keep Silence. Today is a moment To Dare, and may my having done so bring honor to all of the gods and divine beings that I serve.

So, in conclusion, I’d like to say the following. My name is P. Sufenas Virius Lupus, I am a devotee of the god and hero Antinous and the many other gods, heroes, deified mortals, and Sancti to whom he is related; I’m the founder of the Ekklesía Antínoou, and serve as a Sacerdos, Mystagogos, and Doctor, and in a few days, I will probably be named the first official Magistratum of the Ekklesía Antínoou.

I’m also Dr. Phillip Andrew Bernhardt-House, and I have a Ph.D. from the National University of Ireland/University College Cork in Celtic Civilizations; I wrote a book, based on my dissertation, that is mostly about Celtic werewolves, and I’ve published a bunch of academic and non-academic pieces on Celtic matters in a variety of locations (including one, when I was young and needed the money, and which was edited into something that I do not remotely endorse any longer, with one of the Llewellyn Almanacs several years back). I’ve taught at four different institutions of higher education in the United States, and hope to continue doing so for as long as possible.

At all times and all moments, I am both of these people, and the only time that there has been a difference between them is when I sign one or the other name to a piece of writing that then gets published–but, the same person is writing every piece, and I’m just as much the credentialed scholar and academic when I’m writing the ecstatic poetry for Antinous and the Tetrad, while likewise I’m just as much the ardent devotee, mystic, and fili when I write an article on Arthurian literature or Celtic gender concepts or anything else that gets published in an obscure subject-specific academic journal that is not even available on JSTOR.

As polytheists, we are used to calling our gods under their appropriate epithets: when you want Hermes to help you in your writing, you don’t call him “Psychopompos” or “Propylaios.” When my college students call me “Dr. Phil” (and they do!), I know they’re respectfully looking for information on a topic pertinent to the course they’re taking with me. When my co-religionists and spiritual colleagues call me “Lupus,” I know they are respectfully addressing me as a devotee of Antinous and as a servant to his (and the other deities’) servants. One is my legal and professional name; one is my spiritual name; neither one of them is anything more than a mask and a convenience for identifying the particular roles I play in a certain area of my life, even though my actual life itself has no such boundaries.

Thank you, Antinous Choreios and the great god Dionysos for allowing me to partake of the great storehouse of your masks for playing these roles–I’ll still need both masks for a while longer, though, so if there’s a fine involved for being overdue, just charge it to my tab, please…even though I know they won’t let me have my report card until all fines are paid. But, so be it–I’ve been keeping track of my grades thus far, and I don’t think passing will be a problem in the future.


The Trophimoi Week Continues: Achilles’ Day

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First, thank you for all of your good comments, support, encouragement, and acceptance (and remember that latter word–it will be important in just over a week!) over my last post. A weight has lifted, in a sense, even though I am still not used to moving without it; but, other weights oppress in the meantime, and more may be said on that in the near future. But in the meantime, there are devotional matters to address!

Today, in our week honoring the Trophimoi of Herodes Attikos and the rest of their family, we honor Achilles–in many respects, the most enigmatic of the three Trophimoi, even though we have more on him than we do on his brother Memnon

I have written about him in 2011 and in 2012. He is a father and grandfather of the Tetrad, as detailed in here. And, you can read a bit more about him in both Devotio Antinoo: The Doctor’s Notes, Volume One and A Garland for Polydeukion. [Shameless self-pluggery duties done with a smile for the day!]

One thing that is both frustrating and fascinating about Achilles of the Trophimoi is that we don’t even know which face is his. The above statue has been suggested to be one of his images; and the one further below also has been, based on the fact that it seems to echo the armoring scene of Achilleus in the Iliad of Homer, but the latter is often said to be Polydeukion as well. While the face of the latter is not quite like Polydeukion’s, the hair is; whereas the statue above has very much different hair. Who knows which, if either, of these is the “real Achilles” (“Won’t the real Achilles please stand up?”).

Achilles Apotheosis

Of course, just saying “Achilles” puts people in the mind of Homer’s hero, and of uncontrollable rage, and of battle. I’m feeling that way inclined myself today…and yet, we know that Achilles was only a child when he died. (Though never underestimate the ability of an angry and enraged child to do some damage–see, for example, Cú Chulainn!) Was he an angry child? Very good with weapons? Or was this a name given simply to attempt to inculcate virtue in him in the future? To encourage him to live up to a heroic namesake? It’s hard to say.

So, not surprisingly, the YouTube oracle has some expectable results for “Achilles”–and they have nothing to do with Herodes Attikos’ Trophimos of that name. But, nonetheless, that’s the best we’ll do, so here are some of them.

If only all great myths could be done in Lego…there’s whole untapped possible resources on this matter yet out there!

And now for some music…

This was in Seattle, in the Kingdome (which no longer exists!), during 1977–I was alive and around then, but most definitely not at this concert, since I would have been 1. ;)

And, we can’t avoid it, so here it is…

I did like that scene, but that’s about it, from that film.

Praise to the great Trophimos, Achilles, Ward of Hermes!


Megalensia: Day Four

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Today was the Great Spring Ceremony at the Shinto Shrine, but I was not able to make it–both my health and the weather were equally inclement today, alas, and thus I missed it. Drat.

However, that will not stop me from continuing to mark the Megalensia here, on this fourth day of the festival, with the honorand being Cybele, the Magna Mater, herself today. Previous years’ recollections of this day can be found here for 2011 and here for 2012.

As I gave sections of Julian’s Oration on the Mother of the Gods last year, this year I thought I’d give the entire thing for your delectation and edification. Enjoy!

MUST we then speak of this subject also: and shall we write concerning things that are not to be told, and shall we publish things not to be divulged, and secrets not to be spoken aloud? Who indeed is Attis or Gallos; who the Mother of the Gods; what is the reason of this rule of Chastity; moreover for what cause has such an institution been established among us from remote antiquity; handed down to us indeed from the most ancient of the Phrygians, but accepted in the first place by the Greeks —- and those not the vulgar herd, but the Athenians —- taught by the event that they had not done well in ridiculing him that was performing the rites of the Great Mother. For they are said to have insulted and driven off the Gallos, as one who was making innovations in religion: because they did not understand the character of the goddess, or how that she was the very “Deo,” “Rhea,” and “Demeter” so much honoured amongst them themselves.

Then followed vengeance on the part of the goddess, and then a remedy for that vengeance. For she that was directress unto the Greeks in all good things (namely, the prophetess of the Delphic god) ordered them to propitiate the anger of the Great Mother; and hence was erected by the Athenians the Temple “of the Mother,” wherein were kept all the public documents. After the Greeks, the Romans also received her; the Pythia having advised them, in their turn, to bring the goddess out of Phrygia for their helper in the war against the Carthaginians. And here there is nothing to prevent me from relating a little history. These most religious inhabitants of Rome, on the receipt of the oracle, send off an embassy to beg of the kings of Pergamus, who at that time were masters of Phrygia, and from the Phrygians themselves, the most holy statue of the goddess. They received and carried away the sacred burthen, having embarked it in a large merchant-ship, competent to traverse such mighty seas. Having crossed the Aegean and Ionian Seas, and sailed round the Sicilian and the Tyrrhene, she finally entered the mouth of the Tiber. The people streamed out of the city, together with the Senate: before them all, however, advanced to receive her the priests and priestesses, arrayed after the manner of the country, with their attention fixed upon the vessel which was coming in under full sail. They gazed at the surging of the waves as they divided themselves around the keel; and as she sailed up they welcomed her, each one kissing his hand to her, as they happened to be standing in front, from a distance. But the ship, as though desirous to prove to the people of Rome that it was not a mere lifeless wooden image she was bringing them from Phrygia, but that, whatever it was she was bringing them from the Phrygians, it must possess some greater and supernatural virtue of its own, as soon as the goddess touched the Tiber she made the ship stand still, as though it had suddenly taken root in the bed of the river. They towed her against the stream—-she did not follow: they waded into the shallows, and endeavoured to shove off the ship—-she did not yield for all their pushing: next every possible resource was tried—-she none the less remained immovable. For this cause a dire and unjust suspicion was cast upon the virtue of the Virgin who was invested with the highest sacerdotal rank, and they accused Clodia (such was the name of the reverend Vestal) of not keeping herself entirely unpolluted and pure in honour of the goddess, and therefore the latter was perhaps incensed, and took her vengeance: for all thought the event to be something supernatural. The Vestal, at first, was filled with shame at the rumour, and at the suspicion; so far removed was she from the forbidden and disgraceful fact: but when she perceived the slander against herself was spreading, and every moment gaining strength, she took off her girdle, and fastening it about the figure-head of the ship, as if by a sudden inspiration she ordered the crowd to fall back, and besought the goddess not to suffer her to be without cause exposed to such accusations. Then shouting, they say, like the sailors’ cry: “Mistress and Mother,” she exclaimed, “if I am chaste, follow me:” and forthwith she not merely stirred the ship, but towed it after her for a considerable distance against the current. And hereby the goddess, I ween, showed unto the Romans that the freight they were bringing from Phrygia was one worth no small price, but rather worth all they had to give: not a thing human, but a thing divine: not mere soulless earth, but something possessed of life, and out of nature. Such a manifestation, therefore, of her power did the goddess make before our people: she proved also another thing, that neither the virtue nor the vice of a single one of the citizens could escape her scrutiny. The war immediately prospered with the Romans against the Carthaginians, in such sort that their third war was merely for the walls of Carthage.

If this tale of the Vestal shall be thought by some incredible, and not suitable for either a philosopher or a theologian, let it none the less be recounted, for it is publicly recorded by very many historians, and its memory preserved in brazen statues in that most noble and religious city, Rome. I am not indeed ignorant that certain over-wise people will call these legends “old wives’ fables,” and not worth listening to; but I think, for my part, that in such matters it is better to believe the testimony of nations than of those witty individuals, whose little soul is acute indeed, but has a clear insight into no one thing. As regards the theory that came into my mind lately, during the actual period wherein continence is enjoined, I am informed that Porphyry, too, has composed a philosophical treatise upon this very subject; but as I have not met with his book, I cannot tell whether he happens to agree in any way with my own explanation. For my part, by my unassisted judgment I understand by this “Gallos,” or “Attis,” the existence of the Generative and Formative Intelligence, which generates all things down to the very furthest limits of Matter, and which contains in itself all the reasons and causes of material species. For the species of all are not contained in all; nor are those of the farthest off and the last of all, beyond which no more exists, contained in the Causes that be highest (final) and first, or where the name of “Deprivation ” is applied with the sense of “Absence of Form.” Now since there are many Existences, and very many Creators, the nature of that Creator who possesses the remote reasons, and the continuous efficient causes of material species, the nature, that is to say, of the superabundance of generative faculty, which is the lowest placed, and which extends as far as our earth from the stars above—-this Nature is the Attis we are seeking for. It is, however, necessary to make a clearer definition of what I am advancing. I lay it down that there is Matter, and also there are Material Species, but unless a Final Cause for them be previously assumed, we shall be, without perceiving it, introducing the doctrine of Epicurus: since if nothing be anterior to two efficient causes, a spontaneous flux and chance must have united the two together. But we see (remarks some quick-witted Peripatetician, like Xenagoras) that the cause of these things is the “Fifth and Revolving Body:” Aristotle, also, has made himself ridiculous by his inquiry and idle curiosity in this subject, and Theophrastus has followed his example, for he did not understand his own language. For after he had got as far as the Incorporeal and Intelligible existence he stopped short, not investigating that existence, but defining in what way these things came to exist; whereas he ought, I fancy, to have assumed their coming into existence in the same way as he did in the case of the “Fifth Body,” and not sought after the causes, and to have stopped at this point, without flying off into the Ideal—-a thing which has no natural existence of itself, but rests upon bare mental conception. To this effect I remember having heard Xenarchus lecture, but whether he was correct or not in so speaking must be left to the most high flying Peripateticians to discover, but that he (Aristotle) does not speak in every way to my satisfaction is quite clear, inasmuch as I do not accept even the hypotheses of Aristotle unless they be brought into conformity with the doctrine of Plato; and, still more, the present subject must be reconciled with the revelations given to us from the mouth of the gods. One question, however, is worth asking; In what way can the Revolving Body contain the incorporeal causes of the immaterial species? for that without these Causes it is not possible that generation can subsist is, I suppose, self-evident and certain. To what purpose, pray, exist all these things that be born? Whence come male and female? Whence the difference in kind of all things that be, amongst visible species, unless there be certain pre-existing and previously established Reasons and Causes subsisting beforehand, in the nature of a pattern? With regard to which, though we are dull of sight, yet let us strive to clear away the mist from the eyes of the soul. The proper mode of clearing them is to turn into oneself, and to contemplate how the soul, and the mind imprisoned in Matter, are, as it were, the impression in wax and the image of things Immaterial. For this one thing is not of the number of bodies, nor of the things that exist and are contemplated, incorporeally in connection with our bodies, the conception of which the soul is unable to receive independently of the body: a thing that it (the soul) would never have done, did it not possess in its nature some certain relationship with things incorporeal. This is Aristotle’s meaning when he called the soul the “Type of species, though not in activity, yet in potentiality” That a soul thus constituted, and one turned inwards upon the body, contains these qualities in potentiality, is a necessary consequence; and if this soul be unconfined and without mixture, as it were, it cannot upset the argument, but must be supposed in all respects to be in activity. Let us consider the point more intelligibly, through the medium of an example which, Plato has used in his “Sophist,” although applied there to a different subject. The example I do not intend adducing for a proof of my argument, for it ought not to be taken as a proof, but only as an illustration; since it is about the First Causes, or those at least which are of the same rank with the First, that is, if our Attis be (as there is good reason to think) of divine nature. But what, and what sort of thing is your example? Plato remarks somewhere in his discussion upon “Imitation,” that “if one should try to imitate in such a way as to reproduce the thing imitated, the task is full of labour and difficult—-nay, of a truth almost an aiming at what is impossible; whereas that of imitating reality by means of appearance is pleasant, easy, and very possible. When, therefore, we take a mirror and carry it round, we easily take the impression of real objects, and show the figures of each of them.” From this example let us transfer the comparison to the subject under discussion, so that the mirror may stand for what is termed by Aristotle the “Place of Forms in potentiality” for the real forms. But these forms themselves must necessarily exist in activity before existing in potentiality, and consequently prior to our soul (which is the opinion of Aristotle) that contains these forms in potentiality. Where, therefore, are we to place these things that exist first of all in activity? Must we place them in things united with Matter? No, for these are evidently the latest in rank. The only alternative left us, is to look for the immaterial causes in activity, previously established, of things material, prior to which our soul has existed, and together with which it has emanated from its source, and out of which it receives (as do mirrors from real objects), as a necessary consequence, the reasons of Forms, and communicates them through the agency of its nature unto Matter, as well as to the material bodies. Now that Nature is the maker of these bodies, we all know, inasmuch as she is, as it were, the entire Nature of the universe; that she is also the maker of each individual part is, I fancy, self-evident and certain. But Nature in activity is distinct from Imagination (fantasi/a) in us, whilst the soul, which is superior to her, has received the property of Imagination. If, then, it is allowed that Nature possesses the cause of the things whereof she does not possess the conception, why in God’s Name shall we not allow the same to hold good, and in a still higher degree, in the case of the soul, where we already know by means of imagination, and discover by means of the reason? For who is there so fond of cavilling as to allow that Nature possesses the material reasons (if not all alike in activity) at least all in potentiality, and yet refuse the same to the soul? If, therefore, Forms exist in Nature in potentiality, but not in activity, they certainly do exist in the Soul potentially in a purer and more distinct manner, so as to be comprehended and be known, although by no means in activity. To what shall we fasten the cables of this continuous generation? Where shall we mentally fix our reasonings concerning the eternal duration of the world? The circulating Body is certainly made up out of subject and form. This is a necessary consequence unless these two exist in activity, separate from each other; but, by thought at least, all the former must be regarded as existing the first, and as the more ancient. Since, therefore, a certain Cause is allowed to have preceded material forms, being itself entirely immaterial, under the “Third Creator” (who is to us father and lord, not of these objects only, but also of the Visible and Fifth Body), so we separate from the former [the Third Creator] Attis as the Cause that descends as far as the region of Matter, and we regard this Attis as the generative Power and the Gallos at one and the same time—-him who, as Fable tells, was exposed by the side of the streams of the river Gallos, and there grew up, and afterwards, when he had got tall and handsome, became the favourite of the Mother of the Gods, and she committed to his care all other things, and placed upon his head the star-bespangled cap. Now if the head of Attis be covered by this visible heaven, ought we not perchance to interpret the river Gallos as signifying the span of the Milky Way, for at that point, it is said, that the body which is susceptible of passion mixes with the impassive circular orbit of the Fifth Body? As far as this limit truly hath the Mother of the Gods allowed this minion of her’s to leap about and dance—-namely, he that resembles the sunbeams, this intelligible Power, Attis. And when the same is arrived at the extremity of his limits, he is said in the fable to have descended into the Cave, and conversed with the nymph, symbolizing the duplicity of Matter, and it is not Matter itself that is here meant, but the ultimate Cause of things incorporeal, which also existed before Matter. Moreover, it is asserted by Heraclitus: “Death unto souls is but a change to liquid.” This Attis, therefore, the intelligible Power, the holder together of things material below the Moon, having intercourse with the pre-ordained Cause of Matter, holds intercourse therewith, not as a male with a female, but as though flowing into it, since he is the same with it.

