Author: Gestumblindi

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May Day Musing

Please excuse any lack of quality, or disjointed flow throughout the following, these are simply ‘off the cuff’ thoughts written as they arose. Blessings of the season to all. ~ Ulric   Today I...

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Progressive Stasis

I write this not as merely a follower of a praxis distinct in its technology but as a member of a People distinct in its culture. The horns are set, the fork in hand. Time...

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Dross to the Winds

Arise from the harsh winter and the brooding slumber that it offers forth. Has your Winter been littered with visions and whispers of needful introspection? Or have you fallen into an unconscious stupor? Treacherous...

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The Innocents’ Song

Innocents’ Song   “Who’s that knocking on the window, Who’s that standing at the door, What are all those presents Laying on the kitchen floor? Who is the smiling stranger With hair as white...

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The Devil’s Calvacade

Lo! Lo! Lo! The horn doth blow! Beyond bound and hedge The Hunt doth show! Tear asunder! Rip my flesh from bone, Each howling gust Brings my soul back Home. Father! Brother! You know...

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Darkness Visible

Lammas-tide, has offered a time to reflect upon the process of growth, flowering, harvest – of both the states of being and becoming. It lends me the use of such natural imagery of sowing,...

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Parts or the Whole

To be ‘holy’ is to be whole, to have all parts reintegrated as One. By default this must include All, from creature to environment, divinity to human, all as One, All is One. Separation...

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A Contemplative Craft

It is unfortunate that many who aspire toward what is termed Traditional Craft see it as being a means of material acquisition or domination over an external. “What can I gain if..?” and “I...

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A Voice Reclaimed

Beloved Lady, do you remember me, One who’s voice has been lost in the wilderness? Battle-worn, each scar that I bear, A token carried marking my love for You. Kinship’s bond; that I am...