Deep in the woods, far beyond the familiar trails so well-trodden in your life, where trees older than your nation tower above the floor like a colonnade in some cyclopean cathedral, their roots buried deep to the bones of the earth itself, you find yourself alone. For hours you wander, panic beginning to bloom in your chest as you find yourself in a lignin bound labyrinth, each massive guardian tree you skirt further obfuscating your path home. Finally, you find a small clearing, some process be it natural, anthropogenic, or supernatural has seen fit to keep this meadow within the direct path of Sol’s embrace. Within this clearing you find a stone shrine, or at least you think it is a shrine. Whatever long forgotten spirit dwells within this sepulcher calls you forward, gently but insistently.
Seized by an unfamiliar determination, you pull aside the brambles and vines and detritus of centuries of neglect and reveal: Her. A feminine figure carved from stone, wide hipped and heavy bosomed, standing before a broad basin, her arms raised above her head in a circular fashion that is reminiscent of the beatific halos you have seen time and again by faiths more familiar to you. Her face is blank, utterly featureless and by extension expressionless. Despite this seemingly alien visage mask, you feel a distant, faint voice calling to you and you feel… loved. With shaking breaths you reach out and place your hand on the altar.
A billion years of life’s struggle assaults your mind. You watch as life explodes from complex molecules capable of self-replication, then gradually becomes more complex over eons and then explodes into every possible variation of monster and titan, creeping thing and macrocell, fungi and bacteria and animals and… everything. She at the altar whispers “It is not I who created life, but I drew breath when it first began. It is my watch as a shepherd, a guardian, a repose of memory for what once was so that it not be forgotten by time’s inexorable march”.
Your sight returning from being assaulted by a billion years of natural history, your eyes again focus on the time worn icon with its basin and altar. Warily you ask “What should I call you, oh Ancient One?”
She sighs and with a smile in her tone responds “I am far more ancient than the concept of speech. I was prayed to by your ape-like ancestors, beseeched by the first flowering plants, called on by the first tetrapods that heaved their marine bodies onto land and entreated by stromatolites under a sky so old that you would call it alien. I am without name, for I have existed long before sophonts invented language and will exist long after your species is one of my most fondly held memories. I am a Goddess without name.”
You pause. No one has instructed you on how to converse with a forgotten primordial Goddess.
You feel a sensation like a warm hand to your chest “The hour grows late child. I will clear your thoughts so you may find your way out of my sacred grove. Return when you have time and I will show you more. I have watched empires rise and fall in the time since one of your folk have placed a hand on my altar. There is still yet time, young one”.
And you will return, through the sweat of your brow you will cleanse this holy place of the neglect of centuries. You will perform the rites, say the prayers, light the candles and incense. You will conduct yourself in a way that makes the unspeakably ancient Nameless Goddess smile, and She Who Remembers All will take special care to ensure you are treated with the same kindness you so willingly give others, regardless of species.
Welcome to the Temple of the Nameless Goddess. Welcome to the Grove.
Hello weary traveler of the information superhighway and welcome to the Grove of the Nameless Goddess! I’m sure you likely have some questions about what this blog entails and I will do my best to answer your questions in this post, however if my list of answers is insufficient to sate your curiosity, I welcome any questions you may have and will answer them to the best of my ability.
What is this blog?: This blog is an online repository of the various daily prayers I use in my worship of the Nameless Goddess and her various aspects. The Goddess has blessed me with a way with words, and I hope that some may find these prayers useful either in their original form or modified to their liking and need. This will also include occasional posts describing theological or moral diatribes in relation to my developing faith.
Who are you?: You can call me Calamity (username here is soldiernerd). I’m a 31 year old, male agricultural worker in Kansas who, when exploring the recent reemergence of my desire for spirituality, was dissatisfied with existing belief systems circulating in the ecosystem of neo-paganism, and opted to take my own personal spin on neo-pagan theology. I was raised Christofascist, and separated from that religion roughly 12 years ago while in the US Army. I lived as an atheist for most of my twenties, but in the last year I’ve felt called to my altar to satisfy something I didn’t know was there. I hope that others may take comfort in what I’ve discovered and written down. I would love to have a community to discuss these things with, as I’ve had little to no luck with most people in my life.