Who then is the Mother of the Gods? She is the Source of the Intelligible and Creative Powers, which direct the visible ones; she that gave birth to and copulated with the mighty Jupiter: she that exists as a great goddess next to the Great One, and in union with the Great Creator; she that is dispenser of all life; cause of all birth; most easily accomplishing all that is made; generating without passion; creating all that exists in concert with the Father; herself a virgin, without mother, sharing the throne of Jupiter, the mother in very truth of all the gods; for by receiving within herself the causes of all the intelligible deities that be above the world, she became the source to things the objects of intellect. Now this goddess, who is also the same as Providence, was seized with a love without passion for Attis. And according to her will and pleasure made not only material things, but in a still higher degree the causes of the same. Now the fable relates how that the Virginity, which preserves that things that be born and those that die, became enamoured of the creative and generative cause of these things, and commanded it to conceive, in preference, within the intelligible world, and to turn itself towards her, and to consort with her; that she made an injunction it should do so with none of the other Powers; whereby it should at once preserve the unity of form that conduces to preservation, and escape all tendency towards Matter; also she commanded this Cause to look up to herself (because she is the source of the creative Powers), without being drawn down or seduced into generation. For in this way the great Attis would become more powerfully creative, inasmuch as in every case the aiming at the better is more effective than the declination towards the worse. For in fact the Fifth Body is more creative through the former, than through the latter tendency, and likewise more divine in consequence of its directing itself towards the gods; since the body, even though it were composed of the purest tether, no one would presume to say was superior to the soul that was both un-defiled and pure, such as was the soul of Hercules, which emanated from the Creator. And yet this soul was more effective when she had given it to a body. For unto this very Hercules the superintendence of things below had been rendered more easy now that he is returned entire to his entire Father, than was it of old time when he wore flesh and lived amongst men. Thus in all cases the going away towards the better is more productive of effect than the turning towards the worse. And this the legend aims at teaching when it makes the Mother of the Gods enjoin upon Attis to be her servant, and not to stray from her, and not fall in love with another woman. But he went forward, and descended as far as the boundaries of Matter. But when it became necessary for this ignorance to cease and be stopped—-then Corybas, the mighty Sun, the colleague of the Mother of the Gods (he that creates, and contrives all things beforehand, in unison with her, and who does nothing without her), persuades the lion to turn informer. Who then is this lion? We hear him styled “blazing”—-he must, therefore, I think, be the cause presiding over the hot and fiery element; that which was about to wage war against the Nymph, and to make her jealous of her intercourse with Attis; and who this Nymph is we have already stated. This lion, the fable tells, lent his aid to the Mother of the Gods, that is, to the creative Providence of things that be; and by his detecting the offence and turning informer, became the author of the castration of the youth. Now this “castration” signifies a check to ignorance; for the business of generation stood still in the ordained forms, being checked by the creative Providence of the universe, not without the intervention of the fabled madness of Attis; which madness, running wild and overleaping all bound, and therefore deprivative of all strength, and not possible to be kept under command, was a thing which it is not unreasonable to suppose is due to the Final Cause of the gods. Contemplate and consider the Fifth Body—-how it remains free from change during every change, in the case of the illuminations of the moon; in order that finally the world so constantly renewed, and continually destroyed, may be near to the Fifth Body. With regard to her illuminations we observe the occurrence of a certain change, and particular effects taking place simultaneously. It is not therefore unreasonable to suppose this Attis a sixper-natural personage (in fact the fable implies as much), or rather in all respects, a deity, seeing that he comes forth out of the Third Creator, and returns again after his castration, to the Mother of the Gods, after he has persuaded himself to incline completely towards him, although he seemed at first to have a tendency towards Matter. One will not be wrong in taking him for the last of the gods, although the foremost of all things not human. For this reason the fable styles him a “demi-god,” in order to express the difference between him and the unchangeable deities. The Corybantes, who are assigned by the Great Mother to act as his bodyguard, are the three primal Substances of the superior kinds, that come next to the gods. He also rules over the lions, which together with their chief, Leo (the Zodiacal Sign), having a hot and fiery nature allotted to them, are the causes of the element Fire in the first instance, and by means of the heat resulting therefrom, are the authors of the Exciting Energy, and also of preservation to all the rest. He is crowned with the heavens instead of a tiara, coming forth as he does, so to speak, from thence unto us. This great god of ours is Attis; this is the meaning of the “Flight of King Attis” that we have just been lamenting; his “Concealments,” his “Vanishings,” his “Descents into the Cave.” Let my evidence be the time of year when all these ceremonies take place; for it is said that the Sacred Tree is cut down at the moment when the Sun arrives at the extreme point of the equinoctial arc: next in order follows the Sounding of the trumpets, and lastly is cut down the sacred and ineffable Harvest of the god Gallos: after these come, as they say, the Hilaria and festivities. Now that a “cessation of Indefinity” is meant by the castration so much talked of by the vulgar, is self-evident from the fact that when the Sun touches the equinoctial circle, where that which is most definite is placed (for equality is definite, but inequality indefinite and inexplicable); at that very moment (according to the report), the Sacred Tree is cut down; then come the other rites in their order; whereof some are done in compliance with rules that be holy and not to be divulged; others for reasons allowable to be discussed. The “Cutting of the Tree;” this part refers to the legend about the Gallos, and has nothing to do with the rites which it accompanies; for the gods have thereby, I fancy, taught us symbolically that we ought to pluck what is most beautiful on earth, namely virtue joined with piety, and offer the same unto the goddess, for a token of good government here below. For the Tree springs up out of the earth and aspires upwards into the air; it is likewise beautiful to see and be seen, and to afford us shade in hot weather; and furthermore to produce, and regale us with its fruit; thus a large share of a generous nature resides in it. The rite, therefore, enjoins upon us who are celestial by our nature, but who have been carried down to earth, to reap virtue joined with piety from our conduct upon earth, and to aspire upwards unto the deity, the primal source of being and the fount of life. Then immediately after the cutting does the trumpet give out the invocation to Attis and to those that be of heaven, whence we took our flight, and fell down to earth. And after this, when King Attis checks the Indefinity by the means of castration, the gods thereby warn us to extirpate in ourselves all incontinence, and to imitate the example, and to run upwards unto the Definite, and the Uniform, and if it be possible, to the One itself; which being accomplished the “Hilaria” must by all means follow. For what could be more contented, what more hilarious than the soul that has escaped from uncertainty, and generation, and the tumult that reigns therein, and hastens upwards to the gods? Of whose number was this Attis, whom the Mother of the Gods would not suffer to advance farther than was proper for him, but turned him towards herself, and enjoined him to check all indefinity.

And let nobody suppose me to say that all these things were done and happened formerly without the gods themselves knowing what they meant to do; or as though they were chastising their own faults. The causes of things that be, the ancients (whether with the gods to guide them, or discovering them by their unassisted efforts, but better to say seeking them out under the guidance of the gods), when they had discovered them, wrapped up the same in strange fables, in order that the fiction, being detected through its own extravagance and obscurity, might ‘draw us on to the investigation of the Truth. For the vulgar, incapable of reasoning, derive sufficient benefit from what is conveyed by means of symbols; whilst to those of superior intellect, the truth respecting the gods will then only be serviceable, when they through diligent research shall find it out and lay hold thereof: whilst they are reminded by means of dark legends that it is their duty to inquire; and that they may advance to the end, as to the summit of the thing, after they have discerned it by means of such research; not so much out of respect and confidence in the judgment of others, as in the exertion of one’s own understanding upon other objects. What then do we assert as the fact—-to consider it, as it were, in a summary? That as far as the Fifth Body, not merely the Intelligible, but also the Visible bodies, because they belong to the impassive and divine part, the ancients believed to be gods free from all mixture: whilst through the generative activity of the gods simultaneously existing in this same region of the universe, Matter had emanated in company with these gods from all eternity. Whilst out of these gods, and through their agency (on account of the superabundance of their generative and creative faculty), the Providence of things that be, uniting itself from all eternity with the gods, became at once Colleague of the Mighty Jupiter, and Source of the Intelligible Powers; whilst what appears without life, without generative power—-the refuse, and what one may call the off-scouring, dregs, and sediment of things that be—-(was made) by means of the lowest in order of all the gods, that is to say, by him in whom the beings of all the gods terminate; and this maker has regulated, corrected, and; changed the same for the better. For this Attis wears the star-spangled tiara—-evidently meaning that he has. ordered the visible limits of the influence of all the gods upon the Sensible world, to be the beginnings of his own kingdom. Above him was the Unmixed and Pure, extending as far upwards as the Milky Way; but round about this place (where the passive element mingles with the impassive, and Matter exists simultaneously from that same source) his intercourse with the latter is symbolized by his “Descent into the Cave”: a descent not indeed made against the will of the gods and of the Mother of them all, although said to have been made against their will. For the gods being by nature in superior place, the Better Part seeks not to drag them down from thence to this condition, but rather by means of the united descending of the Better Part, to draw the latter up to the superior, and what is more acceptable to the gods, the limit already mentioned. In this sense the Great Mother is described as not hating Attis after his castration; nay more, she is described as no longer wrath with him: she was wrath with him on account of the descent into the Cave, because he, being a god and superior, had given himself up to his inferior: and after he had of his own accord checked the progress of his straying out of bounds, and had reduced to order this disorder by means of his subjection to the same influences with the equinoctial circle (in order that the mighty Sun may govern that which is most perfect in measure in his appointed course), then does the Goddess gladly recall him to herself, or rather retains him by her side. And there never was a time when these things followed another order than they do now: ever is Attis minister and charioteer to the Great Mother; ever does he stimulate generation; perpetually does he cut away from himself all extravagance (want of limitation) by means of the ordained Cause of Forms. And returning, as it were, out of the bowels of the earth, he is said to sway his ancestral sceptre: although never deposed therefrom, nor to be deposed; yet, as the legend goes, deposed on account of his intercourse with the passive element. One point, however, is perhaps worth discussion: how it is that, the Equinox being double, Attis has preferred that which falls in Scorpio’s Claws to that falling in Aries. The reason for this preference is plain enough in my opinion. For at what time the Sun is beginning to approach us from the equinoctial line, and the length of day is on the increase—-this season was, I think, considered the most suitable to the subject; for besides the reason which asserts that light is the accompaniment of the gods, they believed (the ancients) that the attractive rays of the Sun were favourable to all those who aimed at being released from the trammels of generation. Consider the matter by the light of experience: the Sun draws up all things out of the earth, he calls up to himself and causes them to spring aloft by means of his stimulating and wondrous heat, penetrating all bodies with the extremest subtilty; whilst the objects that naturally have a downward tendency he renders light. And such facts as these we ought, I think, to take for illustrations of his invisible operations; for he that forces such results in bodies by means of his corporeal heat, cannot but by means of the invisible, entirely spontaneous, divine and pure activity existing in his beams, draw up and attract to himself the blessed souls. When therefore he has displayed this light, so congenial to the gods, and to men desirous of ascending unto him, and whilst this light is on the increase, so that the day shall be longer than the night, and the Sovereign Sun is beginning to traverse the Sign of the Ram, at that time the attractive nature of the rays of this deity is manifested both by their visible operation and their invisible, whereby innumerable souls are drawn upwards, following the guidance of the most luminous and most sun-like of all the senses. For this ocular sense Plato hath extolled as not so much pleasant and useful for the purposes of daily life, as it is a guide in the acquisition of wisdom in a higher point of view. But if I should touch upon that unspeakable mystic science which the Chaldaean hath uttered through inspiration, concerning the “god of the seven rays” making souls ascend through him, I shall be speaking of things unknown; yea, altogether unknown to the vulgar, yet familiar unto the blessed ministers of the gods, wherefore I shall now pass it over in silence.

