My Chaotic Crooked Path

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Dark Moon Rites December 2013

For as long as I can remember I’ve tried to put a label on my path. In short, I’ve been looking for my tribe. Every time I try though I can’t seem to fit myself under one category. My path resists it at every turn. Multiple labels fit. Definitely Witch. Definitely Magician. Sometimes Mystic, sometimes Druid. Sorcerer. Chaote.

My path revolves around fierce devotion to my gods at it’s core. I am a devotional polytheist. This is where I am happiest. I find myself at this time right back where I was 3 years ago, with three gods who refuse to be ignored, who my soul cries out to know. Three gods whom the purists may say don’t fit. Three gods who demand I make them fit, one way or the other. My inclination is to pick one and be done with it. It doesn’t work that way.

There is Hekate, the witch-mother who sits at the crossroads. Hekate the Emyprean. Hekate the Chtonian. She who sometimes I can barely hear, barely feel, yet none the less, whenever I stray too far yanks me back and reminds me, I am hers. I have always been hers.

There is the wild god. His antler horned visage casting a shadow over everything I do. The first sorcerer. The enigmatic one who’s image graced the first cave paintings. He who stood first and shall withdraw last. He has shown me much of his origins, and no matter how hard I try to pigeon hole him into a name, he evades it and shows me he is more than I will ever know. More than I can ever know.

Dionysos. Sometimes the bull-faced one, but more often coming to me with goat horns just the same. I could be content with the other two. I’ve tried to be. Three is a crowd, but Dionysos… I worship Dionysos like Rumi loves. He breaks you down and rebuilds you. everyone knows this. When does it end though? The secret? It doesn’t. His process is unending. The birthing pains to your true self never stop.

What’s this feeling?
My love will rip a hole in the ceiling
Givin’ myself to you now from the essence of my being
And I sing to my God, songs of love and healing.

— Matisyahu “King Without a Crown”

One of these things is not like the other. Or are they?

Who are my tribe members?

In the end my tribe wears many faces. The witches, mages, druids, folk magicians, mystics. I see worth in all of them. I hate the modern tendency to look down upon everyone who doesn’t share your label.  My tribe has no one name, but I know them when I see them.

Chaos reigns supreme. Nothing is True, everything is permitted? I don’t believe that (hehe). Yet in the end, once you get far enough, once you see the magic that enervates all things, every path seems like different decorating styles in an empty room. Looking at the arguments we might as well be arguing about who likes Art Deco vs Rustic in their living room.

The only viewpoint that does not break down over time, is the flexible one. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.

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27 Responses to My Chaotic Crooked Path

  1. Belle says:

    I obviously identify as Witch, out of respect for my family tradition. But.. I have that deeply Anarchistic streak that despises labels. And I say “Hail Eris!” when appropriate. Druid I might be by blood as well; maiden name of Duffy. But none of these define me. I am just Belle, may I be in your tribe.? (And ironically my first name is derived from Dionysis, though I stopped the Bachannals when the kids hit their teen years)

  2. I like this, it shows that most of the time, nothing about our paths fit into neat categories, even if we really want it to. I struggle with this too, each day feels like a new look at my beliefs and practices, often shucking them from my life whether I am ready to let go or not, or turning them on their head and leaving me to puzzle out how to make it work backwards, upside down, and inside out…

    • Skyllaros says:

      Thank you, I’m glad you liked it. Glad to know I’m not the only one who struggles with it, but sorry to hear you do to! It’s really a quagmire sometimes thats hard to escape from.

      • I know what you mean, it is both a good and bad thing to know others go through it as well. I find it helps me feel less alone in my experiences, and builds a bond with others who know what I am going through.

        I agree, it can feel like a quagmire, but I try to focus on the things that bring me joy (even small moments) and do my best to forget about labels. I used to fight the progression of my beliefs because I felt that they had to fit somewhere, but it ended up only holding me back.
        This spring I started over from scratch, and have been sorting things out ever since. It has been both fun, and terrifying to look at everything I have learned or gathered and only see ill-fitting junk hanging on me, and know I need to be rid of it to grow.

