Personne ne mérite ça – No one deserves this

If you feel like it and have a few minutes to offer, I think that France and especially the victims and victims’ family could use any good healing thoughts. For Truth and Justice too, the Morrigan awaits.

L'Antre de Morrigan

[An edito for the few English-speaking Reader. Today has suffered a terrible outburst of extremists’ violence in France : three people attacked a famous journal’s headquarters (Charlie Hebdo) during a meeting and killed 11 people, journalists, targeting some of the most well-kown and talented French cartoonists among their ranks. We don’t know who they are, how they did, and for now it doesn’t matter, I mean, I won’t spread rumors and vulgar generalization. All that remains is a horrible crime, targeting professionals and a very important institution (targeting the media). We are all in shock, and all that can be done for now is taking a few step back, not giving away to fear, and praying for the deceased, the wounded, their family, and truth.]

Parce qu’au fond de moi quelque chose grince. Et Elle grince. Nous n’avons pas assez d’informations, nous ne savons pas si c’était effectivement…

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Happy Hunting

The Dark Season is pretty rough this year. I didn’t think that could be possible, but it feels like… Wilder. A dear friend of mine posted this amazing surprising quote by poet and writer Rudyard Kipling, and it is incredibly accurate ! I couldn’t but share.


Now Chil the Kite brings home the night
That Mang the Bat sets free.
The herds are shut in byre and hut —
For loosed till dawn are we.
This is the hour of pride and power,
Talon and tusk and claw.
O hear the call! Good Hunting, All
That keep the Jungle Law!

Boosting The Signal : Charon Devotional

A call to any polytheist, devotee, spirit-worker, death-worker, Galina Krasskova is putting up a devotional anthology in honor of Charon (or Kharon).

To be short :

I”m seeking poetry, articles, black and white illustrations, prayers, recipes, etc. I particular need articles.

All contributors will receive a copy of the finished product as payment. All proceeds go to a charity of Neos Alexandria’s choice.

I would like to have this finished by Dec. 1 of this year. If you have any material that you would like to submit, please contact me at krasskova at

Also, please feel free to pass this on to anyone whom you think might be interested.

More about her call here

Death is Change

I’m glad that some people try to put into words the unfathomable qualities of Death Work here and there. It gives a slight feeling of comfort that we are many, that while I do the work other also do their part. So I’m glad to pass along their articles. If you missed them there were that one, and this one which is also about change.

It’s funy all the more so since the timing is perfect. I’ve begun a meditation on my own Death Work, on my personal history, and I check the signs on my path. I’ve been surrounded by deities of death since the beginning… when I was unable to hear spirits properly, the Gods were here though. And they were not at first Gods of material death, of corpses, of death work / psychopomping. They were first and above all Gods of Change and transformation. The Morrigan, Dionysos, Khepry (or Kheper), Meretseger (but she is actually about the work). My path is full of deaths and rebirths. I have come to terms with the fact that it will last a very long time. It’s been years already, and I now know that I have to refine myself wholly and in depth, watched by my closest Spirits and Gods. But if I think that Change is inherent to my path of Death, it may be only in the sense that I have to go through the process myself, as a trial, and as a means to become who I need to be. But I don’t believe that it is the very texture and goal of my path, as it is for my online friend here. Just have a look, and you will get the idea :

The Death I walk beside is neither big, nor noisy. It does not announce itself, it does not demand our fear, our mortality, it does not feed on pools of red nor graveyards filled with expensive concrete and marble nor the cries of carrion birds.

The Death I walk beside casts a mortal shadow and demands that we do the same.

It requires our gaze only in that it walks beside me and its very presence requires that we change the plot of our path to accommodate Its shadow.

This Death is our daily guide, carves its initials in our flanks and takes a daily dole from our hearts and our souls.

Its the in-between, the space of change, the black hole that envelopes and hides and requires a sacrifice in order to escape its clutches. Its the people you strive to not make eye-contact with, the severed shadow-selves who perch upon the walk and beg for your attention. Its the hidden, the threshhold, where we have the choice of holding the door open or slamming it close. Its the point where live and death become nebulous. We name it,  call it change and it scares us. Its the chaos of the dark and the chaos of the light pooled across our skins and our brains and our lives.

This is the Death who is my companion, who whispers in my ear that we must be grateful for these opportunities that beat us down and bleed us upon the earth. This is our ritual sacrifice, our returning to the womb.

This is the passage from Life into Death into Life and I am the psychopomp to bear silent witness to the sacred act of rebirth.


The Power of Change

A fragment that I find breath-taking, but the dear Raan. This is another face of Death Work, which I explore less. I’m going through the process of life and death myself, but I am not to help other people in my turn. Or I don’t think so for now.

“I stand on the precipice of change.

I exist within that change, a silent sentry tasked with being a mirror for others.


Sometimes the most powerful tool is an ally reaffirming your existence as you move from then to now.


I don’t think I will ever be truly comfortable in my life. Its a small price to pay for being allowed to watch others heal.

I honor the depth and beauty of your battle scars.”