In Memoriam: Ruth Bader Ginsburg

I was stunned and appalled to learn last night of the death of US Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg.

Justice Ginsburg was a giant of the law, and a shero of women’s rights.

For a much more in-depth profile of her than I can research or write, visit her obituary here.

Now, we must fight to prevent the so-called President from being able to appoint yet another right-wing toady.

I am saddened and afraid today. The world is poorer, and Americans and people of the world are more endangered with Justice Ginsburg’s loss.

The Atheopagan Calendar of Moons: an Optional Set of New Observances

In the Atheopagan Saturday Zoom Mixer conversation this week, the group came up with a fantastic idea: to correlate the 13 Atheopagan Principles with the 13 cycles of the Moon each year, and observe each Moon as a time to contemplate and celebrate that particular Principle.

This is optional, of course. You don’t have to observe them that way if it doesn’t work for you. But I was excited about the idea and I know the rest of the group was, too–it’s a way to add a celebration of lunar cycles to the Solar cycle of the Wheel of the Year in your Atheopagan practice.

Each 28-day cycle of the Moon can be thought of as a period for reflection on the appropriate Atheopagan Principle, adding theme and meaning to your observances for that Full Moon night at least, and perhaps for that whole nearly month-long period.

I propose that each such cycle begin on the night when the new Moon is visible as a thin crescent before sunset, and be celebrated at its height on the full Moon. The cycle begins in December, when the Wheel of the Year begins.

I’m excited about this idea because it’s a great example of how we are co-creating Atheopaganism together. If this idea works for you, know that you can thank a group of thoughtful and interesting people who have been joining us on Saturday mornings (Pacific Time) for a visit, chat and discussion.

Coming up tomorrow: the PLEASURE MOON, on Sept. 2!

Atheopagan Full Moons 2020-21














December 29, 2020

January 28, 2021

February 27, 2021

March 28, 2021

April 27, 2021

May 26, 2021

June 24, 2021

July 24, 2021

August 22, 2021

Sept. 2, 2020

Oct. 1, 2020

Oct. 31, 2020 (Blue Moon, Halloween)

Nov. 30, 2020

All dates shown are GMT. Dates may change by one day depending on time zone.

Invitation to the Sacred Fire

I invite you, friends.

Come with me to a place of celebration.

The forest stands, ancient. It is night. The tents and pavilions have been set: your bed awaits you if you want to go.

It is midnight.

And you don’t want to go there.

None of us does.

The scent of the damp earth and the old wood, stained with a little smoke, perfumes the air. All is dark save the odd candle, the odd lantern that marks the trail to the Place.

There are drums. Incredible drums, rising and falling, pounding into ecstasy, diminishing into intense, near-silent fervent rhythms. The drums call us to the torch-circled Place. The Place of magic, where burns the fire.

There are already many of us there, dancing in their bright finery, flying close about the fire or moving stately, slowly in an orbit at a distance. They are dancing, they are singing about life, about living. The drums quiet and they are listening to the night, they are moving in slow motion, they are reciting poems.

We are an old people, we are a new people; we are the same people, stronger than before

There are altars, flickering with candle flames, gems and flowers and feathers and chalices and bones. Those who dance will sometimes slow to contemplate them, to reflect on what they mean.

I have seen this, friends. It is real. You can come.

Dragon’s blood resin is on the air, and burning oak, and the jettisoned pain of those who have shed their wounds, and that flickering light in the darkness from the Sacred fire.

It is Sometime O’clock now, deep in the night, and you step away for a snack at the food altar, and beloved friends are there, and you talk about the deepest truths of yourselves, your challenges and beauties. Because that is the only currency in this place: the trading of soul truth.

We believe in a better world
We believe in justice
We believe in peace
We can heal our planet
We won’t bow down

And at that sometime o’clock, as the drums strike up again, there is fresh wood on the fire and you enter, feeling the heat lick against you, and you dance as though–as it is–no one, including yourself, is judging you. You dance to the sky, you dance to the sacred ground, you dance in love to those you love. You dance as you feel best expresses the you that is You.

Around you, magical costumes and sheer nakedness. Frenzied motion, slow marching. Deep in trance, the People of the Earth dance together.

When the sky lightens, there is a pang: must this night end? And yet it must, as all do, and when the Sun peeks golden over the horizon all are there to raise hands high, to say “good morning!” and weep at the sheer beauty of this: another day of Life, gifted to us.

Wrung out, stumbling, we hug our hugs and kiss our kisses, and head for our beds to sleep. There has never been a night like this before, nor will there be again. But we were there.

We saw, we felt, we made it. Love is the ground, love is the air we breathe.

For the people of the Fire Family community. Photo by Leo Avalon.