—For Bec “If wanderers were not themselves the cause, then like the scent and color of the lotus in the sky, there would be no perception of the universe.”—Nagarjuna The young beast said to the old: How can I live in this world? This lacerated, ruptured world. Said the old beast to the … More Beasts Must Stick Together
“Heaven and earth aren’t humane.”—Daodejing “Faeries dance in the meadow and the leaf-crowned Nacken plays his fiddle in the silvery brook.”—Stagnelius Let us reject the classic anarchist motto “no gods, no masters,” and proudly declare that the Earth and it’s Spirits are our Gods and Masters. By what right does humanity claim its independence from the forces? … More In the Milky, Dim Strangeness Lies the Way
“The wild God of the world is sometimes merciful to those that ask mercy, not often to the arrogant.” In his twilight days, man dreams of his death. A lonely figure upon the cliff top gazing out over a black stormy sea under an iron sky. Beneath the stone, the volcanic consciousness pulses. The eyes beyond … More What Does the World Dream?
In dappled groves of ancient, hulking oaks standing god-like among endless oceans of emerald moss, a voice rises up from the black, fragrant earth strewn with forgotten ruins and grim stone shapes hidden beneath mountains of ivy. Thin and airy at first. A mere dream of lurking things at the edge of thought. Suffocating darkness … More Upon the Plains of Adoration
“Without leaving my house, I know the whole universe.”—Daodejing Ice beneath the rushing river like a cloud of smoke held in time. The one who understands the way best of all has never even heard it spoken nor the idea of it ever entered their mind. They flow through the world and the myriad things without thought … More To Roam in the Fields of Infinity
Vitoð ér enn, eða hvat? (Would you yet know more?)—Voluspo My son looks up at the towering pylons above us. “What is that, daddy?” A cold wind blows across the barren wastes of the future and stings my cheeks and eyes. “The ruins of a world that doesn’t know it’s already dead.” We walk … More A Winter Walk: Fimbulwinter
An interesting conversation on the Atassa journal can be found at this link. Source: The Brilliant podcast on Atassa
Available in Spanish at this link. Editorial: Ajajema was an evil spirit of the savage Kawesqar (Alacalufes), one of the many hunter-gather tribes of Patagonia. He had a dreadful and violent reputa… Source: Ajajema: Against Human Progress from the South
A retelling of a Mi’kmaq tale. When the world was young, long before it became old and bad and rotted, people would travel along the Saguenay River up to the Northern Woods in search of good hunting ground in the land of ice and snow. The Northern Woods, it was said, extended forever and had … More The Unconquerable Heart of Ice
“There came to his nostrils the scent of summer, the smell of flowers mingled, and the odour of the woods, of cool shaded places, deep in the green depths, drawn forth by the sun’s heat; and the scent of the good earth, lying as it were with arms stretched forth, and smiling lips, overpowered all. … More The Man in the Woods