  3. Bryan Russellson says:

    Well said, my friend. It is why I’ve ceased blogging…my path is too chaotic and spiraling to write about coherently. The room always holds me and continuously demands my presence, but hot damn I’m constantly rearranging the furniture. It needs to be just right. There! No,wait…there! No, hmm….. Ha! Now I’ve got it! D’oh!

    • Skyllaros says:

      Hi Bryan,

      Thanks for the comment. I think you and I have always shared that same room-rearranging tendency. I can understand not blogging because of it. I’ve considered just quitting myself, but I know I’ll end up wanting to again some day. There’s something freeing about not having the world to be accountable to, which is why I went on a long blogging hiatus to begin with. Wishing you luck on your path always my friend.

  4. alainafae says:

    “Nothing is True, everything is permitted”? Is that an Assassin’s Creed reference? heh ❤

    But in all seriousness, I agree with darkbookworm's comment.

  5. kelitomlin says:

    Great post and many of the sentiments are most certainly shared! It has always frustrated me how the notion of a path that has elements of flexibility is somehow lesser; implying that flexibility and willingness to change and reassess somehow makes your practice less meaningful in the first instance. A load of rubbish really! As you pointed out:

    “The only viewpoint that does not break down over time, is the flexible one.”

    But it can be stubbornly hard to stick to confidently sometimes! Thank you for sticking to your crooked path and sharing it with us 🙂

  6. syrbal-labrys says:

    I do poorly with labels as well. I am a skeptical polytheist; in as my most common saying is “Either all the gods/goddesses exist, or none exist.” I feel a profound affinity for the Horned One, and for Hekate as well, but I don’t think “devotional” would be applied to most of my life, since I do ritual seldom, instead preferring the attempt to maintain what I call “sacramental living” –the deep embedding of what I view as sacred into my everyday existence. It is all, to me, a glorious Dance in between this mortal coil and the Unknown that beckons!

  7. Rachel Izabella says:

    I can relate to this. Thanks for summing up your thoughts this way, Skyllaros, it was a helpful read. 🙂

  8. Thanks to Rachel for pointing this post out. And thanks to you for writing it. It’s always good to know we aren’t alone. When there are so many who insist that we adhere to “this” or “that,” it is harder to express a devotion that is hard to pin down. Nonetheless, we answer to our gods, not to labels. I wish you great things as you continue to stay true to who you are.

    • Skyllaros says:

      Well thank you for your eloquent comment! I truly enjoyed reading it! I wish you the best as well! Many thanks for taking the time out to read it and reply here.

  9. Ocean Delano says:

    Good post, Skyllaros! I’ve often felt a similar way. When I was a Wiccan practitioner, I didn’t ever really feel like I fit in with that crowd, and when I went into Ceremonial Magick, I didn’t fit in there either. Chaos Magicians, while usually personable, seemed too Occult Couture. I like the blended path I have now, as well as the term Sorcerer. Personally, I feel like you and several others I’ve met online are more of my “Tribe” than I’ve ever truly encountered.

  10. Nornoriel says:

    I have plenty of experience with not really fitting labels all the way and having too many different labels, so. Yer all right in my book. XD

  11. silfrsmith says:

    Excellent piece!

    I have, have had similar issues for 30 years- though my path is not directly devotional to any gods. And yet…

    They are very present, I just don’t experience them as most seem to…or at least our descriptions of the experience are different. And yet…

    The Tribe issue is different to me than the Label issue. My Tribe is made up of all kinds of practitioners, witches, ceremonialists, sorcerers, Buddhists and Christians of a certain bent…as well as musicians, visual artists, authors, dancers, etc….

    So perhaps in the end the Tribe is simply the Family We Chose, and the Labels based on behaviors are simply interesting tidbits we use to file things in our minds, rather than to stratify our lives yet further. Awareness of difference rather than cause for division…



  12. Robert Goode says:

    Polytheist sorcerer. So vague not even D&D nerds can explain what it is. Works perfectly for me.:D (Although more often than not, I am “otoko miko”, “male shaman”)

  13. hekatetempel says:

    I am quite similar- Hekate brought me to so many different paths over the years. And i think i am more at home on the crossroads where different paths and traditions do meet each other. And i think it is a fitting place for me.

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