But to return to what I was saying, namely, that we must suppose the season for the festival was fixed by those of old time not without consideration, but rather with plausible, in the highest degree, and well grounded reasons, a proof of this is that the goddess in question has the equinoctial line assigned to her. For under the Sign Libra the solemn and ineffable mysteries are celebrated in honour of Ceres and her daughter, and with good cause is this done, for it was fitting that they should be held a second time in honour of the god (Sun) as he is leaving us, in order that we may suffer nothing unpleasant from that goddess and dark Power which then gets the upper hand. At any rate, the Athenians celebrate the Mysteries to Ceres twice a year; in the Sign Aries they celebrate, it is said, the Lesser Mysteries; the greater they hold when the Sun is in the Claws of Scorpio; for the reasons already stated. I believe them to be called “Greater” and “Lesser” Mysteries, for other reasons, but particularly as is probable for this, their being held when the Sun is receding, rather than when he is approaching us; wherefore in the latter case they are done merely as a reminder; because the preserving and sublimating deity is still present, the preliminaries of the Initiation are marked out; then, shortly after, continuous practices of religion, and purifications connected with the rites; and when the deity later is taking his departure for the zone opposite to our land, then, the crowning rite of the ceremonies is performed for the sake of our protection and preservation. And observe how in this case also the final cause of generation is cut away, for amongst the Athenians also those that handle the holy things are strictly continent; and the Hierophant who presides over them shuns all generation, inasmuch as he has nothing to do with progression into indefinity, but on the contrary, is concerned with the Essence that is definite, that abides for ever, and is comprehended in the One, the which also is free from admixture, and pure. On this subject, thus much is sufficient. It now remains for us in continuation to discuss this observance of strict continence and of purity in order that we may extract them from whatever bears upon our hypothesis. And at first starting, this thing appears to everybody an absurdity, that the sacred rule allows one to touch flesh, and prohibits one’s touching seeds. Are not the latter without life, the former possessing life? Are not the latter clean, the former filled with blood and much that is disagreeable both to the sight and to the hearing? Whilst the former possess the additional recommendation that no one is aggrieved by the eating of them, whereas in the other case there is the slaughtering and throat-cutting of the beasts, which feel pain in consequence, as is natural, and make a roaring noise. Thus much many superior souls may possibly say; what follows, even the most impious of mankind nowadays ridicule, namely, that the stalks of vegetables are eaten; but their roots, for example turnips, are refused; that figs are allowed to be eaten, but pomegranates by no means, and apples, besides. This I have frequently heard many people whining at; and though I have said it already, I consider myself especially indebted to all the gods together, and more than all to the Great Mother in this particular instance (as in all others) that she did not suffer me to wander about, as it were in the dark, but firstly commanded me to cut away, not as regards my body, but as regards the irrational appetites and motions of the soul, all that was superfluous and empty, by the aid of the Cause, the object of intellect, and which presides over souls, whilst she herself enabled me to conceive certain notions perhaps not discordant with a true, and at the same time, reverential understanding of divine matters. But I seem to be running around in a circle, as though I had nothing that I could say. It is in my power, even by giving particulars, to adduce clear and convincing reasons why it is not allowable for us to bring to table those vegetables and fruits, which are prohibited by the sacred rule; and this I will do a little further on. At present, it is better to produce some types, as it were, and models; by following which, even though in my haste something may be left unnoticed, we may be enabled to form some judgment on these points. This is the proper place to recapitulate; first of all, whom I have stated Attis to be, and what is the meaning of his castration; what is symbolized by the things done between the castration and the Hilaria, and what the object of the observation of continence. Now, this Attis has been defined by me as an Existing Cause, and a deity proximately creating the.material world; who, when he descends as far as the extreme limits, is checked by the Sun in his generative motion; when the latter Power arrives at the sharply defined circumference of the universe, the name whereof is the Equinoctial line by reason of its effect. His castration, we have explained to mean the checking of straying beyond bounds —-the which can only be brought about by his recall and reascension to the more ancient and original Causes. Of the continence itself, the aim we say is the reascent of the soul; therefore, in the first place, it forbids the eating of the plants that sink below the ground, forasmuch as the Earth is the lowest of things that be; for thither Plato also says that evil things return after having been driven away; and the gods also by their oracles in many places have called it the “refuse;” and frequently exhort us to make our escape therefrom. First of all, therefore, the life-giving and provident goddess doth not allow us even as far as concerns our bodily nourishment, to make use of things that descend beneath the earth; thereby warning us to look up to heaven, or rather above the heavens. Some persons, it is true, eat one sort of seed, namely, kidney beans; because they look upon them as not so much seeds as green vegetables, on account of their growing in an upward direction and erect, and not being at all rooted under the earth; for the bean is rooted from the haulm, in the same way as the fruit of an ivy or of a vine hangs from the tree. This is the reason why it is forbidden us to use the seed of plants, whilst it is allowed us to use fruits and green vegetables, not such, however, as creep along the ground, but those that raise themselves aloft in air. In this way she commands us to reject as earthy the ground-loving nature of the turnip, whilst she allows us to bring to table that which grows upwards and aspires on high; inasmuch as this very action is the mark of purity. At any rate she allows us to use the stalks of vegetables, whilst she forbids their roots, most especially those that grow under, and are affected by the same influences as the ground. And truly the apples of trees, as being holy and goldlike, and the images of the mystic prizes,31 and of those given in the ceremonies, she permits us not to destroy nor to consume; seeing that they deserve, for the sake of the things they symbolize, to be respected and taken care of; but pomegranates she has rejected as being an earthy shrub; and the fruit of the palm tree, some one perhaps will say, in consequence of its not growing in Phrygia, where the religion was first established. It seems however to me that it was as a tree sacred to the Sun, and not subject to decay that she forbids us to consume it, during the fasts, for the nourishment of the body. In addition to the foregoing rules, she forbids us to use every sort of fish; and this question concerns us in common with the Egyptians. For my part I think that for two reasons we should abstain from fish, —-best entirely; or, at any rate, during the time of fasting; and firstly because we ought not to eat of things the which it is not lawful to sacrifice unto the gods,32 and here perhaps some dainty and gluttonous persons may raise objection, as I remember to have been often served before on different occasions when they heard me explaining for what reason we do not offer sacrifice of fish to the gods. But in reality we have something to say in reply to this objection; for we do offer them up, I replied, in the sacrifices of Initiation, in the same way as the Romans to the horse; and many other beasts and living things, for example the dog to Hecate (like the Greeks and the Romans also); and there are many similar victims belonging to initiatory rites amongst other nations, offered by the community either once or twice a year; although not in the honorary sacrifices of which alone it is lawful for the gods to partake and banquet upon. Now fishes we do not offer up in the honorary sacrifices, because they are things that we do not pasture, nor do we take care of their breeding; neither have we herds of fish in the same way as we have of sheep and of oxen. For these latter animals, being fed and made to multiply through our care, may justly be applied to our other uses, and above everything else, to the purpose of the most honorific sacrifices. This is one reason why I think we are not allowed to use fish for food during the times of fasting. There is yet another, and which I fancy is more consonant with what has been already said—-namely, that fishes from their habit of sinking to the bottom, are more of an earthy nature than seeds-themselves; whilst he that desires to soar upwards, and to fly aloft above the air unto the very pinnacles of heaven, will with good cause reject all things of the kind; he will emulate and run after those that aspire upwards into air, that aim at ascension, and to speak poetically, that gaze at heaven. Birds, our religion allows us to eat, with the exception of a few that are held sacred by the common consent of mankind; and also the usual quadrupeds, except the swine; the latter as being earthy in all respects, in form, in habits, in the very article of its nature, (for it is full of superfluity, and bloated in body) is justly proscribed from the holy table. For this beast is believed to be an acceptable offering to the infernal gods, and not without good reason, for it is without sight of heaven, not merely never attempting, but even naturally made incapable of looking upwards. Such are the reasons that the holy institution assigns for abstinence from the things whence we are bound to abstain; and which we, who understand them, communicate to those who believe in the gods.

But as regards what we are permitted to eat, I make this observation. The holy rule does not allow all indiscriminately, but keeping in view what is within the power of human nature, allows us to make use of these common things, not in order that we should all of us necessarily consume all such things (for this perhaps were no easy matter), but that, firstly, each might use whatever his own constitution should permit: secondly, a larger supply for human wants is the consequence of such variety; and, thirdly, it is attended by the exercise of will, which last it is right to strain to the utmost in matters of religion, so as to be zealous and to exert one’s self, even beyond one’s strength to follow the divine rules. Such conduct is the more serviceable to the soul as regards its health, supposing that one makes greater account of it, and not of the health of the body. Nay, as regards the body, it will ultimately prove to have participated unconsciously in this more estimable and still greater benefit. For when the soul gives itself up completely to the gods, committing all that concerns itself entirely to its superiors, whilst purity of life is the consequence, and previous to this the divine rules lead the way where is nothing further that confines or trammels it; for all things are in the power of the gods, and all things subsist around the gods, and all things are full of the gods; thereupon does the divine light illumine their souls, and being themselves rendered divine, they impart a tension and a strength to the spirit, to which they are united at birth, whilst the latter, being thus sharpened and at the same time governed by the soul, becomes the source of health to the whole body. That probably all bodily diseases, or at any rate the greater number and the worst, arise from the upsetting and depravation of the animal spirits, as I fancy none of the sons of Esculapius will deny, for some say this of all diseases, others of the most numerous, the worst, and the most difficult to cure. Testimony to this fact are the oracles of the gods; I mean that not only the soul, but the body likewise, is rendered worthy of much benefit and health by means of this purity of living. For, as they say, “The mortal envelope of bitter Matter is likewise preserved,” as the gods promise in encouragement to the extremely pure amongst their own ministers.

What subject then remains for us to handle—-especially when we are confined within the short space of a single night, and have read nothing beforehand, or made any research into these matters, nay, without any previous intention of writing about them, before asking for these tablets; the goddess will bear witness to what I say. But as I was saying, what else is left for us to do, save to commemorate the goddess conjointly with Athene and Bacchus —-the festivals of whom, in truth, the law has fixed during the time of this fast, perceiving doubtless the relationship that exists between Athene and the Mother of the Gods, because of the provident nature common to both, having also an eye to the separate creative operation of Bacchus, which power the mighty Bacchus has received from the mighty Jupiter, inasmuch as he has emanated out of him, and has communicated the same to all the visible creation, while he directs and governs the universal separate creation. It is also fitting to make mention of Hermes, entitled “Epaphroditus “—-for so the god is styled by those initiated persons, who profess to kindle torches in honour of Attis “the Wise.” But who is so thick-headed as not to understand that through Hermes and Aphrodite are invoked all things in all places that contain the cause of the universality and various forms of generation, which is the proper subject of my argument? Is not this the Attis, who at first is called insane, and then sane, in consequence of his castration? Insane because he chose for himself the realm of Matter, and superintends the work of generation; but sane because he hath modelled this refuse into Beauty, and hath wrought therein so great a transformation, that no skill or craft of man can imitate the same. But what shall be the conclusion of my theme? Verily a Hymn of praise unto the goddess. O Mother of gods and men, assister and colleague of mighty Jove! O source of the Intelligible Powers! Thou that keepest thy course in unison with the simple essences of things intelligible; thou that hast received out of all the universal Cause, and impartest it to the Intelligible world! Goddess, giver of life, Mother, Providence, and Maker of our souls! Thou that lovest the mighty Bacchus; who didst preserve Attis when he was cast forth, and didst recall him to thyself after he had sunk down into the cave of the earth; thou that art the beginning of all Good unto the Intelligible Powers, and that fillest the world with all the objects of Sense, and grantest all good things, in all places, unto mankind! Grant unto all men happiness, of which the sum and substance is the knowledge of the gods; and to the Roman people universally, first and foremost to wash away from themselves the stain of atheism, and in addition to this, grant them propitious Fortune, that shall assist them in governing the empire for many thousands of years to come! To myself grant for the fruit of my devotion to thee—-Truth in belief concerning the gods, the attainment of perfection in religious rites, and in all the undertakings which we attempt as regards warlike or military measures, valour coupled with good luck, and the termination of my life to be without pain, and happy in the good hope of a departure for your abodes!

I think I owe Cybele herself a poem before this devotional period is done…so, on the 10th, I shall present that.

In the meantime, lots to think about, and to be grateful for…

Khaire Kybele! Khaire Kybele! Khaire Kybele!


Venatio Apri; IV Floralia; Beltene; Valborg…

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This is not going to be an easy post to write, because there’s a lot to it, and my time to do so today is much shorter and more fragmented than I would have hoped, alas. Thus, I will be composing this in chunks throughout the latter part of the day today…

But, as I was gathering my thoughts on this post over the last few days, the familiar phrase of Sannion (slightly modified for my own purposes) seemed most appropriate: Circles, folks…fucking circles.

To start the day in a festive manner, however, in line with the more common modern pagan understandings of the festival (somewhat flawed though they might be), I was listening to the following songs, and have been doing so relatively regularly over the last month or so as well. I give you the wonderful band Trickie Pixie, featuring the incomparably fetching S. J. Tucker, and the equally beautiful and talented Alexander James Adams…

And, I was there for those performances! Even though the official album recording versions are much cleaner, there’s still something about actual live music that never fails to raise the hairs on the back of my neck, and these performances are no exception…even four years on…

In the subject line of this post, I’ve listed several of the holy days of major significance that I am observing on this day, in their order of importance to me and my traditional outlooks personally. Pride of place, not surprisingly, goes to Antinous. His syncretism festival with Belenus also falls on this day. You can read my posts with more information on this occasion from 2011, which includes my poem on the boar-hunt that is found both in The Phillupic Hymns and Devotio Antinoo: The Doctor’s Notes, Volume One, and also my post from 2012, which includes a poem for Antinous and Belenus that can only be found there! My poem that will relate to this occasion for this year will follow in the next day or so…I’m still working on it, and it is proving to be more varied and multi-faceted than I had at first imagined. ;)

Though, considering the general modern pagan associations with this particular holiday, I’m intrigued that I had never made a particular connection in its Antinoan valence until the last few weeks (in conversation with some of my students). Boars are, of course, porcine animals, and thus in the same general semantic area to pigs, whether wild or domesticated. We of course know of “were-pigs” most prominently in Greek tradition in Homer’s Odyssey, when some of Odysseus’ men have been turned into pigs by Circe’s magic. But, in more general Greek tradition, pigs are often associated with Demeter and the sacrifices of the Eleusinian Mysteries. But, they are also a common slang term for female genitalia. Interestingly enough, in Irish tradition, pigs are seen to be the natural enemies of dogs, and of course today we are celebrating a hunting festival, during which the use of hounds would not only be necessary, it would be assumed without question and would go without saying. And, interestingly enough, there are certain slang terms in Greek that connect dogs and hounds with…yep, you guessed it: penises! So, it is entirely possible to have a quasi-traditional, heterosexual, run-of-the-mill-pagan interpretation of the Venatio Apri/Boar Hunt festival even within a traditionally-informed Greek (or even Graeco-Celtic) understanding of the Ekklesía Antínoou!

