We’ve been robbed.

We’ve been robbed. All of us. Robbed.

They’ve stolen our magic, our wonder, and our meaning – stolen them and hidden them away. They’ve seized (by force!) our time and our energy. They’ve robbed us of our rightful dignity and our rightful divinity. We don’t talk about it, we try not to think about it. But you know it and I know it. Everyone does. And on top of it all, it might be the end of the world.

Shouldn’t we, like, try to do something?

This is the home of an eccentric blog mostly about mysticism, meditation, and the sacredness of the seasons, and it’s also the home of a relentlessly entertaining podcast about psychedelics, the meaning of life, and the kingdom of god. You’ll find Grateful Dead debris scattered absolutely everywhere, alongside crudely presented pagan and Taoist themes, mythic tales of this world and the others, and weird sermons asking questions about how we might be able to live.

Yeah, we’re a little woo-ey (I claim I’m a wizard, for Christ’s sake, what kind of standard are you gonna hold me to?), but don’t get this project confused with Deepak Chopra’s Law of Attraction Secret or anything like that. We don’t engage in that sort of behavior here.

Above all of those things, this is a place where we always unapologetically advocate for the seizing back of what is rightfully ours. I don’t know how or why you ended up here – it may well be a happy accident – but listen: magic is real, the planet is sacred (as are we), the calendar is a guide for living, that god is a real thing (kinda), that life has purpose (even if we must create it), and neither reality nor time are remotely the way we think they are.

Monadnock Mountain in south-central New Hampshire is a bona fide sacred mountain, true holy ground, and I am its unlikely, inexperienced young journeyman wizard.

If the world is ending, we should try and stop it. If not, let’s at least make sure we show up properly dressed.

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