Jeraz the summer heat
Plentiful in harvest under orange moons
Dank like Earth
Thick with blood spilled from the goat
Sacrificed at sunset
Heavy like the muscles of oxen
That plow our autumn fields
Color-full like dry leaves blazing
Redorangeyellowbrown
Like the clever souls of beggars
Who love the sunheat on subtle sands
JERAZ stimulates the fruitful Fall winds
Pumpkins and squash still with soil
Clinging used in my stew
Nourishment
The satiety of the wild tiger after a meal
JERAZ, the
Self-happy
JERAZ, the
Fresh full belly on the
New journey at first morning’s light
Greeted by birdsong
Magnificent. I will add your proposal for replacement of Jesus the Crucified with a dancing symbol that of harvest-feast, winter-wealth.
[i]Halloween and Christmas are among our societal existential meat. I consider anyone who doesn’t appreciate such holidays and wants to degrade them, such as school district administrators, to be less than the little beetle I saw crawling around here a couple days ago, before it got too cold for it.
Beetles are ok in my book. But they don’t like the cold. Only hot earthsouls like the cold, we like to plunge ourselves into snow drifts as N said.
Jesus doesn’t own Christmas, Christmas owns Jesus. JESUZ. Yes I’ll transform him into a proper rune, so he can finally get down from that fucking cross and do a shaman dance on top of some pumpkins an Santa cookies.[/i]
SISYPHUS: “Well, I don’t celebrate Christmas as it is a Christian holiday but I do give out candy to any kids who come by on Halloween night. Halloween was important for me when I was a kid.”
FC: "Yeah, Thrasys point here is that we can do away with the Christian nature of Christmas and consecrate it anew as the celebration of the winter solstice, the “return of the light in the dark” the point where the days will become longer.
From roughy december 21st to 24st the sun “stations” from our perspective, symbolized perversely by Jesus 3 nights death after which he resurrected on Christmas Day, when the days begin to lengthen.
There is absolutely no reason to hold on to the disgusting image of a scantily clad malnourished guy on the cross to recognize this practically very significant point in time and celebrate it.
These ancients were sick to the bone.
I ve always hated Christmas for its dark and prudent solemnity that it represents in Europe. Ive always liked the excess, the familial joy the Americans projected into it. And Capable’s step here is the final one: Christmas is now, per philosophic decree, detached from the crucified."
Tiwaz
Tiger-style
Thunderbolt straight into the crown of your head when you fuck up
Supreme Judge, Zeus flanked by Ares
Title for the Highest, High Praise, Masculine Might
“Eagle in the Sky”
Law, whole hearted reason, no compromise before values
Consistency, what prevails, Truth.
That the best survive and the rest collapse; Justice.
In short, what the Gods have granted us to do by dint of learning, we must learn. What is hidden from mortals we should try to find out from the Gods by divination; for to him that is in their grace the Gods grant signs.
Isn’t it?
I went to visit this river this morning. Its name derives of Berk, meaning Birch, and indeed it is sweet like Berkano.
The edges were frozen, birds sweetly sleeping among the ice.
treesoul fire in the dirt
cast shadows around the sun
the dead destroy themselves
making way for earth
EIHWAZ always to tempting
PERTHO the mystery of the jewel
NAUTHIZ animal eyes hard in dark
red staring from under piles of hay
and ANSUZ
sharp like tequila
edged and aged like lightning
ancient and new at once
neither one without the other
burn in the throat
only ever soft like memories