How queer is that?!? ;)

Today is also the fourth day of the games of the Floralia, stretching from April 28th to May 3rd. While Ovid’s Fasti gives the most details for the festival on May 3rd (or 2nd in this version, which differs from the Sir J.G. Frazer translation in the Loeb Classical Library, because Ovid actually had two lengthy entries for the 3rd, and the one on Floralia got combined in with May 2nd in the online translation I’ve been referring to…so, just note that!), some of his non-Floralia related entries on May 1 and 2, as well as his prelude to Book V on the name of Maia for the month of May are also of interest. Listen to this (or, rather, read it!), where the Muse Polyhymnia recites the reason that May is called May, after the goddess Maiestas:

‘After the first Chaos, as soon as the three primary forms
Were given to the world, all things were newly re-configured:
Earth sank under its own weight, and drew down the seas,
But lightness lifted the sky to the highest regions:
And the sun and stars, not held back by their weight,
And you, you horses of the moon, sprang high.
But Earth for a long time wouldn’t yield to Sky,
Nor the other lights to the Sun: honours were equal.
One of the common crowd of gods, would often dare
To sit on the throne that you, Saturn, owned,
None of the new gods took Ocean’s side,
And Themis was relegated to the lowest place,
Until Honour, and proper Reverence, she
Of the calm look, were united in a lawful bed.
From them Majesty was born, she considers them
Her parents, she who was noble from her day of birth.
She took her seat, at once, high in the midst of Olympus,
Conspicuous, golden, in her purple folds.
Modesty and Fear sat with her: you could see
All the gods modelling their expression on hers.
At once, respect for honour entered their minds:
The worthy had their reward, none thought of self.
This state of things lasted for years in heaven,
Till the elder god was banished by fate from the citadel.
Earth bore the Giants, a fierce brood of savage monsters,
Who dared to venture against Jupiter’s halls:
She gave them a thousands hands, serpents for legs,
And said: “Take up arms against the mighty gods.”
They set to piling mountains to the highest stars,
And to troubling mighty Jupiter with war:
He hurled lightning bolts from the heavenly citadel,
And overturned the weighty mass on its creators.
These divine weapons protected Majesty well,
She survived, and has been worshipped ever since:
So she attends on Jove, Jove’s truest guardian,
And allows him to hold the sceptre without force.
She came to earth as well: Romulus and Numa
Both worshipped her, and so did others in later ages.
She maintains fathers and mothers in due honour,
She keeps company with virgins and young boys,
She burnishes the lictor’s rods, axes, and ivory chair,
She rides high in triumph behind the garlanded horses.’

So, that’s very interesting from a variety of perspectives, not the least of which is that Ovid goes on to give several other examples of the etymology of Maia, including being named after Hermes/Mercury’s mother (the most traditional and well-known one) and each of them having equal relevance and validity since they were spoken by different Muses. But, that Maiestas is honored, even though she incited the solely-Gaia-born Gigantes to rise up against Olympus, is very intriguing indeed, and is suggestive of things Thracian and of Titanismos…

But, the May 1st entry of Ovid also has something interesting, especially in light of my semi-joking post of the other day:

The Kalends of May saw an altar dedicated
To the Guardian Lares, with small statues of the gods.
Curius vowed them: but time destroys many things,
And the long ages wear away the stone.
The reason for their epithet of Guardian,
Is that they keep safe watch over everything.
They support us, and protect the City walls,
And they’re propitious, and bring us aid.
A dog, carved from the same stone, used to stand
At their feet: why did it stand there with the Lares?
Both guard the house: both are loyal to their master:
Crossroads are dear to the god, and to dogs.
Both the Lar and Diana’s pack chase away thieves:
And the Lares are watchful, and so are dogs.
I looked for statues of the twin gods,
But they’d fallen with the weight of years:
The City has a thousand Lares, and Spirits
Of the Leader, who gave them to the people,
And each district worships the three divinities.
Why say this here, when the month of August
Rightfully owns that subject of my verse?
For the moment the Good Goddess is my theme.
There’s a natural height that gives its name to a place:
They call it The Rock: it’s the bulk of the Aventine.
Remus waited there in vain, when you, the birds
Of the Palatine, granted first omens to his brother.
There the Senate founded a temple, hostile
To the sight of men, on the gently sloping ridge.
It was dedicated by an heiress of the ancient Clausi,
Who’d never given her virgin body to a man:
Livia restored it, so she could imitate her husband
And follow his lead in everything.

So, not only do I note the presence of hounds here (on which more later!), but also that a temple of Bona Dea, the “Good Goddess,” is also mentioned. Hadrian founded a temple to Bona Dea Subsaxana; and, of course, some Romans syncretized Bona Dea to Fauna! Circles, folks, fucking circles…

But now, to Beltene (as it is spelled in the oldest source that mentions it) proper, and to the related Welsh holy day of Kalan Mai. In Ireland, this is a day associated with the invasions and occupations of the land by various peoples; in Wales, it’s a date that comes close to the time of Pryderi’s birth. While horses are associated with the latter (as well as hounds!), it’s not exactly a fertility holiday in any of the original Celtic contexts. But, I have heard a new and interesting neo-Gaulish calque on the holy day, with Belenus and Belisama bringing their gifts to the day–Belenus renewing and preserving the flocks with his fires, and Belisama renewing the land with flowers. I like it! No matter what, though, the land and the animals seem to be renewed, and human’s relationships with them are extended or strengthened or established via what happens. So, if that is the focus, congratulations! You’re doing what your Celtic ancestors and forebearers were doing!

Via Soli’s post on the occasion, as well as Galina Krasskova’s, this date is also Walpurgisnacht or Valborg. You can read a bit more about this here in its Christianized version, and of particular interest there is the notes about Walburga’s dog, and its possible relation to Nehalennia…who is a goddess I quite like as well. And, there again is the dog connection…hunting…I happened to be awake last night when a coyote started howling in our neighborhood, so I think that connects into all of this quite nicely, too. And, as Galina pointed out, her rituals were dedicated to Freyja, who I think would get along quite well with Flora…and, Freyja’s brother is Freyr, who is of course associated with boars as well. Circles, folks, feckin’ circles…

If you like to ride werewolves, incidentally, as your preferred Beltene or Kalan Mai activity (which is actually not entirely inappropriate!), then here’s a guide for how proper ladies should ride werewolves. ;)

And to close this post, just one more note. This evening I was on Wyrd Ways Radio with Galina Krasskova and Laura Patsouris, which you can listen to here. It was tremendous fun, and I look forward to doing so again on another occasion in the (hopefully) not-too-distant future! Thank you, Galina and Laura, for doing the show, and for having me on it!

I have to go and write some poetry now, as well as some other things I’m not looking forward to writing (i.e. checks for bills), but which must be done.

Tomorrow, I’m looking forward to a ritual with REAL LIVE PEOPLE!, although we don’t quite know what we’ll be doing yet…but, there will be flowers, and it will be at Mt. Erie, so that’s a start in itself!

Ave Ave Antinoe! Ave Belene! Ave Flora Dea Flores!

Felix Venatio Apri! Felix Floralia! Beltene Mhaith duib! Bendigedig Kalan Mai i chwi! Guten Walpurgisnacht!


Boukoklepteia 2013

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I awoke a few hours ago, after a night not only of extremely restful sleep, but also some very interesting and enjoyable dreams, to some rather exciting news…

Well, that is, after I had a very filling and nutritious breakfast of eggs with cheese, bacon, fresh buttermilk biscuits, sausage, cantaloupe and honeydew, and a nice tall glass of milk. Feeling indulgent, I went back for seconds on the bacon and eggs, and had a chocolate milk to wash it down.

When I went to take a shower, I found that my housemates bought me some new shampoo. Hurrah for that! Small surprises…saves me a trip to the store.

I then went to check my e-mail, and I had three wonderful messages waiting for me:

1) A certain very hard-to-get Greek book on Herodes Attikos is going to be coming my way very soon, thanks to a very persistent and resourceful “book detective” that I enlisted to search it out for me. And, it’s not going to cost me an arm and a leg to get it!

2) Without even applying for it (this year, at least), I’ve been offered a tenure-track position at the University of Chicago’s Divinity School in the History of Religions Department! So, come August, I’ll be moving to Chicago! The pay rate is enough not only to start making payments back to the government for my student loans, but to also actually afford to live in decent accommodations, afford a few trips a year, and needless to say, medical insurance will cover all of my health-related bills, too!

3) But, very best of all, it appears that if I had a BaceFook account, I could now update it to say “No Longer Single.” You see, I had a message out on a dating site after I met a certain very attractive gender-variant individual locally in recent months, and I managed to locate that person on this site. We’ve been talking back and forth in small bits since then, and they pretty much agreed to not only start dating me, but to likewise introduce me to their poly circle of friends. There’s several attractive individuals of various genders included in that group, and a few of them have likewise already started to express reciprocation for my interest in them. I’ll be meeting the gender-variant individual later tonight, for (as they said in their latest message) “chai, chatting, and probably some form of fucking.” So, it looks like I’ve gone from zero to THE SPEED OF LIGHT practically overnight when it comes to this most difficult and conflicted area of my life! Hu-fucking-rrah!

The main individual in question telecommutes at present, but is thinking of relocating to…yep, you guessed it…Chicago! While not all of the other poly folks in the circle will be following, they’re all mobile enough with their various forms of work that they will be able to visit frequently. We’ve already got a potential line on a nice three bedroom apartment that is adjacent to a rail line, so it will be easy to commute for me. I’ll probably take a trip out there with my new S.O. next month to check it out.

There’s just one catch. They’re all atheists, and so all of this religious hokum I’ve been doing for the last twenty-plus years is going to have to go. That means the devotional practices, the images, the books, and this blog, too. It’s no big deal, really–because I’m an intellectual, I’ve never really had a deep or committed relationship with any of the gods, and it’s all just been a mental exercise to me. So, while I’m still happy that the Herodes Attikos book is on the way–I am a curious researcher, after all–I’ll probably write about some of this stuff academically in the future, but I won’t really be a practicing polytheist any longer. Sorry. Fucking is so much more important than anything else, after all, I’d be willing to give up anything and everything for it.

So, consider this my last blog post.

I hope everyone is doing well!

*****

Bazinga.

Hail Hermes!



15 Pachons–Dies Sancti Ignoti

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Due to computer availability complications and travel, I did not get to post on this day last year; however, I did in 2011; and while the information there is still good, there have been quite a few changes in the list of Sancti in terms of when they are celebrated and such. Nonetheless, here we are…

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Look closely, and you will see the only definite surviving painting of Antinous from the ancient world, depicting him as Osirantinous, the syncretized form of Antinous and Osiris, which was depicted in Egyptian style on the Obelisk of Antinous, and here in the Greek style on the burial tondo of two young men from the Graeco-Roman-Egyptian city of Antinoöpolis. Who were these young men, you might ask? Easily told…or, rather, shown.

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As I’ve said on many occasions before, we are fortunate to know as much as we do about the cult and cultists of Antinous in the late antique world, including many of the names of dedicants (among them several who were not political figures who were otherwise known). But, we are also very lucky because here, staring back at us from across the horizon of centuries, are two young men who were involved in the cultus of Antinous to at least one degree or another. The young man on the left is probably of Greek or Graeco-Egyptian descent, and over his shoulder is the depiction of Osirantinous, and the date 15 Pachons–but, what does that date mean? Was it the date of his birth? Was it the date of his death? Was it the date of his marriage to his partner? We don’t really know. The darker man on the right may be of mainly Egyptian descent, or mixed Greek and Egyptian heritage, or perhaps he’s even Ethiopian or Nubian, and over his shoulder is a depiction of Hermanubis, the syncretized Graeco-Egyptian form of Hermes Chthonios and Anubis. (My own theory is that he might be at least partially Nubian, and I suspect there might be a bit of a pun in terms of showing he is Nubian by having Hermanubis there…but, it’s just a dumb theory! I mean, they knew from Nubians, and thus why not Apedemak or Mandulis? Anyway…!?!)

But, do we know anything more about them? Apart from inferences (based on comparisons with Graeco-Roman funerary art) that they were likely a married couple, and the fellow on the left was younger than the one on the right, no.

So, whatever the significance of 15 Pachons happened to be for them, this is the day that we celebrate the Antinoöpolitan Lovers, and all other Sancti of the Ekklesía Antínoou for whom we do not have definite dates of birth or death, or who have not been assigned to another festival for their dies sancti as a result of a particular association we know they had. You can consult our list of Sancti for further information on who, specifically, these individuals are; and you can honor them collectively or individually as you see fit on this day. For the Sancti whose dates we know, or have established, you can consult our Calendar of the Sancti (to which a few additions need to be made: namely, Gad Beck and Jeanne Manford).

Sing Ignis Corporis Infirmat, Ignis sed Animae Perstat for all the Sancti of the Ekklesía Antínoou, known and unknown and yet to be discovered!


Maia, Hermes, and Antinous

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Today is the festival in honor of the goddess Maia in Roman practice, the mother of Mercury/Hermes. As a result, it’s also the syncretism festival for Antinous Neos Hermes. The above image of Maia is the one to which I was most drawn when I did a Google image search for Maia…it’s got to be the water, though the whole thing is quite lovely, in my opinion.

Let’s look at a bit from Ovid’s Fasti for this day:

Come, Mercury, Atlas’ famous grandson, you whom
A Pleiad once bore to Jove, among the Arcadian hills,
Arbiter of war and peace to gods on high, and those below:
You who make your way with winged feet: who delight
In the sounding lyre, and the gleaming wrestling:
You through whose teaching the tongue learnt eloquence:
On the Ides, the Senate founded for you, a temple facing
The Circus: since then today has been your festival.
All those who make a living trading their wares,
Offer you incense, and beg you to swell their profits.
There’s Mercury’s fountain close to the Capene Gate:
It’s potent, if you believe those who’ve tried it.
Here the merchant, cleansed, with his tunic girt,
Draws water and carries it off, in a purified jar.
With it he wets some laurel, sprinkles his goods
With damp laurel: those soon to have new owners.
And he sprinkles his hair with dripping laurel too,
And with that voice, that often deceives, utters prayers:
‘Wash away all the lies of the past,’ he says,
‘Wash away all the perjured words of a day that’s gone.
If I’ve called on you as witness, and falsely invoked
Jove’s great power, hoping he wouldn’t hear:
If I’ve knowingly taken the names of gods and goddesses,
In vain: let the swift southerlies steal my sinful words,
And leave the day clear for me, for further perjuries,
And let the gods above fail to notice I’ve uttered any.
Just grant me my profit, give me joy of the profit I’ve made:
And make sure I’ll have the pleasure of cheating a buyer.’
Mercury, on high, laughs aloud at such prayers,
Remembering how he himself stole Apollo’s cattle.