Who is the Nameless Goddess (Innominata Dea)?: The Nameless Goddess is an emergent gestalt deity formed from the interconnected interactions of a globally connected biosphere in much the same way that human consciousness is an emergent property of a trillion electrochemical receptors exchanging information in a three pound lump of meat. Her goal is the perpetuation of life, as her existence is dependent upon life carrying on. She has existed since complex molecules became capable of self-replication, but her consciousness only bloomed as life became more complex. She holds sapient life (life capable of self-reflection, complex innovative behavior, tool use, complex social behavior and many other factors) to be precious, as we are relatively rare and gift her with a wealth of new experiences and emotions to catalogue into her Web of Memory. Humans are by no means the only sophonts on this world, we are joined in this category by numerous other life forms such as: corvids, psittacines (parrots), cetaceans, proboscideans (elephants), octopi, great apes, portid spiders and potentially many more that are yet to be identified. She wants humans to behave in a manner that is pro-social (beneficial to both yourself and others in your society) by encouraging charitable, kind and cooperative behavior. Additionally, she abhors waste as she is the arbiter and psychopomp to the cycle of birth, life, death and rebirth. As a result, she wants humans to cooperate not only with each other, but with the environment as a whole for the benefit of the global biosphere. I could speak at greater length in this regard, but for a more succinct explanation of her nature and expectations I would recommend reading through the prayers I have posted and I will happily answer additional questions if any are present.
Why do you call her “Innominata Dea”?: I feel that including an ancient, functionally dead and already religiously significant language as a conclusionary farewell to prayers adds a certain sensation of sacredness. I had initially attempted to translate her English name into far more ancient tongues (such as Akkadian or Sumerian) but found it nearly impossible due to the lack of readily available and credible sources on the language. Due to a quirk of my schooling, I am passable at translating Latin, and as such feel more comfortable using that language in my prayers.
Why not use already established Neo-Pagan sects such as Wiccan, Neo-Druid, Kemetic, Hellenic, Norse, etc?: When I went seeking spiritual satisfaction, I found myself disappointed with the lack of substance I found in these theologies, this is not intended to offend those who find comfort in these faiths, it just wasn’t what I needed. I do borrow imagery, rituals and vernacular from these faiths and others as well. You will notice that I use Christian Demonology frequently in my prayers to describe hostile spirits of misfortune or misbehavior and that my prayers read much like Christian Psalms. I also call on Gods and Goddesses from a diversity of pantheons in my prayers as aspects of beneficial behaviors or events. This is intentional, as I enjoy syncretism in my personal faith. I missed the traditions and rituals of Christianity, but I cannot bring myself to pray to the same god which allowed me to suffer such cruelty at the hands of those who were supposed to be responsible for my well being. I also don’t enjoy the utilization of magic as a catch-all solution to misfortune or consequences to misbehavior, I believe the Nameless Goddess will help those who help themselves first and my prayers reflect as such.
I like your prayers, but they don’t quite fit what I need. Can you alter them to be more specific to my life?: Absolutely! As I mentioned previously, I’m a male agricultural worker from Kansas and my prayers reflect the daily trevails and the annual hardships of abiding by an agricultural calendar. I will be delighted to discuss what alterations would allow them to more accurately fit your spiritual needs.
I just got followed by an account named “soldiernerd”, what’s up with that?: I apologize for the confusion, soldiernerd is my original account from when I first joined tumblr in 2013. I have no idea why I thought that name was a good idea (I guess it was because I was a soldier and also a nerd?) but you can rest assured that your blog is being followed by me when that occurs.
Annoying that dairy products are demonized as Unnatural and Disgusting when it's actually kinda neat that humans figured out a way to fulfill omnivorous nutritional requirements without killing any animals (and populations historically dependent on dairy even evolved lactase persistence!). This is biopunk to me
I've seen weird memes and stuff like "Milk is BODILY FLUID that came from a COW" and the fact that people exist that would find this distressing concerns me.
Y'all are not going to like learning what fruits are...
we have got to stop acting like we’re better than nature. we drink animal fluids and eat flesh and it’s gross because being alive is gross work and that’s so fine. we’re part of the ecosystem, and this “humans are a disease on earth we shouldn’t be interfering with animals at all” mindset that some people have is so oppositional to all the people who don’t live a first-world type life.
All-mother to creation. Arbiter and psychopomp to the cycle of birth, life, death and rebirth. Judge of souls. Maiden of spring, mother of summer, grandmother of autumn and crone of winter. Sacred emergent divine spark.
Bless me and my folk on this sacred day of the annual wheel, this day meant to honor Brigid, daughter of the Dagda, one of your divine aspects and harbinger of the impending renewal of Spring. Let us hold fast for the rapidly lengthening days, the warming earth and the explosion of life that will accompany the next great turn of the wheel.
