Today is August 1st, which is Lammas for quite a few people, a harvest festival of high Summer.
Love of this time comes quite naturally to me. Many Wiccan influenced Pagans associate it with the sacrifice of their god, but as the Warlock I am, I would find that quite abhorrent. They ain’t getting their hands on my Horned One.
As someone who grew up spiritually through Thelema, the whole place of “dying gods” is not something that I attach much relevance to. The parallels with the Christian myth are pretty obvious, but I have no intention of celebrating his torture and death either. He sounded like a pretty cool and liberating figure, and if he did exist, I would rather he was set free from that cross.
Further, the traditional pinning of the role of sacrifice and death on male figures is something I am not going to take part in.
None of that is my god. But I will celebrate him, as ever, my beautiful, musky Sabbat Lord.
And if you were thinking of going into the fields and woods to make love, this would really be a much better time to do it than May eve, if you live in the British Isles.
Have a lovely Lammas.
18th August 2014 – illustration swapped for the more nocturnal version now showing