Though Boukoklepteia was last week, nonetheless this brings some of those same thoughts to mind. Speaking of which, buy somethin’, will ya? ;)

Now, of course, I’ll never look as good as Antinous does (from every damn angle!) in his portrayal now in the museum in Naples, but nonetheless, today seemed an auspicious day to start going to the gym after more than a year of not doing so. (Things got busy last year…) I am going to try and go every day I’m at college (usually three days a week) for the remainder of the quarter, which is a little over a month. I was able to go nine miles on the bike in twenty-five minutes, which is close to what I could do last year; but, I got on the rowing machine (which I’ve never done before, other than when I was a kid at my grandma’s house) and had planned to do ten minutes…then, I thought “eight minutes,” but I ended up giving out after just over four minutes. Crikey…I’m out of shape, but on the whole, it wasn’t a bad first attempt today. As Hermes was considered the inventor of wrestling, physicality of all sorts seems to be a good thing to do in honoring him…in absence, meanwhile, of attractive individuals to get naked, oiled up, and wrestle with, I suppose. (Someone to whom I’m quite attracted, it turns out, used to wrestle in high school, before “other-than-boys” wrestling was something on offer in most places…I hope to see this person with nothing but oil on by the end of this year, if not sooner!) ;)

So, for this day, see if you can get out in nature and hang out with nymphs if you can, in honor of Maia; use your words carefully, spend some money, and get some exercise in honor of Hermes; and in honor of Antinous, pour a libation, sing a song, pray, and strive to make your life and the lives of those around you as beautiful as possible!

Ave Maia! Ave Mercurie! Ave Ave Antinoe!


The Debate Goes On…And, My FINAL Thoughts On This Matter (Hopefully for a long time!)

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Pagans? Pop culture? Polytheism? Are “superheroes” just as good as gods? You know the drill…

Before I launch into some final thoughts on the matter, I wanted to give a few further links to various other aspects of the discussion that have been contributed by various folks, as well as an outlier that might be interesting and useful, too.

First, Sannion has had several more posts related to this issue, here, here, and here–and, in the latter, leave it to His Phallic Awesomeness to bring in autofellating bats into the picture! ;)

Next, based on a comment exchange I had with him after recent posts, Faoladh has this to contribute. For modern pagans to be as much about “intention” and so forth as they often claim to be, particularly in magical practice, it seems strange that this dimension of the issue has not received as much attention as perhaps it should thus far…

My Anomalous Thracian colleague has done two posts, declaring that his gods are neither characters nor archetypes. The latter post is particularly important, because it highlights how there has been a serious breakdown over this issue (and many others) in terms of semantics–and by that, I don’t mean “unimportant details of how things are stated,” but instead meaning itself, and the lack of actually understanding, respecting, and using meaning in an efficacious manner amidst this discussion, as well as many others in the attempts of wider paganism today to speak theologically.

Further, Taylor Ellwood writes in defense of pop culture magic. What he discusses here is not surprising, though I think that some of the matters having to do with “meaning” may need some further clarification or qualification…

And, for the present purposes finally, Alan Moore is interviewed for a dissertation on psychogeography here. The interview was done long before this particular debate started; but, as Moore is a comic books writer, a fiction writer, an artist, and a magician, further thoughts from him seem to be potentially useful…and, on the matter we’re discussing here, I think they can be, but perhaps not in the way many people might think.

So, as far as my own further comments are concerned, the admonishment to pay better attention to meaning–and not the “meaning which we invest in stories” that Taylor Ellwood is talking about, but instead the meaning that particular words have and that certain concepts convey, which by definition must be something agreed upon to some greater or lesser extent to have any meaningful communication at all–is at the heart of some of the continued misunderstandings over this issue. Let me see if I can put this clearly and briefly…

The pop culture magic that Taylor Ellwood is talking about is exactly that: pop culture magic.

The religious cultus and cultic devotion that Anomalous Thracian is talking about is exactly that: religious cultus and cultic devotion.

Or, perhaps, to put it in much bolder and balder terms: the pop culture magician asks of any entity, “how can I use you?” while the devotional polytheist asks of their gods and spirits “how can I serve you?”

These are two perfectly fine things to do; what is not fine is to confuse and conflate the two things together.

I have heard many of the “superheroes are heroes, too” crowd protesting the arguments of the polytheist crowd by saying that in their experiences, the pop culture entities involved have proven effective in terms of accomplishing the magic that the people working with them have intended. That’s fine; but, are you doing cultus with them? Are you worshipping them? And by worshipping them, I don’t just mean decorating your house with their images, or even building shrines for them out of merchandise and the like–and, meanwhile, putting money in the hands of the corporations that own their trademarked images, most likely–but actually worshipping them and sacrificing to them. How many people are doing that? How many of these pop cultural entities are asking for that? While I don’t discount the possibility that they could ask for such, the wider question is “have they yet?” Simply devoting some time, attention, and money to an entity doesn’t necessarily mean anything in terms of cultus or sacrifice or devotion; there are plenty of geeks out there who are not polytheists or pagans who have spent more time, money, and attention on these figures (and which pop culture makes fun of on a regular basis…Trekkies? Overweight Comicon attendees? Pop culture makes fun of these types of individual more than it supports them, despite feeding off their money), and yet we don’t call that “devotion” in the same sense that religious activity is devotional.

To return to the bolder and balder statements: the pop culture magicians seem to be saying “I’m getting results, therefore these entities are real“; the devotional polytheists are saying “the realities of gods and heroes and other divine beings are independent of the results to prayers or spells which occur in relation to them.”

There are plenty of polytheists right now who affirm the reality of Jesus, and even the Christian god; some of them even affirm the theological realities of these deities that Christians ascribe to them (which I do not, even though I acknowledge they’re real entities). How many millions of prayers and sacrifices are made to these entities on a daily basis, and how many of them are actually fulfilled or achieve results? I can’t tell you how many prayers I’ve heard for world peace by ardent devotees of these deities, and yet, where’s world peace? That may be an unfair example due to all of the “moving parts” involved in achieving world peace, but nonetheless, this results-based evaluation for the reality of an entity is rather poor, and would of necessity invalidate the existence of the Christian deities…and yet, for over a millennium, it hasn’t. Hmm.

To critique something that Taylor Ellwood said in his piece linked to above: myths are not and never have been “pop culture,” or even the pop culture of premodern cultures. A myth might be taken as a very sacred thing, and listening to it in a recited sacred environment is very different than watching your favorite television show or film, or reading a comic book or novel all by yourself. If you want to know what “pop culture” was for premodern societies, try looking at drinking songs that were sung in taverns and on street corners; try jokes that people told each other in the market; try folktales, which even when they featured gods or heroes from myth and religion, were of a very different sort than what would be recited at sacred festivals or in temples.

The fact that from a modern viewpoint, we consider all such things “made up” and “crafted” and so forth, therefore, puts them on the same footing as any other “work of art.” Something that is not taught in colleges these days is that “Greek art” is, for the most part, religious–in fact, almost all of what we would consider “art” in premodern cultures until the 18th century or so (with the exception of a great deal of writing in Europe), and which has survived, would only exist because it had a connection to something that was considered sacred by the cultures and individuals who created it. The made-up-ness of all art (whether or not it is inspired by deities and other incorporeal beings) does not mean that all of the beings that appear in literate arts are therefore equal or the same. There have been film treatments of the lives of Beethoven, Mozart, and Abraham Lincoln, for example, that have been more or less fictionalized in each case. On occasion, the film treatments of these figures, no matter how fictionalized, succeed in becoming great works of motion picture arts. In terms of the “suspension of disbelief” with which one approaches viewing a film, television, or reading any sort of fictional work, the reality of the persons in question and their actions cannot be questioned on a narratological level; one can interpret their actions in various ways, but one cannot say “the film Lincoln doesn’t have Abraham Lincoln in it.” So, all of that is fine…

Yet, as a devotional polytheist, one does not approach the gods with “suspension of disbelief.” The cognitive mechanisms of these two different activities are not the same, and I think that’s important to remember. This does not necessarily invalidate the existence of pop cultural entities, but instead merely highlights that these are entirely different areas of human engagement, which despite some types of crossover in certain cognitive or operational functions is concerned, are things which have always been differentiated.

Note: I’m nowhere saying “should” here; I’m saying “has.” People can do whatever they like, and have been doing whatever they like over the last few years, in terms of approaching pop cultural entities in manners that suggest cultus and magic. I don’t think there’s anything necessarily wrong with this; but, what has emerged very quickly in this set of discussions is “our ways are better” or “just because it’s new doesn’t mean it’s bad.” And, going back to Sunweaver’s original post, and then Sannion’s initial response to it, I think that is where some of the difficulty emerged: Sunweaver was speaking in terms of “same as,” and Sannion responded with “different than,” and almost everyone since has been saying “No! My way is better!” I don’t think that’s what Sannion was saying at all, at least initially.

So, here’s the thing: as with so many matters in relation to religion, I think we can chalk this up to aesthetic preferences. Some people are just going to prefer modern pop cultural images to the ancient gods, heroes, and more traditional forms of understanding these beings from a theological perspective; and some are going to prefer things that are older, deities who are more established, and so forth.

I think if both sides refrain from saying “Mine are better,” this whole discussion would be a lot calmer and more reasoned. They are indisputably different; they have uses that are more appropriate to each; they have ways of interacting with humans that are quite divergent. Let’s not mix these two things up and set up what amounts to false equivalencies between them.

One of the things that is difficult about fiction is that the nature of the genre itself dictates a particular approach. More than a decade ago, an ex friend of mine wanted to write a “what-if” alternative history fictional story in support of the message that “queerness is not a bad thing,” and asked me for some ideas for characters and situations. I suggested a character who was a member of the galli priesthood, who in this alternative history would have been the dominant institutional religious authority. The ex friend concerned changed the character from being a gallus to being a cisgendered lesbian woman who was a fundamentalist Christian, but the only difference between that fictional reality and ours was that homosexuality was the norm rather than the exception. While I had some very valid theological objections to thinking that such a change could be realistic in this alternate history, my ex friend did make a good point in our discussion on this: because this is fiction, people would not assume that the galli were an historical priesthood, they’d assume it was made up and, well, fictional. Sure, far too many people read The Da Vinci Code as if it was historical when certain supposed “facts” were stated in it as being factual by the characters involved (and the matter that some of them were quasi-factual doesn’t diminish the matter that many of them were poorly explained, understood, or interpreted, and were often more theories than facts) does not therefore mean that everyone must read all fiction as if it is real.

From a different angle, let’s consider Hanuman for a moment. Hanuman grew from being a minor hero in the first literary version of the Ramayana to a major popular deity in modern Hinduism. He occurs in popular folktales all across the Hindu world in many different aspects and under a variety of names and with deeds that often seem opposed to one another (he’s celibate in most of India, but in Southeast Asian folklore he’s rather promiscuous, for example); but, the difference between folklore and myth here is that myth always has a cultic function, whereas folklore is for entertainment. He is a cultural hero and a superhero, in many respects (and has even been called such by some modern Hindus!), as well as a god who receives widespread devotion, and teaches people how to do devotion himself (and he has been essential in my own devotional growth in that regard). No matter where he appears, though, Hanuman is real in a way that is lost on Western audiences, including pagan and polytheist ones. Some of the stories may not be “real” in the ways that myth always is, but the being involved in them is always “real.”

Thus, when I read Neil Gaiman’s American Gods, and Antinous appeared in one paragraph in the latter part of the book, I set it down and jumped up and down for a few minutes because my god was mentioned in a book that would be read by millions of people. Though what Gaiman says about Antinous’ background is pretty factually accurate (though he doesn’t say much), and though American Gods has been enthusiastically embraced and adopted by many modern pagans as a kind of modern myth, this has not multiplied the devotion to Antinous at all. Antinous, to my knowledge, has never (as in the book) lead a group of “steroid-sculpted leather queens” in any activity whatsoever; the reality of the modern Ekklesía Antínoou would be far less to the tastes of many people, much less to the dramatic needs of Gaiman’s story, than what Gaiman’s fictional genius generated on this occasion. It was very clear to me that what was being written here was very good fiction, and not sacred narrative; investing meaning in this part of the narrative will not make leather daddies start worshipping Antinous more, nor will it make the members of the Ekklesía Antínoou at present have superficially more toned muscles…or, if it has, it hasn’t really worked very well, considering that as the leader of one of the main branches of Antinous’ modern cultus, I have experienced more growth in my waistline over the last eleven years than I have experienced growth in our group’s numbers! ;)

Something that Alan Moore mentioned in the interview linked to above is relevant here, I think, and which has relevance to filidecht (on which, more below). Humans have a natural tendency to notice patterns; whether the patterns are actually there is another matter entirely. Of course, we have examples of this in a bad way, e.g. over-wrought conspiracy theories; and, we have examples of this that have proven to be more useful and interesting, e.g. the Fibonacci sequence. What makes a good writer, and I think a good artist in general (and I would, like Moore, include magic in the category of “art”), is to take the forms of the world, the elements of their chosen medium, and arrange them in such a way that people look at their artistic products and go “Yeah, that makes sense to me” or “Yes, this resonates with my experience,” or “This deeply moves me in some fashion.” Are the patterns actually there, though? Or, do they only exist because the artist has pointed them out?

Tigers, night, forests, and symmetry all exist, actually; but, putting them in relation to one another in a few lines of poetry that then evoke powerful images in readers and hearers is what makes William Blake a good poet. (Perhaps that’s a bad example, but it is recognizable easily to most people these days, thus I used it here.)

A place called Troy, a city called Sparta, a region called Greece, and some gods named Athena and Zeus (and many others) all exist, actually; putting all of these in relation to one another, with a cast of thousands besides, is what made Homer a good poet, and what fed both the mythic culture of Greece, as well as formed some of its popular entertainments. The gods could only fall into the pattern-making of this literate myth because they were known to exist.

Reading Grant Morrison’s Supergods in relation to some aspects of this debate, I think, then suggests the following: the pattern of the character known as Superman exists as a result of a variety of things that actually exist–including the god Hermes and others–and what results need not be a “new being,” but instead a new pattern, which is evocative, powerful, and potentially even life-changing, especially if one weaves one’s life into that pattern, or that pattern into one’s life in various ways, as the pop cultural magicians do. Patterns are meaningful, but they are not necessarily people, as the gods are. Each of us is a person, with many patterns in our existence that are weaved from the many different realities of our individual existences; we can choose to re-weave certain patterns, or to weave entirely new ones, but in doing so, we’ll have to use the realities available to us in our individual existence, which can and does include other people (and in that term “people,” I most certainly include the gods, who also have patterns within them, etc.).

