Deep Thoughts – Creator God(s)

Deep thoughts on science and religion. I’ve always been in the habit of mixing science and spirituality. Mythology is generally the mortal attempt to explain and understand the infinite. Man created the Gods by giving them names and stories and faces since it can be difficult to relate on a personal level to a glowing ball of light. Or a presence so immense as to be infinite. Generally speaking most Gods were human before they were Gods. Ancestor worship on a grand scale.

I seem fixated on the death of the Creator God sometimes. It usually manifests itself in the story of Ymir. I am quite certain the Creator has been destroyed…that They are Dead…but since time is not linear, and the nature of energy is to change, not actually be destroyed, the Creator is still with us but also still in Their original form. As my good friend at Foxglove and Firmitas said to me once, “Welcome to Camp Yes/No!”. This quote works for so many things, but I digress. This interest manifests in a scientific sense for me as The Big Bang and practices of the scientific methods like the Loss on Ignition. There is always something lost in the change. Much matter was destroyed in The Big Bang’s ignition but a lot was created. And since not all of the Creator was destroyed, that energy is still with us, in us, around us. But They are diminished. 

Science has been weaving nicely into my spirituality lately. It feels right and more in depth and well rounded, to have myth and science coincide. This also happens when I find more tid bits of history, archeology, and that sort of info too. I’ve just been watching a lot of science shows with my son lately so it’s something I’ve had the chance to think about.

There will be more science and spirituality posts! 

The Final Harvest

The Final Harvest

Hail to the Dead
Who we honour at The Final Harvest
That which is remembered never truly dies.

Hail to the Beloved Dead
Those we kept close during life
Those who filled our hearts with love.

Hail to the Lost Dead
Those we never knew
Those we will never know due to the distance of Time and Place.

Hail to the Forgotten Dead
Those who have been lost and forgotten
Those whose names we do not know due to treachery and loss.

Hail to the Glorious Dead
Those who fell in combat
Those who survived and lived with the scars to pass later.

Hail to the Innocent Dead
Lost children and babes
Those who did not take a breath, or very few.

Hail to all those who have gone before us
The Veil is all but gone this night
We hear you and remember you.

-Angela Kurkiewicz, Samhain 2016

Pathways

I asked for clarification on my path/studies the day before yesterday. I have since dreamed of literally going down into darkness for the third time. Last night I dreamt of being a “death talker” and the dream involved “taking in” the Spirits of the Dead so they could speak. There were also dogs again in the dream about going down into the Earth, into Darkness. Last night while poking around Pinterest when I couldn’t sleep I had suggestions for Nantosuelta and Sucelles. On Facebook this morning I came across a photograph of mushrooms growing from a deer skeleton. Will need to ponder a bit before I take any actions in regards to the Dead. Will be poking into Gaulish things and say hello again to The Mother of Rot.

Comments from the page Magic Mushrooms that posted it:

Interesting… It looks like whatever this deer was eating, most likely plant matter of sorts, had mushroom spores on it, ended up germenating inside the deers stomach, then fruited after the deer had died and decayed.
Photo courtesy of Lain Haigh.

This might also be of note, a couole weeks ago I first noticed that White Wings was back in the area. She(could be a he for all I know) was born or appeared about three years ago. I’m not sure if I don’t see her during the warmer months because she actually goes somewhere or if I’m just too busy to actually see her. She is a crow with white flight feathers and a mostly white tail. I managed to get some pictures, not the best quality but not too bad in regards to cell phone pictures. 

Breadcrumbs; In regards to Myself 

Breadcrumbs; In regards to Myself 

Something ticked in my brain when I actually watched this. Then it showed up in my travels around Facebook or Tumblr or something. It has meaning beyond the obvious for me, He says. So in an effort not to forget, I am posting it as a “breadcrumb”.

“I am the Bad Wolf. I create myself. I take the words; I scatter them in time and space – a message to lead myself here.”

-Rose Tyler, Doctor Who; Season “nine”.

  

*Reblog*Cernunnos and the Starry Lady

It’s a good morning for “tingly” blog posts. Here’s another. Not only does Himself sing me stories to tell, They all do. Tales, Legends, Myths, they are all meant to die and be retold. Just like all of us.

In your mind’s eye see Cernunnos. No, younger than that. Younger still. See Him before time etched its wisdom into His face, before the long exile of the gods by the one god. When the world was full of his brothers and sisters, when they could be found in every river and stream, every mountain […]

https://kernaia.wordpress.com/2015/12/17/cernunnos-and-the-starry-lady/

Breadcrumbs; For the “God of Lies” post.

Thinky Thought: Can Gods get depressed?

Smoke and Mirrors by Puscifer 

You confessed one day to have been a snake and deceiver

But when your moment came, to shed that skin

You just slithered away

You just slithered away

Crystal clear to us all, when you say “We all want the same thing”
That you don’t, you want the bigger piece and the praise

There are those who have seen, and those soon to beware

What your smoke is concealing

Just a trail of bones, atop a lemming’s hill

All fallen prey

All fallen prey

All fallen prey

To the liar, not a saint, not a martyr
Just a snake, and a liar

We used to believe, when you’d say “Were all in this together”
Mo more, we all see

Now the mirror is broken, we all know what your spell was concealing

Just hollow eyes, a stolen crown but

Not a king

No, not a king

No, not a king

Just the liar, not a saint, not a martyr
Just a snake, and a liar