Hopefully, French and Germans will show a greater maturity in their elections next year – or at least their electoral system will be enough of a safety valve. And the reason why I’m sharing this here, in a blog that’s not about politics, is because this week’s events have added to the feeling of alienation, of being unable to see myself in what’s said and done by an important part of US polytheists, as voiced here and elsewhere on multiple occasions since early January. Fair to say that 2016 has been a year of fracture. Which is why, in all honesty, I’m very happy about my decision to set up a blog in Portuguese, aimed first and foremost to the specifics of a Portuguese context, so as to mentally – and emotionally! – distance myself more effectively from the polarization of US society and focus instead on the idiosyncrasies of mine. I actually made up my mind about it two months ago and I won’t open the new blog until January 4th – not a randomly chosen date – but given the victory of Trumpism, I needed to get it out of my chest. There’s something of a “fuck it, I’m out of here” feeling to it (pardon my French), so there you have it. One more push in the drifting away of the stone raft. I’ll keep this site active – English does reach a bigger audience than Portuguese – but it won’t be the sole focus of my blogging attention. I really, really need a change of air.
So hail, David Bowie! Hail, Artistic Lar! Thank for you your work, thank you for your magic! May you shine bright and bless us with inspiration for generations to come!
Be mindful, be practical, be optimistic. Rise above the media frenzy and pierce through the screen. Don’t play into Daesh’s game. Instead, breathe deep, take a long-term view and pour a little something for Lady Spes.
In the meantime, in the spirit of honouring deities whose physical memory is being erased by Islamic extremists, there’s a small empty shelf in my room that I might turn into a domestic shrine to the Middle Eastern god Nabu or Nebo. More on that in due time, though. Still wondering if it will house Him alone, more deities or be a second domestic shrine to Mercury to host “hermetic guests”. An epithet linked to hospitality would go well with that, now that I think about it. And I would have to make new cult images, which, adding to the plan to reorganize my Vanic shrine, means I have a lot of clay work or Minerva and Khnum moments ahead of me. Polytheism – I love having so many gods!
So live long and prosper!
And have a safe journey on your new adventure, Leonard Nimoy. Thrusters on full!
It is well known that Europe is at a dangerous juncture, not just financially but also politically. Like in the 1930s, economic woes may spell political downfall and Greece may be the first victim: expect a military coup if a stable government doesn’t come out of the next (and second-try) elections and the country leaves the Euro. It may stop there or it may go on and take (part of) the European Union with it. It is also known that the EU has its earliest origins in the Coal and Steel Community, which was founded in 1951 as a Franco-German agreement aimed at sharing vital resources, preventing a new war between the two countries, and make way for a united Europe. The leading role of France and Germany in the current crisis is not accidental and derives directly from the first steps of the European Union. So, given the context, how should one interpret this?
Harmless coincidence? Well, lightning is fairly common around the world, with around 40 cases every second. Planes have been struck before and no doubt that will keep on happening, as it’s a natural consequence of flying through rough weather and it’s no more of a divine sign than a beach house being hit by a wave. It’s there and sometimes the probability comes true for no special reason. And yet, what makes this case particular is when and what the lightning struck: a plane carrying the newly elected President of France for an official visit to Germany at a time when Europe may hang by little more than a thread; and it happened on the Ides of May, i.e., the monthly day dedicated to Jupiter. That’s more than you can say about the average lightening strike, so what is it: a prodigy or a neglectable coincidence? Any haruspex or fulgurator out there?