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Easter Is Not Named After Ishtar, And Other Truths I Have To Tell You

If there is one thing that drives me absolutely bananas, it’s people spreading misinformation via social media under the guise of “educating”. I’ve seen this happen in several ways – through infographics that twist data in ways that support a conclusion that is ultimately false, or else through “meaningful” quotes falsely attributed to various celebrities, or by cobbling together a few actual facts with statements that are patently untrue to create something that seems plausible on the surface but is, in fact, full of crap. 2,096 more words

nellgriffiths-haynes reblogged this on The Animist's Craft and commented:

It takes a lot for me to reblog something, but this is just perfect. Having watched this meme float about on the internet for a year or two now, I have been frustrated and irritated by it in equal measure. I have a rather soft spot for the goddess Eostre so seeing Easter quite incorrectly attributed to Ishtar is annoying. I don't suppose Ishtar's followers are overly impressed either. Imagine my surprise on hearing that the meme had been posted to Dawkins own Facebook page perpetuating the misinformation to thousands, presumably by his own fair hand, without having stopped to think critically about it. Oh the irony. To me this illustrates precisely what is wrong with Dawkensian Atheism, a polemic against all religion which, when closely examined is actually just informed by Abrahamic Monotheism and usually misinformed at that. As a pagan, I usually find myself baffled and amused by his thinking. Either way, this is a great article from The Belle Jar about something very seasonal, so I though I would share.

Writing Between the Worlds

On Saturday the 12th of April UCLAN Pagan Society hosted a full day event called Writing Between the Worlds led by writer, storyteller and teacher, Kevan Manwaring. 125 more words

Poetry

I had a pretty horrible 10 days away from home

I had a pretty horrible 10 days away from home, and seeing you with that man on the way to the hotel was the final twist of the knife. 17 more words

Strings (Ostara, 2014)

It isn’t untrue to say my life is composed of strings.  Cords of cotton and nylon to bind together my affects, to blouse the cuffs of my pants over the boots bound to feet by laces.  533 more words

Spring Mare

Striking springs
back into the world,
where her hooves
fall they erupt.

A pegasus
from Helicon
or Rigantona’s
distant daughter?

Our myths
are too deeply wed
to be unlocked.

Poetry

You can’t please everyone.

Sometimes, it takes only a single, unexpected encounter, to lift one out of a funk, or even to let us know that we were in a funk to begin with. 776 more words

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