Encounters with Gods

Just random miscellanea of the weekend, in no particular order . . .

The notion of Set hitting on Valkyries is one that will haunt me for quite some time . . .

Feeling the joyful resonance of Het-hert rippling out in a concert by Loren Davidson as he got the crowd laughing, singing along, pegging beach balls at each other. (jenett: yes, that Loren.)

Picking up a stone sphere and feeling reminded of Yinepu; putting it down and getting that sudden, "Hey! What are you putting that down for?" feeling. Weighing it a moment, and then buying it for Him.

Feeling for the first time the enfolding embrace of Aset's wings, draped over my shoulders and down my sides, as I held brooksmoses in the middle of a very dark night.


And on the material side of the world, I had a really brief encounter with someone I think was a Dionysius priest or at least a follower (he was carrying a bottle of booze and a thyrsus) which made me ponder my brewing ... the stuff tasted great. And I got told what was in it. *hand-rubbing cackle*

The best part of attending a Discordian High Mass is that I know the entire liturgy. And thus had the following sanctified disruption, which pleases me most mightily:

Crowd: Hail Eris! (and various other chaotic shouting)
Me: Hail yes!
Officiant: You've been reading ahead.
Small child next to me: That was a bad pun!
Me: That was sacred liturgy.
Child: That was a bad pun.
Officiant: That was sacred liturgy!