Give my body, mind and soul the zeal to cleanse myself and my surroundings on this blessed day. The season of frost and festivals has passed, and a season of great labor awaits the next turn of the wheel. Let me and my folk prepare our dwellings, machinery and spirits for what lies ahead. Let my home be clean of refuse and purged of unnecessary clutter so that others may put it to a use better than collecting dust. Let my equipment and machines be well maintained by my hands, so that they stand ready to act as a mechanical beast of burden in the coming season. Let the livestock be fertile and healthy so this crucial component of our food supply may be sturdy in the coming season of heat and pestilence. Give me the fortitude of will to accomplish all these tasks in a timely manner so I am prepared for the labor that comes with spring and summer.
Bless me and my folk with the presence of your aspect, and focus of this day, Blessed Brigid Dagdasdotter. Bless my mind with her wisdom, my speech with her poetry, my back with the industry of her forge, my flock with her protection and fertility and my arms girded with her armor and wielding her weapons so that I may protect those I love. Let any force that means to do me and my folk harm, physical, mental or spiritual, know fear and ruin. For my words and actions are buttressed by a firmness of will and strength of arms infused with the zeal you and your host of warriors have blessed me with.
Your protection I request. Your blessing I seek. Let me stride forth with zeal. Let not my soul become heavy with my sins. Let me not waste.
As I said last year "May your day be filled with warmth and light, may your dwellings be cleansed of filth and clutter and may you rest this night knowing you are watched over by blessed Brigid!"
2025 was not a good year for me and my folk, and while events nationally and globally have taken a drastic turn for the worse these last weeks, I and my kin have had a productive and beneficial beginning to 2026.
May you go forth girded with the armor of the great blacksmith Goddess and may your mind and speech be blessed by her wisdom and poetry.
Old, Unhappy, Far Off Things and New, Unwelcome and Very Close Things
I have not been well.
I don't plan on going into detail as to what happened because that would both take a long time and would not be a productive or beneficial use of said time, especially since things have stabilized at this point. To dwell on the past is the job of my Goddess, as she is the repository of information for our world, it my task to look forward.
Samhain just passed and, while it is not the new year in our modern calendar, it was the new year in the Old Faiths, so I am treating it as such. With this new year, I will correct my failings from before and strive ever up the mountain of self-improvement, never attaining perfection but better for seeking it.
Goddess be praised, I did not make any permanent mistakes during this last time Belphegor jammed his icy fingers into my soul, but it was a much closer call than I'd prefer to think about.
I look forward to returning to this little corner of the internet and interacting with all of you again. I apologize for being so absent as of late.
May the Gods and Goddesses bless you all in this next turn of the Great Wheel.
All-mother to creation. Arbiter and psychopomp to the cycle of birth, life, death and rebirth. Judge of souls. Maiden of spring, mother of summer, grandmother of autumn and crone of winter. Sacred emergent divine spark.
I seek your forgiveness this day, for it has been a season since I last communed with your presence or laid an offering at your altar. Your sacred plants lie withered and dead due to my neglect. Holy days have come and gone without ritual. Time has passed frantically through my fingers since I last heard your voice whispering to me of the majesty of your wardened world. My thoughts have been dark, my intentions unwholesome, and my actions apathetic. I am now attempting to re-enter your peaceful and sacred grove once again, attempting to re-connect with your divinity as I once did so effortlessly.
So I pray you, She Who Remembers All, to bless me with your presence once more. That I may, once again, feel the vigor of zeal reinforce my body and spirit and drive me to be a better person than I have been for quite some time.
Your protection I request. Your blessing I seek. Let me stride forth with zeal. Let not my soul become heavy with my sins. Let me not waste.
I don't remember if I've mentioned this (so if I have, forgive me), but there is an autistic boy at my work who apparently loves hammers. My Mjolnir necklace is a part of my regular rotation of jewelry, and when he was having a particularly bad meltdown a few months ago, I removed it from the chain and let him play with it. It brought him so much joy and calm. Just about every day I've worn it since then, he always takes notice when I wear it, often reaching for it and saying, "My hammer!"
Over the past week or so that I've worn it, he's been reaching for it more intensely. On Friday, he had a meltdown after I let him play with it and asked for it back. (In the past, he has always been amenable to returning it to me when his parents pick him up.) Now, I don't know much about anything happening at home or school to know if he's been coping with some serious stuff. He's only 5 and has become a lot more vocal over the past few months. But his parents say he loves holding things and pretending to use them like a hammer. Clearly there is some kind of special interest in hammers and/or the motion of hammering is sensorily pleasing to him.
