It is a rare thing to find novels which depict the gods. It is even more rare to find gods in the writing of non-Pagan non-fiction writers who are also Dutch. And this is exactly what I have found. Cees Nooteboom is a Dutch author whose travel literature I adore. His latest book is a […]Read more "Letters to Poseidon"
Last summer I visited a friend in Dublin. I also visited the National Museum of Archaeology. The visit was free of charge and amazing. The bog bodies impressed me the most. To block out the light, the bodies were placed in a spiral-like cardboard box. Thus meeting a bog body was a gradual process. And […]Read more "Gundestrup Cauldron"
He likes bridges, bridges over rivers. And when I cross them I am truly lost, lost between the worlds and I need to hold his hand. He walks the cliffs that are too steep to be walked. He is not a sea-god to me. A ferry crossed the ocean waves and he was not there. […]Read more "He likes bridges"
If the gods are real, they are real now. They are as real as they have ever been. If the gods are real now, they cannot be dependent on our knowledge of their past exploits. The gods do not cling anxiously to ancient traditions and customs. They do not claim Christmas or the Easter eggs […]Read more "I am a Pagan. But I am pagan first."
Before the Olymians there were the Titans. Before the Asir there were the Jotunn. And before the Tuatha de Danann there were the Fomorians. These peoples war and marry each other. The Asir made love to Jotunfolk, the Tuatha married Fomorians wives. Even Thor, the great giant-slayer, loved and impregnated Jotun women. The different godly […]Read more "Fomorians – the shadow gods"
Patheos hosts a blog called Pagan Restoration in which Sam Webster argues for the elimination of all Christian elements within Pagan practice. He pleads for a pure Paganism, and indirectly also for a pure Christianity. Sam Webster tells us bluntly to be serious and make our choice: be either a good Pagan or a good […]Read more "Is Christianity the enemy? (to Sam Webster)"
We know they are cruel as love or life, and lovely as death. O Gods dethroned and deceased, cast forth, wiped out in a day! From your wrath is the world released, redeemed from your chains, men say. New Gods are crowned in the city; their flowers have broken your rods; They are merciful, clothed […]Read more "Hymn to Proserpine"