Hate Mail and Judgement. Guess Who?

Judgement – the ability to make considered decisions or come to sensible conclusions. But also, a misfortune or calamity viewed as a divine punishment.

You Are Free, But not from judgement.
You Are Free, But not from judgement.

One would probably guess, that as open as I have been with my Pagan thoughts, views and opinions over the 15+ years I have been active in the Dallas / Fort Worth and the Texas Pagan community that I would have probably received a lot of hate mail from angry conservative Christians over the years. But they would be wrong.

I have been to many public Pagan events, taken part in online forums back in the days that DejaNews and UseNet news forums still existed in a viable form on the internet. Email lists that have come and gone and various blogs I have posted on or even run before this one. But not once, have I ever in my recollection received an email from anyone condemning me to hell, or telling me I am wrong and I must be saved or any of the usual things one might assume I might get. No. The only, strongly worded, emails full of condemnation I have ever received (and there have only been a scant few of those over the years as well) have been from people who describe themselves as being Pagan. What does that say about us as a community do you think? If we haven’t mastered the ability to communicate with one another tactfully so that we can make our points without making enemies within our own community, how can we expect to peacefully coexist with others who believe vastly different things from what we as Pagans tend to believe?

Words should be chosen carefully when we communicate with one another because, although words can be forgiven, once they are said they cannot be forgotten. If someone says or does something that you don’t understand, before attacking them verbally it is wise to ask them what they mean. Especially with online communications of any sort. Text can only portray so much of what a person is getting at. Just my two coppers for the day. As with all things, your own mileage may vary.

Have a blessed day,

Troy a.k.a. Cianaodh (Key – Ah – Knee)


Just So We Are Clear – My Opinion

Walking alone... Walking alone…

NOTICE: What is blogged here is just one Pagan’s opinion and from one perspective. Do not take one person’s truth as the only truth. Seek your own! – James Troy Young a.k.a. Cianaodh Óg 

The above quote can be found on my About page from the menu up above. I have always tried to be clear about this on my blog and let people know that, although I am a member and officer in several organizations and I might sometimes mention those organizations in articles, what I post here is by no means intended to be taken as official word of ANY of those organizations. What I post here is a representation of me and me only. In fact, I said in my post from April 14th, 2013…

When we go places and do things I will probably take pictures, interview people, etc. and blog about it here once in awhile too. Stuff like that. But do understand that when I express an opinion here it is just that and your own opinion might be different and that’s OK. We are all individuals with our own set of likes, dislikes, histories, etc. So, I implore you to go out and seek for yourself. Don’t take my opinion as the absolute truth. It might be my truth but yours might be different. As the Goddess once told me, “If in truth and wisdom ye walk, in truth and wisdom shall ye grow.”

So do, please, always keep that in mind when reading here. I am not, nor have I ever been, (here on this blog anyway) the official spokesperson for anyone but myself. If I post something that is intended to be as an official representation of any organization I am a part of it will be through those organizations’ websites, Facebook Pages or other social media clearly stating that they are official word of those organizations.

Thank you for your time!

Troy or Cianaodh (Key – Ah – Knee) Take your pick.


Creating Ritual Space In Your Own Way

Daily ritual? We all have one of some sort or another. Even making a morning pot of coffee is a ritual of sorts.

Runes and Athame - Ritual tools.
Runes and Athame

I have been a busy guy of late. Due to much more freezing weather than normal here in Texas I have been required to work a lot of overtime at the industrial water treatment plant I work at. In addition, as a second degree in my tradition, Esoteric Path of Enlightenment, my second degree sisters and I have been tasked with a lot more duties including writing and officiating the sabbat rituals for Sacred Fire Temple this year and assisting our seekers and first degree members with their spiritual studies. Also, DFW Pagan Pride Day 2014 is now in the planning stages so the committee members have been shopping around for venues in the Tarrant County area as well as making plans for the Pagan Garage Sale fundraising event which will hopefully be coming soon and the Maypole Dance Flashmob promotional event in, maybe, late April.

So, my blogging has suffered of late with all of these things going on and for that I apologize to any who may be wondering what happened to me. I am going to make an effort to get more posts out there even if I don’t get to do it as frequently as I have in the past. I do still share a lot of stuff on Facebook and Google+ on a daily basis because, let’s face it, clicking like and share takes a lot less time than writing articles.

Anyway, one of the projects I have underway at my household for the coming year is rearranging things in our back yard to once again create ritual space in preparation for the time to come, after Samhain when I should be receiving my third degree and hiving off to form my own temple group. Not since we stopped having our DFW Pantheons gatherings years ago have we hosted group gatherings at our home and to be honest, it’s a lot of work but I miss it. The energy that a gathering of like minded spirits brings to a place is very fulfilling and uplifting. So I am looking forward to hosting such things again. I need to put up a listing on Craigslist for the old swing set that the kids don’t use anymore and move the square foot garden boxes elsewhere in the back yard for storage until the day comes that we are ready to buy the property in the country we’ve talked about for years. I am thinking of erecting a stone altar and standing stones in the ritual space as it calls to my spirit and the home of my personal ancestors. What do you think?

Blessings Of Brigit Of The Twining Hair

My patron goddess Brigit is the exalted one and a goddess of pre-Christian Ireland. Her stories are told in Irish folklore acknowledging her as a member of the Tuatha Dé Danann and a daughter of the Dagda as well as a wife of Bres, with whom she had a son named Ruadán.

She is associated with the coming of spring season, fertility, healing, poetry and smithcraft.  According to Cormac’s Glossary which was written in the 10th century by Christian monks she is also “the goddess whom poets adored” and that she has two other aspects as Brigid the healer and Brigid the smith. The Christianized version of her, Saint Brigid shares many of the goddess’s attributes and her feast day was originally a pagan festival (Imbolc) marking the beginning of spring.

Goddess Brighid, Brigit, Brigidm Brig or Bride.
Goddess Brighid

The above is a statue I use on my own altar as a representation of my goddess while making offerings and honoring her.


Brigit, daughter of the Daghda, daughter of Dugall the Brown, Son of Aodh, Son of Art, Son of Conn, son of Criara son of Carbre son of Cas, son of Cormac son of Cartach son of Conn.

Brigit of the mantles
Brigit of the peat-heap
Brigit of the twining hair
Brigit of the augury.

Brighid of the white feet
Brighid of the smithcraft
Brighid of the white palms
Brighid of the poetry.

Brigid the Goddess
Brigid of the Spirit
Brigid of the fairy-mound
Brigid of Essence.

Brig of the moon
Brig of the healing
Brig of the common fire
Brig of the Fairy Woman.

No sun shall burn me
No fire shall burn me
No beam shall burn me
No mon shal burn me.

No river shall drown me
No brine shall drown me
No flood shall drown me
No water shall drown me.

– The Moors