An Encounter with Pagan Metal

Except that what I heard then were no musical notes. These were sounds of the earth. Crackling; slowly rumbling; like a fissure opening up on the ocean floor; or a mountain growing, or a volcano awakening after millennia of stillness. The music had not even started that I was already captivated.

The Stone-Barrow and the Stave-Church

After all, isn’t contemporary Paganism somewhat akin to this very church? A relic from ages past that fell or nearly fell out of used, only to be rediscovered and refitted in order to conform to both the needs of a new age, and the idea we modern men have of a sacred past?

Opinion: Walking with the Gods

No one wants to return to the closet. To do otherwise, we need to weave strong armor that will resist the weapons of our enemy, whether they be political, legal, or community directed.