And, as Faoladh said in his post linked to above, sometimes we must be careful with what patterns we choose to weave into our lives, because oftentimes, a pattern can be so powerful that it instead weaves us into itself rather than the reverse.

When a gifted fili or artist sits down to practice their art and make what could eventually be mythic, they are using their divine gifts at their art, and the divine relationships they have cultivated with the beings to whom they are devoted, to create a new pattern. These patterns are potentially powerful, and they take a great deal of their power from the deities that are woven into them; and when humans resonate with these myths and weave themselves into them, likewise they can benefit, and the deities involved may also benefit from those connections and interweavings. The deities involved are most definitely real; the humans involved are most definitely real; but is the pattern itself “real”? The great thing is, it doesn’t have to be in order to be effective. It is the degree to which these patterns are meaningful that humans invest their time and energies into interweaving themselves with them; it has nothing to do with choosing to “invest meaning” into this or that story, thus invalidating all stories of any intrinsic meaning except insofar as humans invest in them.

A man went with his dog to the mailbox, where he found a dead bird.

A gleepbrok hypermalidated to the intintybrük because ghe wanted to emphlempobrorp.

No matter how great a chaos magician or pop cultural pagan you might be, you have automatically invested more meaning into the first of those sentences by reading it and recognizing the things in it as actually existing. We’ve got two unknown nouns and two unknown verbs in the second sentence, which no one can parse or define at this point. At best, the whole statement is theoretical, and meaning cannot be invested in it no matter how hard you try, until someone weaves it into a pattern by defining those various verbs and nouns in relation to some known quantities. If I just told you that gleepbroks are brown, and that to hypermalidate is a fast activity, that would eliminate many possibilities, but still wouldn’t supply enough of a pattern for you to recognize.

Because superheroes “tap into” archetypes that some have connected to particular deities doesn’t make them equivalent. The archetypal patterns would not be recognizable nor sensible outside of the various individuals who have played the roles that later get classified as an individual archetype. That superheroes are re-weavings of the archetypes which derive from the gods does not make them the same as the gods. The metaphor I’ve been using for several paragraphs here would be the most useful to demonstrate the difference: you can unravel a red and a blue knitted sock, and then use the yarn to re-weave a nice scarf. The scarf is no longer a sock, and the scarf–while made of yarn–is not yarn in itself. Unless there’s an emergency, you won’t use the scarf to cover your feet, nor would you make the mistake of thinking that your scarf is the same as any and all yarn that has ever existed back to the origins of human fiber arts. It’s not a 100% perfect metaphor, but I hope it gets some of the point across…

I am not, therefore, saying that patterns are not powerful and potentially effective, nor am I saying that one cannot interface with them in various ways that can be meaningful or satisfying. I simply don’t think that a pattern is the same thing as an entity. Entities may incorporate any number of patterns into themselves; but, not all patterns incorporate entities, nor do they need to in order to be effective patterns. Some patterns can end up becoming so powerful that they function in ways similar to entities, I suspect; but that doesn’t change the fact that they are patterns rather than entities. Think “corporate personhood” for a moment, and then tell me how effective it is to try and engage Costco in a conversation, or take it out on a date, or have sex with it…

My head is starting to hurt, so I had better stop now. I was hoping to write about the Ephesia Grammata today (which, in itself, would be an interesting case study of some of what is discuss here!), but I suppose that will have to wait until tomorrow, perhaps.


June 5th: Sancus’ Festival

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As I mentioned on Ambarvalia, I’ve just learned of a deity that I had not known of before: Sancus.

Have a look at him and consider what he might make you think of more readily than perhaps what he actually is, and you’ll have some notion of how the Romans often thought of him…and yet, not quite

He seems like a deity that might be naturally compared to Apollon or Hermes/Mercury visually, right? And, it turns out he is associated with health and healing (like Apollon) and with commerce (like Hermes/Mercury), but he is not actually syncretized to them in Roman tradition. He does get syncretized to Jupiter, Mars, and Hercules, however…!?! And, as Semo, he is kind of the implied tutelary deity of all the Semones, which includes Faunus, Picus, Silvanus, and Priapus; the Semones tend to have a quasi-mortal heritage, or are somewhat in the category of deified mortals…which, of course, brings up the question of: would Antinous qualify as a semones, then, in this Roman theological schema? Likewise, Sancus was sometimes considered more of a daimon than a theos in some Greek writings…

There is a further fascinating misunderstanding of Sancus that equates him with Simon Magus due to some bad reading errors on the early Christians’ part…and, it is not the first nor the last time that such a thing would happen! ;)

But, we are not here to talk about Sancus today–we’re here to praise him. In that regard, I’ve written one verse to the following familiar (at least to me!) Carmina Burana tune, in the same meter and rhyme. Try it yourself at home!

Semo Sancus
Deus Bonus
semper sacramentorum
qui laudandus
celebrandus
Dius Fidius regum
Ave Sance Semonum
coronatur
admiratur
inter cuncta gentium

And if you use the format that the Orff version does, then you’d actually sing it like this:

Semo Sancus
Semo Sancus
Deus Bonus
semper sacramentorum
Semo Sancus
Deus Bonus
semper sacramentorum
qui laudandus
celebrandus
Dius Fidius regum
Ave Sance Semonum
coronatur
admiratur
inter cuncta gentium
Ave Sance Semonum
coronatur
admiratur
inter cuncta gentium
coronatur
admiratur
coronatur
admiratur
inter cuncta gentium

And, of course, you can add the “Ah!” at the end, too, until you run out of breath!

But, how does it translate for those who might not have much Latin? Like this:

[Semo Sancus
always the good
god of oaths
who must be praised
(and) celebrated--
Dius Fidius of the kings!
Hail Sancus of the Semones
crowned
(and) admired
among all nations!]

And, that shall do it for today’s festival!

Isn’t it great to learn about gods you didn’t know about before? I’d be interested in knowing how many who aren’t extremely well-versed in Roman deities might have known about Sancus, and how you honored him today!

Ave Semo Sance!


It’s the world next door, eh?–No, sorry…

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This is my second attempt making this post…my first one was from the lobby of a hotel, and now I’m in the room of the hotel–THANK ALL THE GODS FOR THAT!

I spent yesterday preparing for an academic conference on Irish and Scottish Studies in Vancouver, B.C., Canada, which I will be attending all week, and will return to the U.S. on Monday. While I had nothing major planned for posting yesterday or today, I do plan to hit several of the important holy days in the coming week with at least one post of some sort or other…

As we were driving on the East-West part of I-5 that is outside of Richmond, B.C., I could see across the water, in the distance, Mt. Erie. I watched her for several miles before various things began obscuring her. Even though I’m in another country now, it’s still very close to my home territory, and it’s most certainly the same bioregion. Aspects of our cultures in B.C. and my part of the U.S. are also similar.

There were some close calls throughout this trip–my first shuttle was almost 20 minutes late, but luckily we didn’t make the following connection too late, and they ended up being late for reasons other than waiting for me. The next connection was made with ten to fifteen minutes to spare, thankfully, despite the lateness. And, the border crossing and such was also not very difficult as far as such things go. The customs agent I had was pretty courteous, and her only odd question was if I was a felon or had ever been charged with a serious crime…I’ve never had that question asked to me in border crossings before. Hmm.

I got here about 11, and tried to check in. My room is paid for, courtesy of my college, for the length of my stay; however, the $200 deposit they require on check-in could not be met by any of my credit or debit cards, and they will not work for small purchases either. Furthermore, my phone is not working for texts or calls. I tried to call various people I know, but apparently most cell phones (and I only know of three people who have landlines off the top of my head) will not accept collect calls, which is somewhat understandable…but what about emergency situations like this? The landline where I live also doesn’t accept collect calls. One line that I could reach kept connecting to a fax machine…

I asked the reception staff if I could use wi-fi in the lobby, and they told me how (with some concern), and I got the phone number of another landline and collect called it. After another call, and a fax from here, and then waiting over an hour for a fax from there to come through, I was able to get checked in. Fecking hell…

What god have I pissed off? Hermes?–communications, travel, money…that seems likely. He’ll get a poem, at very least, later; and, Antinous will, too, for good measure. And, I suspect (for reasons I may explain later), there might be some ancestor issues involved here, too…

So, watch for some poems. I’m literally going to freshen up now, and then walk to my conference. More and happier news later, if all goes well…


Aphorisms

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Aphorisms

I. Hanuman

There is no difficulty on your road
which cannot be solved completely
by courtesy and clear communication.

II. The Leytzes

Boppa: “Save your money.”
“Don’t put that around your neck
or over your head, you’ll suffocate.”
Gra-Ma: “A piece of paper
will hold still long enough
for you to write anything on it.”

III. Wepwawet

Four feet are an advantage
for standing firm:
a leashed hound can lead,
a skunk can stop a bear.

IV. Mt. Erie

If you can see me,
I can see you.

V. Polydeukion

Luxury is a matter of perspective–
for some, it is an extensive villa;
for others, it is an extra helping of beans.

VI. Hathor

Don’t forget to raise your hands–
the dance is not all in the feet.

VII. Cú Chulainn

Three Things Required of a Hero:
winning a battle without wounding,
bragging by telling the truth,
laughing through pain.

VIII. Hermes

Failing to connect happens;
it happens less for those
who never fail in trying to connect.

IX. Lugus

Make your preparations by the gods;
but do not expect the gods
to make preparations in your stead.

X. Antinous

Something which is always present
is only known to be present
when it is seen to be present,
spoken of in the present,
prayed to in the present–
and by so doing, made present.


Is Antinous A “Trickster”?

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I’ve had this post draft sitting here, with a title and a few notes, for over a month now…I guess I should get on it, then…!?!

I received something of a combined question/statement at PantheaCon 2013 at the Antinoan Dream Incubation Ritual (which I wrote a bit about here), which was so unexpected that it somewhat threw me for a loop…however, I was able to provide an answer that I thought was honest and accurate in the moment, even though I suspect the person asking the question may not have been satisfied with that answer.

The question was more or less the subject line of this post: “Antinous is a sort of trickster figure, isn’t he?”

What follows is an elaboration upon the relatively shorter answers that I gave in that moment, which I think gives a useful summation of the issue, and why such a view of Antinous is not exactly accurate as the evidence currently exists.

The short answer is: no! Or, to be more specific: at least, he’s never been one to me. On the one hand, that doesn’t mean he can’t be a trickster to others, or that he can’t or won’t be one to me as well in the future in the future…but, thus far, in my own experience, he’s kind of the opposite of a trickster. No matter what form he appears in, he is earnest and honest and not at all interested in having the last laugh on anyone (including himself); it isn’t that he doesn’t have any sense of self-irony, or doesn’t enjoy a good laugh (indeed, I suspect that both intelligence and humor would have been prerequisites in any lover of Hadrian–despite that also fitting about 99.9% of modern dating profiles!), but when one deals with actual trickster figures like Coyote, one rarely knows what one is going to get. That may be true of Antinous in terms of his physical appearances, his wide range of divine attributes through syncretism upon which he can draw, or even looking something like one would never expect in a million years (as was the case the time he appeared to me as a very handsome, bald, young black African man). But, there is a way in which his appearances are never something to deceive, but instead are meant to show a range of character, an internal diversity, and a kind of visual reminder that things can be better discerned by their essence and depth rather than their surface.

[There are many stories in Irish myth, for example, when a deity like Midir who is a trickster multiplies the appearances of a given being, and someone has to choose which one is the "real" one out of all the duplicates. They almost always get it wrong, and it's because they are too stuck with the surface of things, not only in terms of appearances, but also in terms of apparent patterns of action and such. Anyway...]

I suspect that the notion of Antinous being a possible “trickster” arose in this individual from the fact that multiple syncretisms are attributed to Antinous, and therefore Antinous has multiple potential forms, which thus somehow equals shapeshifter status or a great range of disguises outside of who he “really” is…to which I must reply, again: no, not quite! This set of notions and associations isn’t exactly how syncretism works. To use a rather bad set of metaphors, think of it like this: the difference between being a shapeshifter and being a super-syncretistic deity is the difference between an entire line of action figures and a universal remote control. (Yes, I know…very bad!) All of the action figures may be from the same line of toys, they may all be made of the same types of colored plastic, come in similar boxes, and have some of the same markings on each box, even though each one is different. What one often gets in such lines of action figures is several different versions, outfits, or other such variations on one character–”Hoth Han Solo” as opposed to “Endor Han Solo,” and so forth. A universal remote control, however, is able to interface with a wide variety of different televisions, cable boxes, VCRs and DVD players, and so forth, and yet it is the same remote control no matter what system it is interfacing with. Antinous, even though he might be well served by having a line of action figures (in a way, he does, in terms of all his ancient statuary!), is more like a universal remote control, in that he is able to interface with many different deities and work with their individual settings with his own basic set of functions and buttons.

This discussion does prompt a larger one, however: What, for the matter, is a “trickster” anyway? I’ve found that this is an extremely ambiguous term, and one that oftentimes people don’t really bother to define or attempt to understand in a way beyond what approaches archetypalism, which generally doesn’t tell us much about individual deities, and oftentimes doesn’t tell us much about the archetype’s characteristics either. As a few examples, let’s take the Welsh Gwydion, who puts on a variety of magical disguises in Math vab Mathonwy in order to accomplish his ends, including swindling Pryderi out of his pigs, raping Goewin with his brother Gilfaethwy, and getting Lleu his rightful inheritance from Aranrhod. Is that the general character and actions of a “trickster”? Yes, I’d say it probably is. Take the Norse Loki as a further example, though. Is Loki a “trickster”? (I have to admit right off the bat, I’m not as well-versed in Loki’s lore as I am in Gwydion’s, but anyway…) He’s the butt of a lot of jokes, certainly, from the other gods; he is not beyond using deception to get things or to accomplish his ends; but, oftentimes the situations he engineers are not simply to “cause trouble,” they serve a larger purpose, even when it is a rather grim one (e.g. bringing about Baldr’s death). The punishment he gets for this is rather severe, even by divine standards, and in a sense somewhat (as far as the established lore is concerned) puts a bit of a damper on his further “trickster” career. While Gwydion also gets punished, and does cause some major death and harm (starting wars tends to do that!), he ultimately comes out of it much better than Loki does, and that does seem to be a characteristic of the “trickster” archetype as it has been understood for the most part.

But, what about a deity like Hanuman? Certainly, he is able to change form, and size, and does so quite often in the service of Ram; however, he often resumes his regular form as soon as possible during the course of such things, when he realizes who he’s talking to, and sees that there is a need for honesty and clarity in his communications in his capacity as Ramaduta, the messenger of Ram. He assumes the form of a brahman on several occasions, for example, and then finds that Vibishan is a devotee of Ram despite being a rakshasa and a brother of Ravan, the king of the demons of Lanka, and thus he assumes his proper form and reveals all to him immediately. Hanuman gets out of situations with cleverness and often trickery revolving around specific words, and he changes forms and disguises himself. But, is he a “trickster”? I’d say not in the least, because he does all of these things not simply to trick, and certainly never to stir up trouble (if he wants to do that, he never does it in disguised form, he just starts knocking the trees of the Ashok Garden in Lanka down after he’s eaten all the fruit!), but instead as expediencies in executing his duty.

