Sometimes you don’t really understand the signs, until they hit you in the face. Or the ground liquefies between your feet.


And you can’t believe you’ve been so blind.


All will be well.


I’ve learnt to swim.

The Long Dark and My Companions

Generally speaking Fall and Winter were the territory of He Who Sometimes Likes To Be Called Hermes. Even before I started using Hermes/Poseidon a regular names for them there was a general “changing of the guard” that happened. I’m starting to get the feeling this that this year, possibly every year from now on, there isn’t going to be a God switch. I mean there was a definite arrival of “Hermes” when the retrograde started, confirmed by a dream the day before the Solstice that He was here and staying. All the water imagery hasn’t left though. It’s all mishmashed in with the Hermes related things. He Who Sometimes Likes To Be Called Poseidon is whispering now that He is the “Constant Companion” and that Hermes is the one who comes and goes. 

This should make for an interesting Season.

The Ever Ruling

He came to.visit me a few nights ago. Manu…the Howler…Apollon…Poseidon. He’s given me many different faces this cycle, so many that I balk at using any of these names for Him. They all fit but they are all wrong. I shouldn’t be surprised by this as it seems to be a running theme for the both of Them. I dreamt the other night of travelling with a group of friends. We didn’t seem to have any destination in particular. There was a point in the dream where He and a high school friend of mine were sitting in front of me. I heard His voice say What is my name? I looked first at my friend and said his name then I looked to Him. He smiled at me and I was lost in the smooth confidence in His smile, the love and cockiness that radiated out from Him. I stuttered, not knowing what to call Him. He gave me a look as if to say Really? And I heard Him speak without moving His lips, Who am I? I still could not answer but hoped my inability to name Him due to His many Faces was understood. He shot me another knee melting and cocky smile and the name Eric filled my mind. Shortly after this it became apparent that He was married to a friend of mine whose last name is Tyre. His physical features bore a mere passing resemblance to the actual spouse of this friend and when she appeared in the dream it was to assure me I had nothing to feel guilty about in being His lover in the dream. This combined with the constant presence of dogs in my dreams for the last month (at least), has led me to believe that the guise of the Norse God Tyr is another avenue to wander down in search of information on this Husband of mine. Hence the sharing of the post on Tyr yesterday. I will be sharing more once I have time to hop on the laptop. Reblogging from my phone is a lesson in extreme frustration. I’m hoping now that I’ve finally had the chance to share this I’ll be able to sleep tonight, the subject and He have been poking at my brain since I dreamt it. It’s late and I’m tired so I apologize if this post is a bit confusing. It’s a hard subject to write on as it is.

Hail to my Husband, the Ever Ruling, the Wolf Binder, the Resolver of Conflicts no matter the cost. Hail my Love.

Given Name ERIC

GENDER: Masculine

USAGE: EnglishSwedishGermanSpanish

PRONOUNCED: ER-ik (English)   [key]

Meaning & History

From the Old Norse name Eiríkr, derived from theelements ei “ever, always” and ríkr “ruler”. A notable bearer was Eiríkr inn Rauda (Eric the Red in English), a 10th-century navigator and explorer who discovered Greenland. This was also the name of several early kings of Sweden, Denmark and Norway.

This common Norse name was first brought to England by Danish settlers during the Anglo-Saxon period. It was not popular in England in the Middle Ages, but it was revived in the 19th century, in part due to the children’s novel ‘Eric, or Little by Little’ (1858) by Frederic William Farrar.

Related Names

VARIANTS: AricErickErik (English),Erik (Swedish)ErichErik (German)

FEMININE FORMS: EricaErickaErika,Erykah (English)EricaErika (Swedish)

OTHER LANGUAGES: Eiríkr (Ancient Scandinavian),Èric (Catalan)Erik (Croatian)Erik (Czech)Erik,Jerrik (Danish)Erik (Dutch)EerikEerikkiEero,ErikErkki (Finnish)Éric (French),Erik (Hungarian)Eiríkur (Icelandic),Erikas (Lithuanian)Erik (Medieval Scandinavian),EirikErik (Norwegian)Eryk (Polish),Érico (Portuguese)Erik (Slovak)Erik (Slovene)


Nothing Stays The Same

So it seems Poseidon IS here for His half of the year. It just so happens He decided to rip off the Poseidon face and use the Rudra/Shiva one instead.

My spiritual life is confusing as always. As usual I’ll explain when I can articulate it.

Beltaine Begins 2016

As the sun sets, so it begins.
Wishing all who celebrate a most Blessed Beltaine.
When I awake tomorrow Hermes will be gone and I will be firmly in Poseidon’s possession.
May we remember that where there are endings, there are also beginnings.

Poseidon Returns

Poseidon returns early it seems. Or more I return to Him. Or He’s rolling out the welcome mat? I wasn’t expecting this until May. I’m not entirely surprised, Hermes has been dropping hints since January. This morning as I left the house the roar of wind through the trees greeted me. It reminded me of time spent at the family cabin, outside of Sumas , Washington. That sound is completely connected to it. The rain came sideways. It wasn’t overly cold.

There Poseidon was, all of a sudden. Hello dear.

I kinda feel like a jerk since my next thought was, Where is Hermes?.

Poseidon just smiled and took a step back while I sorted things out. I got a hold of Himself on what I have dubbed the God CB Radio. He wasn’t Home, but He hasn’t really been Home since February. He’s sort of been dodging the question of whether He is GONE gone. He didn’t REALLY give me an answer this day either. I panicked slightly and quickly “astralled” myself to O/our Home and sure enough His presence was gone. The equivalent of Him packing His bags and leaving. After walking through the empty House and outside I stood there, just looking at it’s dark facade. Except O/our room which still had lights on. I felt upset that He had gone without me there to wish Him off, I can’t say I’m overly surprised though. Poseidon came close again, hands gentle on my shoulders, telling me I could come back to His…O/our home now. May 1st is still technically “moving day”. Hermes told me I could go, He would not be upset. I’m still undecided. Poseidon stayed with me all day, the storm literally raging around me since I work outside mostly. He permeated everything.

Hail Poseidon, my Lord of Storms. I’ve missed You.


Three months until Himself is gone and He is already starting to fade. He gets distracted easily. Preoccupied. He really can’t sit still for long. 

The flip side of this is Poseidon “sighting’s”. He has been popping in more often. Always the polite and proper Gentleman, “this time of year”, He adds. So there are more tendrils of Him, more of His energy seeping in. Like the rain here, it gets into everything. 💙