Patheos: A Prayer of Thanksgiving for Njord and His Children

My newest post is up at Patheos (actually it went up on Friday, but it was a holiday weekend.) A Prayer of Thanks of Njord and His Children

https://thegoldthread.wordpress.com/2015/11/30/patheos-a-prayer-of-thanksgiving-for-njord-and-his-children/

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Pop Culture Gods and Doctor Who

I’ve never shied away from pop culture representations of the Gods and Powers, I’ve just never really talked about it. I’m very new to the Doctor Who universe, so far though there’s a lot that matches my personal beliefs. Up to this point it was all very general, it changed today though with a bit that addressed how Hermes is to me a lot of the time. Often He is “The Lonely God” to me.

Novice Hame: Legend says that the Face of Boe has watched the Universe grow old. There’s all sorts of superstitions around him. One story says that just before his death the Face of Boe will impart his great secret. That he will speak those words only to one like himself.

The Doctor: What does that mean?

Novice Hame: It’s just a story.

The Doctor: Tell me the rest.

Novice Hame: It’s said he’ll talk to a wanderer. To the man without a home. The lonely god.

Matthew Ryan Berube 1975-2015

Today I honoured my Beloved Dead. Hail Matthew Ryan Berube, the world is a colder and darker place without you. That which is remembered never dies. 
   
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
 

The Names of God; Hermes Edition

I’ve mentioned before that my practice of syncretism isn’t syncretism in the truest, dictionary definition of the word. I blend traditions in the sense that I recognize the same spark of a Deity across cultures. I blend by putting symbols, images, and items on my altar that tie to many versions of the same Deities. I do not blend in the sense of syncretism you will find in say, Gnosticism. It’s almost like genealogy. Building off that, as well as other “Names” resources, like the 99 names of God in Islam, I will be writing lists of names for the particular Deities in my life. Today’s list is my first Divine Spouse, the God that’s generally called Hermes these days.

Disclaimer: These posts will be VERY UPG heavy and a constant work in progress.

Edit: November 26 2015, removed Prometheus, there is a connection but not the same Person

Hermes

Mercury

Heimdallr

Jesus Christ

Cernunnos

Herne

Prometheus

God of the Dead

God of Tricksters and Theives

Ganesha

Ram Bearer

Three-Headed

Divine Translator

Divine Wordsmith

Slayer of Oxen

Thoth

Elijah

Khizr

The Wild King

The Hunter/Huntsman

The Green Prophet

The Wild King

Thranduil 

So there is Someone prodding me to pay attention to Them. I may have mentioned before that Tolkien reads like history for me in the sense that it FEELS real. Not that I think I am any of the individual character’s. Thranduil caught my attention immediately. I honestly can’t remember if I’ve read anything about him, I think it’s all movie stuff. Anyways, the beautiful creature that is the “real” Thranduil is making Himself known. He’s intoxicating. I thought it was Loki, but it’s not, but it is. Loki-not Loki. He seems very determined to have much more than a platonic friendship; I don’t mean that it’s sex He’s after, although He wouldn’t complain, but there is an intimacy that He seeks. Also He is most definitely one of the Good Neighbours, a Fae, an Elf. The kind I swore I would never interact with. Will keep you posted as things unfold.
   
    
    
    
    
 

Fear

I’m afraid. For the first time in a long time I’m afraid of the world. I was childless and much less connected to the Gods the last time I felt this fear. I think it was actually in the early to mid nineties when my mortal Father was called up from his reserve regiment to be sent to Iraq. I’d never felt so grateful or gushed my love to the Divine like I did when he didn’t pass the medical tests. I currently have some very dear friends and some distant family still in the service, I may need to do a Vigil for them. Compounding the current state of affairs in the world is that I am married, corporeally and non-corporeally, and have a mortal child who will have to grow up in this world. I know living on the western coast of Canada provides me with a certain amount of safety, it doesn’t really help though. I’m afraid for everyone.

Coupled with the unease in my corporeal life, the non-corporeal is a howling, screaming mess, though it seems calm on the surface. Poseidon isn’t here, or rather I should say I’m not with Him. This is Hermes half of the year so I have moved house. I find myself in Hermes home now. The closest Lore that would explain and describe it involve a bit of name changing. Sometimes Poseidon likes to look/act/be called Njord, Hermes begrudgingly admitted His Heimdallr associations. I’ve moved from Noatun to Himinbjörg. Where Noatun was quiet but lived in, Himinbjörg is cold, dark, brooding. Most of the furnishings are covered in sheets, it is in need of a good cleaning. No One has lived here for some time. Not in the Castle proper anyways. His rooms are resplendent; The fabrics are dark but warm colours, browns and golds and reds. I find this extra fascinating because His colours right now are blues and greys. Oh wait, He’s in “war” mode currently He says, the blues are for official duties and more associated with Himself as Hermes. That’s going to be a post in and of itself I think. I realize as I write this that I have a lot to do at my Winter home. There are Beings here that need attending too.

For the first time in a long time He scares me too. Not intentionally, of course, but when you find your Beloved screaming in the Dark in rage and pain and madness. He is so tired already and there is only more coming. I worry for Him. I will be His Light in the Darkness, I will be the Beacon that helps Him find His way home.