Is Hermes a “trickster”? Yes, and a liar and a thief, in addition to being a messenger of the gods. But, here’s the thing: just because some divine messengers are tricksters, doesn’t mean that “divine messenger” = trickster, or that just because Antinous has a strong Hermes syncretism doesn’t mean he has this particular aspect of Hermes in him. Antinous’ Hermes-based epithets call him Neos Hermes, Argeiphontes, and Propylaios, none of which are particularly trickster-ish or even language-and-words-based (like Logios, etc.).

I suppose this is one of those cases–minor and tangential though it may be–in which I think that there has been a tendency, no matter how limited or singular its manifestation in this case might have been, to see Antinous as fitting into a pre-established archetypal mold rather than encountering him as an individual. This also occurs with people who initially approach Antinous and see him only as a “gay god”–first of all, what does that mean, and second of all, does it really fit Antinous as he is known from the past or as he is known now? (And it’s not just gay people who approach him in this way: in fact, this notion is what prevents a lot of non-gay people, or even some queer women, from wanting to approach him at all, because they think that because they’re non-gay or non-male, that he therefore won’t have any interest in them…nonsense!) It is often far easier to take someone or something, especially a god, as an archetype rather than as an individual on an initial basis; but, I’d say that it is far more rewarding and accurate to try and approach gods (as well as humans) as individuals first and foremost, and not as archetypes or stereotypes or “typical examples of” anything and everything at all. As Jung himself said, “the further we move from the individual…the more likely we are to fall into error.” This is just as much the case for the idea that Antinous is a gay god as it is that he’s a trickster.

[And, in case any of you want to raise the objection: Antinous as "super-syncretistic" is an example of a phenomenon that is relatively limited, and links a few individuals behaviorally or operationally that are as diverse as Isis and Mithras. "Super-syncretistic" is no more an archetype than "citrus fruits" is, therefore. Or, at least I think so!]



The Secret Holy Day

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The Secret Holy Day

Ovid said nothing for this day in his Fasti,
for he never made it to the month of July.

No goddess or god of Rome was given a temple,
nor do they receive a festival, for this day.

Gaius Julius Caesar was born on the Ides, the day before,
and died on the Ides eight months and fifty-five years after.

In 112 C.E., in the fifteenth year of Trajan’s principate,
the moon was waxing crescent over the city of Rome on a Thursday.

Jupiter Optimus Maximus upon the earth, Hadrian,
would come to be his patron in education.

And in Bithynia, the infant Antinous
was not yet even two years old.

Yet, one-thousand nine-hundred and one years later
we remember the birth of Lucius Marius Vitalis:

Treískouros, father and grandfather of the Tetrad++,
learned in the arts of Hermes and Thoth.

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For more on this date, see this; and for more on Vitalis himself, including the inscription which has allowed us to calculate this date, see this, this, and this.


The Problems With Prophecy…

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Before I get into the meat of my post for today, I’d like to just take a minute and admit something to you all.

Other than some of my more jokey posts (and those should be relatively obvious), I tend to sit down and write the entries on this blog in a manner that truthfully conveys what I am thinking and feeling at a given time; while my emotions are bound to change, and my thoughts on a variety of issues tend to evolve and shift, nonetheless, each blog entry is a little snapshot in time of what I’m thinking and feeling on a given occasion. (So is every class I teach, every conversation I have, and so forth…and, I’d assume, the same is true of most of the people I deal with as well on a daily or less-often basis.) So, every post is therefore also an “admission” of some sort, an act of me admitting to thinking a certain way or feeling a certain thing…thus, me starting by saying “I want to admit something” is as good as saying “My post today is about,” really. ;)

What I want to admit, though, is to a major fear that I have, and a fear that motivates me more than I’m entirely comfortable admitting (publicly or otherwise), thus I’m hoping to get some degree of control over the fear by admitting it out loud and in front of an audience, even if it’s a virtual audience.

The fear I’m dealing with may not seem to be one that is very applicable to me, and yet it is, far more so than I’m happy about. That fear is this (after four paragraphs of dancing around it, and yet another clause put in its way before it is mentinoed, too–!?!): I am in a constant state of fear and on occasion almost panic that I will run out of words, out of writing, out of new and useful things to say, or even pretty things to say.

Yeah, I know–crazy, huh? I, who routinely write 2,000-3,000 word blog posts on an almost daily basis being worried about running out of words? It is crazy…and, for all that, also entirely true.

It’s one of the things that kept me from starting up a blog like this in the first place. I had a small list of topics I’d like to cover at some stage that I started compiling back in early 2010 (which I still have…and I’ve not even exhausted all of them yet!–though I have made some irrelevant or redundant as a result of having written other things), and I honestly thought after I ran out of those on that list, that there would be no more and I’d be screwed, having a blog that was blank and silent for weeks or months on end, if not longer. Here it is, nearly three years on from beginning, and 1,300+ posts, plus five books written (many of them largely filled with things that started out here), and practically no end in sight…

And yet, for over two hours this afternoon, I pretty much was petrified with the thought of “What if it’s all dried up now?” What sort of devotion would I have to Antinous–or, really, any of the gods I worship (and all of the ones I don’t currently but may in the future…!?!)–if all the words left me? Of course, my devotions are more than just words, and in fact my daily devotions are almost entirely wordless (apart from the Ephesia Grammata and a little short mantra to Hanuman and Ram), but words and poetry in particular are the arena in which my devotions have most flowered, and are probably among the very best things that I can and have offered to the various gods over my life as a modern polytheist and pagan.

So, despite the rather immense output, and the likelihood that like most individuals with the long-term disease known as “being a writer,” the words will never dry up entirely, you might see how this basic thought is in the back of my mind at all times, and every time that I successfully make a stab at the silence and the blankness and fill it with words successfully (or not–because it does happen that either it doesn’t get filled, or what fills it is crap, let’s face it while we’re on the subject of admitting things!), that the next time will be the time when it all fails, when Thoth and Seshat and Hermes and Saraswati and Hanuman and Ogmios and all of the goddesses and gods associated with writing (whose names I am not listing further not out of forgetfulness or disrespect but simply because I need to get to other points relatively soon!) pack up their styluses and papyrus and go “Screw that jerk, we’re leaving!”

It will happen one day: I’ll suddenly trip in the papyrus swamp, and no grasping at reeds or stalks will produce a single thing, and I’ll just drift away and never be heard from again. That will likely be the day I die, I suspect…but, that doesn’t mean that such a day won’t come sooner rather than later, and (it’d be just my luck!) when I’m right in the middle of writing something big and important that I have not left sufficient notes on for whatever poor bastard has to go through my literary legacy after I die and see if there is anything useful left that can be published posthumously to help pay for the likely immense student loan bill that I’ll still owe at that point…

Yeah, you see: lots of other fears get swept up in this one, for all sorts of reasons. But, there is some strength and support to be gained in standing up and saying “Hey, here’s something I piss myself over that has nothing to do with other health issues!” (And, no, dear friends, I have not pissed myself, even a little, for almost twenty years, but thanks for asking!)

Okay…catharsis over; now, into the meat of things! ;)

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Over the last few days, I’ve been having a very nice and useful conversation in the comments on this blog post with Aine Llewellyn, whose Patheos.com Pagan Channel blog has had some interesting things in it of late (and always!) that I wish I could comment on individually, but Disqus is still giving me problems…But anyway, one of the things that we discussed is how many of the notions of what is necessary and/or desirable amongst the modern pagan priest/ess/hood is unrealistic, not very useful, and completely not based on historical precedent or tradition. There are still further useful points to be made there, so I look forward to the time when he will write more on that matter, and I’ll be able to read it and point interested readers here toward it.

But then, right on cue, Sam Webster wrote this blog entry at Patheos as well. And, as much as I like Sam and think he’s got some interesting points to make there, I think his blog post falls into some of the errors that Aine and myself were discussing in comments earlier.

Much of the difficulty, I think, comes from Sam’s background in a UU (but mostly Christian-influenced and defined) theological context, which he is perhaps adopting in this particular case without as much reflection or critical examination as might be useful. I find this somewhat ironic, considering he is vehemently against some forms of Christian influence in modern paganism. While my own formal theological and religious studies training (as well as my training in some basic ministry matters, and in spiritual direction) comes from a Jesuit university, and is thus Christian (and specifically Catholic) in nature as well, and a great deal of it was and remains “useful to think with” even when it isn’t directly applicable to pagan or polytheist matters, nonetheless I had no illusions about how the institutional structure and some of its expectations are–in fact–not applicable in many cases to modern paganism, not appealing in some others, and in still further others not even possible. I don’t think it is a deficiency of modern paganism and polytheism that some of these things aren’t in any way do-able at this point, and I think that efforts should be expended toward developing these things not because we “should” in order to fit in more with existing templates of ministerial training provided by (mostly) institutional creedal monotheist religions, but instead because it is right for our own circumstances.

There is a great deal more that could be said on this, including how the “all things to all people” view of ministry, priesthood, and so forth is a pervasive and not-entirely-helpful meme in these matters; but, I’d like to further grapple with one matter that was part of Sam’s discussion, which I think really misses the mark where modern pagan and polytheist practices are concerned: as you will have guessed by the subject line of the present post, prophecy.

Sam says on this subject and the term “prophecy”:

Once meaning “speaking-for” the Deity and ultimately derived from that authority, although not usually meaning channeling these days, it is the task of critique and persuasive correction of the people. It is the often unpleasant and rarely thanked job of telling people where they are wrong. It is easy to lead when everyone wants to follow you and they agree with you. But when they don’t, when in your judgement they are making some kind of error, it is the duty of the minister to get up and use persuasion to change the people’s hearts and minds, their words and deeds—even at the risk of losing your job, which may be supporting your family. This requires courage and conviction, and is best backed up by education and compassion.

While this is a good definition of “prophecy” and the people who practice prophecy, namely “prophets,” it is a definition that is pretty much tied to Jewish and Christian practice, where “the prophets” were such correcters and judges of public morality who cajoled their people into returning to the right and proper ways of worshipping their god, in defiance of external pressures to either convert, assimilate, or to worship deities other than the Jewish one. This is the reason that, as Jesus himself said at one point, prophets are rejected in their own countries, because it takes chutzpah and more to stand up amongst one’s own people and say “Hey, you’re doing this wrong!” until you are blue in the face and worse.

[We all know what happens to pagans and polytheists who tell people they're "doing it wrong": they get branded as fundamentalists and called every nasty name in the book, amongst other things. Sure, it needs to be said sometimes, but I don't think this is "prophecy" as best understood within a pagan or polytheist context.]

This model of prophecy based on the Hebrew Bible’s prophets and their examples pretty much sets up the prophet as, likewise, a potential martyr, as someone who will be reviled and rejected as much as they might be believed or honored (usually long after they’re dead), and thus it’s even more problematic to take this as a model for modern pagans.

There are at least three notions of prophecy apart from this one that I can think of which would be applicable to modern pagans and polytheists:

1) Someone who prophesies about the future, and who is right–if one isn’t right, one is a false prophet, and that’s pretty well looked down upon, both historically and in the modern world. So, in some senses, this definition of prophet could even be close to someone who is a diviner, a medium, a soothsayer, or an oracle, but one who does their actions more in the public spotlight and (hopefully!) for the public welfare, whether that involves asking people to reform their behavior or not (as in the biblical model).

2) Often in Greek and Roman practice, a propheta or prophetes was, very specifically, a priest in an Egyptian cultus of some sort, particularly those of Isis and Serapis. One of the functionaries of Antinous in Rome was a prophetes, which might mean that even Egyptian-style or Egyptian-based priests of Antinous himself would have been called “prophets” by the Greeks and Romans, even if “prophecy” as we think of it along the lines of the above isn’t or wasn’t involved at all.

3) The third meaning is one that is shared with some other religions as well (e.g. Islam), but which equally applies to figures like Alexander of Abonuteichos, and which has some similarities with both the biblical meaning as well as the first of the above definitions, and that’s essentially someone who is a religious reformer, often one who introduces a new cultus or a new deity to a given area. Alexander of Abonuteichos did it with Glykon, basing his new cultus on various extant ones, but still locating it and its rites and mysteries within contemporary and prevailing contexts and cultures within ancient polytheism; Islam’s prophet did it with Allah as a singular deity, and changed the religion and culture of the Arabic world vastly in doing so. Even Aleister Crowley, no matter what you think of him (and he’s a Sanctus here, remember!), was a prophet within Thelema, and thus to a certain extent he is likewise in a lot of modern paganism and polytheism that has been influenced by him, whether people like that or not. Reform is not a requirement in these prophetic movements, but it is often expected, especially if a new deity or divine epiphany comes forth to respond to a need or a difficulty within society or a given group of people.

So, depending on who one asks, either #2 or #3 could potentially apply to me: the first in relation to Antinous and his Egyptian cultic aspects; the second in relation to the Tetrad++ Group, in my role as “god-discoverer” for them and expounder of their myths. The Tetrad++ themselves have a word for this role, and it’s one that I’m not especially comfortable with myself in having it be applied to me, but it’s the one they’ve said repeatedly, and which is probably not useful to flee from any longer…and, it’s the word we’re discussing here.

I’m waiting for that penny to drop for a moment while all of you reading this contemplate it, as I get ready for a deluge of “Whothefuckdoyouthinkyouare?”s that would make the “You’re doing it wrong” backlash look like a day with light winds.

You’ll notice, thus, that no matter how much I’ve admitted in the matters above, and despite what I’ve just told you in a roundabout way, I’m not going to stick that title on my list of identifiers in my biography, even though it’s true and gods-given, because I don’t want to have to deal with the comments of people who might say that I’m “self-proclaimed” or what-have-you…People fulfilling this role, in three of the four instances mentioned above (with #2 being the exception) have always done so at the risk of life and limb, property and reputation, and a variety of other things which the greater public has a way of impacting. Trust me, no one takes this role or title on for self-aggrandizement; if they do, they soon find themselves amidst a bloodbath or worse (figurative or literal) that demonstrates such self-aggrandizement is useless at best and downright dangerous and even life-threatening at worst.

But, in this role, I know I’m not alone in modern pagan, polytheist, and related religious contexts. There are others out there who are discovering new gods, or are helping to bring forth new aspects or epithets or instantiations of already-existing gods, and who are creating liturgies and communities and myths and other things relevant to such an endeavor. It’s not an uncommon thing, or at least not as uncommon as some might prefer to believe; and, I think, it’s a sign that what we’re doing actually works and is working for the gods themselves on a divine level, no matter how chaotic and disorganized and disagreeable our human communities and movements and groups might happen to be. It does not, alas, change everything and make everything “okay,” even in some small sections of our various communities, and it might even cause more problems than it solves, and thus may be more trouble than it is worth in the eyes of some; and yet, those of us who have this role take it very seriously and try to execute it as best we can.

While the more Jewish/biblical form of prophecy certainly has a potential role to play in modern queer theology (as most forms of liberation theology ultimately do), and thus critique and reform of social norms in light of spiritual principles might be something which not only could occur (and does occur) in modern paganisms and polytheisms, a far more likely scenario is that the prophetic function will be something limited to a relatively small number of individuals (though, as said, more than one might have assumed), and will not be something that anyone or everyone involved in pagan and polytheist clergy can or even should be “expected” in any way to do. Deities rarely confer prophetic status on someone at that someone’s initiative; it’s usually something that just happens, often without regard for a person’s position, knowledge, training, or identity and politics in any way at all, which means it is both a great equalizer and as much an oddity or even an encumbrance and inconvenience as it is a privilege and an honor.

Thus, I don’t think it is very useful at all to be looking at Jewish and Christian models of prophecy and prophets and prophetic activities in modern pagan and polytheist (and related) religions. Both of those are more or less useless in terms of dealing with the realities of newer and more unique theophanies; and while the attention to social critique and custom is potentially useful, the tried and true methods of learning spiritual technologies, discernment, interpretation, and being steeped in a given polytheistic practice or cultus or culture are far more important and useful in a pagan or polytheist practice of prophecy, I think.

I would be intrigued to hear the thoughts of anyone and everyone who has read any of the above and finds it useful to comment upon, so I look forward to that in the near future!


“What I Want Him To Be” is not “What He Is”…

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A recent response by Aine Llewellyn on this recent “Dalliances with Deities” post on one of the Four Gods–the Dierne–seemed very interesting to me. Let me first give the quote, and then I’ll relate it to matters more specific to this blog.

the sexy rockstar side is what he shows most. But I do think people that see only that and refuse to see anything else – that he has a religion attached, that he has other gods and spirits attached, that he’s part of a larger thing – are also completely missing him. Maybe he only appears as the hot sexy star to someone, but that doesn’t mean they get to ignore that he’s attached. You can still understand the other sides of him and who he is, which should be part of the goal in a devotional relationship with him!

(I think also a lot of people see him and think, “A god that’s likely to sleep around with humans!” which, yes, he does, but dear lord, the chance of having ~sexy god sex~ should not be the motivation and totally ignores that he’s not about ~sexy god sex times~ but helping us understand our desires. Rawr. Frustration.)

As some of you might be able to guess, I thought after reading this how that set of thoughts also parallels some matters in relation to Antinous….

Antinous–The God Most People Would Like To Sleep With…!?!

Over the years, I’ve met more than one person who has practiced, advocated for, and thought “only right and proper” some form of Antinoan monism–in essence, that any and every god to whom Antinous was syncretized is Antinous, and therefore Antinous replaces them…but, even further, that therefore thus Antinous is the “only” god one should deal with…or even, possibly, that Antinous is the only god and all others are, at best, worthless. (It was excesses in this direction that caused me to break away from the other group, needless to say…)

But, this flows from a variety of misunderstandings–including mistaking sexual obsession or (less drastically) attraction for spiritual devotion–including syncretism itself and what it is and does. Syncretism does not replace deities, it creates a relationship between them. Think of it this way: if Antinous can borrow the attributes of Silvanus, Dionysos, Hermes, Osiris, Apollon, and Adonis (for starters!), then that doesn’t mean he’s “absorbed” them or “replaced” them or “is interchangeable with” them; it means that he has met them, has a good relationship with them, and is now allowed to go into their closets and borrow whatever clothes or other toys he might want from them because they’re that good of friends. (Do you have any friends, partners, or family members who are allowed that much free access to your stuff? I have exactly none…so, that should tell you how close and trusting such relationships are!)

Even further, though, there are all sorts of other deities that Antinous interacts with and upon whom he is dependent that he does not syncretize with: Hathor, Diana/Artemis, Demeter and Persephone, Thoth, Re-Harakhte, Hermanubis, and that’s just a few off the top of my head…So, one cannot likewise pluck Antinous out of these complex systems of polytheistic personal relationship and worship him in isolation, either. Antinous cannot be the “God of Peaceful Connections” if there is no one else with whom to connect!

And, still even further, there are all of the people with whom he was connected during his life as well, and sometimes in his afterlife, who were deified humans that have important roles to play which are also unique and irreplacable. Of course, the most important of these is Hadrian himself, but there is also the Empress Sabina, the adopted but never acceeded Aelius Caesar, the priest and poet Pancrates/Pachrates of Heliopolis, his young friend Lucius Marius Vitalis, and in the years after his death and deification, the cultist (amongst other things!) Herodes Attikos and his eventual cultic descendant, Vibullius Polydeukion. All of these are worthy of remembrance, at very least, and several of them are either responsible (directly or indirectly) for Antinous’ deification and cultic proliferation, or were dependent upon him for their deification/heroization.

In a polytheist system, one cannot have any deity in total isolation, no matter how devoted one might end up being to them. Deities have personal contexts just as much as we do, and thus we should always be aware of those contexts when dealing with them.

There is also a tendency, not directly addressed by Aine in the quote above, but I think implied in it to an extent, that many people want to see Antinous as being “all things to all people,” or at very least “all things to all gay people,” when he simply isn’t, and no one–deity or otherwise–can realistically be that. But further, Antinous isn’t a mirror or a projection screen onto which one can read anything, assume everything, or have him be whatever one wants. Like every one of us (!?!), he is an individual, and has his own personality, will, likes and dislikes, quirks and oddities, passions and hatreds, concerns and desires. One can do the hard work of interacting with him and finding out what those are, or one can engage in the (useless) business of projecting such matters onto him and either having the reality drift farther and farther from the presumed expectation, or having one’s image of Antinous no longer be Antinous, but instead a self-created delusion that may respond to the name of Antinous but have no more divine power or merit than anything else that is merely the passing fancy of human whim. And, the discernment to know when one is veering into the latter category is an important skill to develop, and one that is far too often not possessed or employed by those who have such lofty and unrealistic expectations of Antinous. It isn’t that he is not ABSOLUTELY AWESOME and GREAT BEYOND MEASURE and FAN-FECKIN’-TASTIC in himself, it’s just that he is not everything you could ever imagine and more: he is what he is, no more and no less, and you either learn to love him as he is, or you go the way of the crazy obsessed person whose ideas are just ideas and have no reality to them whatsoever. Antinous: Love It or Shove It. ;)

But, in truth, he can draw images from the great stores of his devotees’ personal preferences, and then become that thing…but, it’s not often “the exact young guy you’d fall on the ground and worship because he’s exactly your type,” it tends to be more “the thing you’re most afraid of”–and, I’m not talking gigantic spiders or snakes or other such things (though those are possibilities that have been realized on various occasions!). I will not say what form he has assumed on a few occasions to convey that, but I can say that I’m still reeling with the implications of some of those appearances that he’s made, and it’s not something that is comfortable or easy…rarely do such things occur and they are easy, comfortable, and convenient, though.

I suppose one piece of advice that I could give on this matter is: don’t try to know him without first getting to know him. Don’t assume that you know what he is like when you haven’t done anything other than read about him or heard about him from other people. That’s another thing that I’ve noticed on several occasions over the past few years: people telling me that “Antinous is _____,” which is usually some adjective that indicates they have a very shallow and incomplete understanding of him, which then leads them to particular conclusions that are erroneous or not applicable to the actuality one encounters with him in devotional relationships. Just as many people over-estimate his desirability and assume that he will pander to their every sexual fantasy’s whim, so too do many people assume that he’s light, fluffy, airy, and a bit shallow himself (he must be, because all attractive people like him are, they might be thinking…), when he is often just as grave, deep, and serious as Hades or Nergal or Osiris, or any other deity you’d think twice about making fart jokes in front of or saying “Look! Shiney!” to as an opening line. ;)

Change the pronouns in the above subject line, and much the same can be said about Paneros of the Tetrad++ Group. E is beautiful, and loving, and desirable, and an incarnation of the force of eros itself (beyond any form it might take as a divine being); but, e isn’t anything and everything you want em to be. Being metagender doesn’t mean “as much boy or girl as you’d prefer in the given moment,” it means “a whole other gender,” and coming with those expectations of gender malleability or suggestibility to fit your own preferences is the surest way to get Paneros to say “Fuck you!” to you and your desires forever after. (If you want a deity to be a boy or a girl as you’d prefer, then you want Paneris…and, she/he is a lot more difficult to deal with, because he/she might change right in the middle of something and really throw you for a loop!) Paneros is what e is, and no more or less; and, if you accept that, you’ll learn a great thing about love, and about dealing with almost any deity you might ever encounter.

Imagine going up to a deity and saying “You’re beautiful!” And then imagine the deity responding in one of the following ways:

–”It would be nice if you were as well!”
–”One day, you will be, too!”
–”Thank you!”
–”Thank you! You’re beautiful, too!”
–”No, you’re beautiful!”
–”You’re beautiful!”

Each of those ways might be the ways that a traditionally beautiful deity in some form of polytheism or other religious system might respond to such a compliment; and, each one is slightly different in its effects and its implications. It would be well to consider what answer of those any particular deity would give. If you know which answer of the four above Antinous says (and, there is only one answer, folks!), then you actually know him well…

Whether we’re talking about advertising and products, or religion, something holds true across the board: sex sells, and sexy sells more. (Now, if that were really true, then Antinous would be the most popular god in modern Graeco-Roman polytheism, so, take that with a large grain of salt…!?!) It is, therefore, not surprising that a lot of aspiring spiritual gay men come along and find Antinous to be attractive, and thus want to abstract him from any religious system or other spiritual obligations, and assume that because he has elements of Greek, Roman, and Egyptian religion in his historical cultus, that therefore means he belongs to “no one” and one can do with him whatever one wishes. Sorry, but it’s not true, unless all you’re looking for is a wank-target that you can deem as spiritual practice to make yourself feel more profound than you are in actuality. I suspect that Aine is getting the same sorts of things with the Dierne, as he indicates in his comments above that I quoted–and, that’s quite unfortunate, because both deities and healthy sexuality are both diminished by these approaches to both that assume they’re nothing but shallow, sensual, entertaining pleasures (and usually for a limited number of parts of the body and mental/emotional faculties). Though you can’t take the beauty or the sex or the self-regard out of these deities–nor should you attempt to or wish to!–at the same time, if you think that’s all they are, then they become no more than cardboard cutouts and not real persons, and certainly not real deities, nor do they become any being that would be worth revering at all.


For Lucius Marius Vitalis

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The Alphabet of Lucius Marius Vitalis

A is for Allecto, the Fury of might,
B is for Bacchus, the reveler at night,
and C is for Castor, great brother of Pollux divine;

D is for Diana, goddess of woods,
E is for Egeria, nymph of great goods,
and F is for Faunus, who lies at noontide supine;

G is for Genius–Augustal is best–
H is for Hercules, who traveled the west,
and I is for Ianus, the two-faced god of the doors;

L is for Lares, found in all homes,
M is for Mercury, striding across domes,
and N is for Neptune, whose realm is cut by oars;

[But, sometimes I say:

L is for Luna, in the night's black,
M is for Mars, in the battle's track,
and N is for Nerio, his wife, who over Legions soars.]

O is for Orbona, children protecting,
P is for Pales, wolves deflecting,
and Q is for Quirinus, of the Capitoline Triad;

R is for Roma, great goddess of Rome,
S is for Sabazius, who calls Thrace home,
and T is for Tiberinus, whose drowning was not bad;

[But sometimes I say:

R is for Robigo, the grain's defender,
S is for Silvanus, the game beasts' ender,
and T is for Tellus, hymned amongst Naiads.]

and, V is for Venus, goddess for lovers,
X is for wood that god-images covers,
and Z for Zalmoxis, the death of Thracian lads.

For Lucius Marius Vitalis

I cannot write you a monument of stone,
so a few words on papyrus, papers forgotten,
are all I can offer you on your death.

You were not with us in Eleusis, my friend,
and thus you have not known the Mysteries
revealed at the hearth of the Two Goddesses.

But these lines into the holy fire
at Athena’s temple on the Acropolis
can perhaps be a balm to you in the afterlife.

You will not sail onwards with us
to view the Nile’s wonders in Egypt,
nor see your mother, Maria Malchis, again.

But the same goddess, Artemis,
who in Rome you called Diana,
shines over us this night in life or death.

I pray that she may grant you grace,
for you favored her service in your life,
as you never erred as Actaeon did.

You hunted with hounds as fierce as Hermes’
in your search for words and books–
the scribes of Egypt would have envied you!

Perhaps one day, when I am no longer living,
we shall see each other again,
and I pray that we will recognize each other.

I, Antinous, ask this of Athena and Hephaistos,
of Artemis and her good brother Apollon,
and of Eleusis’ Two Goddesses–may he be blessed!


The Orphic Hymn to Antinous

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The Orphic Hymn to Antinous

Incense: Storax

A thousand times hail to you,
best beloved of the gods:
Antinous, who sports with Bassarids
on the wild mountainsides of Arcadia–
Mother Antaia has taken you
to her breast with her daughters,
Persephone, Melinoe, and Hekate
by the fires in Eleusis’ temple;
Leukothea saw your sad fall
into the waves of Neilos,
and Palaimon sang your funeral dirge
upon waves against Egypt’s shores–
Pankrates Paion, the leader of Muses
who gives true oracles in his temples,
the Bithynian who shelters
under the cover of Nyx.
Selene has placed your face as a shield
to crown her white shining orb in the heavens,
and Mise has come dancing
to be a fruitful nymph at your feet.
Sabazios has handed you the thyrsus
as he passed the serpents between your breast,
and Hermes Psychopompos has shown you
all the secret paths between Thanatos and Hypnos.
Mnemosyne has given her approval
to all words that praise your beauty,
and the thunderbolts of Zeus himself
peel and pale at the sight of you.
Physis makes the cosmos to praise you,
and Hipta calls you foremost of her children;
gold-winged Aphrodite ties your kynodesme
as you contend with Eros at wrestling.
O fortunate Neilos, who kissed your flesh,
who made flowers to bloom in the black land;
O Artemis Kourotrophos in Ephesus,
a hero comes to birth at your favor!
May I seek your face in the fields below
and find solace greater than white cypress,
I, child of Gaia and of Ouranos,
but my soul is of Nyx alone.


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