So today, I decided that my hammer is officially his hammer. I asked for Thor's blessing upon it and the boy. I hope that this trinket provides him with lots of joy and a little extra protection from our favorite Thunder God. Though I imagine anyone with an affinity for hammers is already high on Thor's list of favorites to begin with. I may have to buy myself a new Mjolnir necklace, but this was absolutely worth it.
I am thankful to have shared drink and revelry with Thor in this life, to bond over a desire for continued strength and resilience. If that had not forged our relationship, I would not have had this moment of connection with this child. I love Thor for his love of humanity which is so evident in his relationships with children, our future. I hail to Thor for strengthening the bonds we share with his child, that he may be protected and cared for as he needs throughout his life. Thank you, Thor, for your love and protection, always. Hail Thor!
It's kind of funny whenever I bring up the new age cult shit, because a lot of people assume, based on my very science and research based approach to raising awareness of MCAS, that I am now an atheist or completely devoid of any kind of spirituality.
When in reality I'm still a very deeply spiritual person who practices what many people would deem to be witchcraft as a form of spiritual expression. I just don't have unquestioning faith, which is what was expected of me as a kid, and drove so many people in my early years nuts because I refused to accept, "because I say so," as a valid answer.
(God bless my ADHD and the likely ODD that came with it. Oh, you're an authority figure in my life and you're demanding total compliance? Give me a valid reason that makes sense and I'll consider it. You can't? Fuck you, lmao.)
Honestly, the closest way I can describe the way I view it, is like Discworld witchcraft. Never attribute to the magical what can readily be explained by the mundane and always take care of people first.
Like yeah, sure, you can tell me your house is haunted and you want a witch to come deal with it, but if you call me, the first thing I'm going to do is call the fire department to make sure there's not a carbon monoxide leak.
I'll bring my dried rosemary and crystals if you want, but I'm also going to show up with a radon meter and a respirator mask.
You're beset by visions and 'seeing auras' all of a sudden? Take my hand, bestie. We're going to the emergency room to get a CAT scan <3
Love this view! Sometimes it's spirits but more often than not it's just science. Check your meters, keep your pipes updated, make sure you have good ventilation, and go to your annual physicals! Then you can break out the banishers.
This prayer was written by me, and is part of a series of prayers to recite when going through rough times. Everyone is going through the ringer right now, given the state of everything, so hopefully this can help you get through some tough things too. Enjoy!
Praise be to Lady Persephone, queen of the underworld,
Wife of stalwart Hades and daughter of bountiful Demeter,
Fair maiden and fearsome queen in equal measure,
And hear me from your place in Hades/Your Mother’s Arms*
As I call out to you from a place of anguish!
You, O generous queen of Hades,
You who allow the dead to visit the living,
Who comforts the grieving as they weep,
Are a most beautiful goddess with the most charitable heart,
And for this, we mortals find comfort in your arms
Both before we pass into your realm and after.
You are the kind caretaker of the dead,
O gentle mistress of the dearly departed;
You represent change in all its forms,
Transitions within life and after it,
From maiden to bride, queen to daughter, and self to spirit,
And so I ask you to kindly guide me through these trials I face,
To take me by the hand and usher me down a different path.
May your sweet words clear away my despair and fear,
May your lovely visage remind me of the joys found in both life and death,
And may I never forget that it is always a gift to be alive,
That everyone has something to offer in this world,
And that I feel compelled to live my life to the fullest,
Even when it feels impossible.
I pray, bestow your blessings upon me,
O fair queen Persephone,
And conscript the help of your husband Lord Hades
And your mother, O loving Demeter,
So that I may find a better path
Which I can walk down in peace.
Praise the great goddess Persephone,
The queen of all who brings forth flowers!
*Change this line depending on whether it’s around Autumn/Winter or Spring/Summer
I love the casual substitution of "gods" instead of "god" in colloquial sayings. "oh my gods" "gods, my feet hurt" etc etc. like yeah deconstruct the societal standard of monotheism with me. let's party
Hello everyone! Welcome to the brand new Paganblr Online Fair! Hosted by @jezzzebel and our awesome team:
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Starting from September 1st, and lasting until 20th September, this fair is here to help strengthen our community and bring together pagans from all across the world with mini challenges and events!
Here are the challenges this online fair offers:
🏷️PAGAN SHOP SHOWCASE
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This one is for our fellow pagan small business owners! For this challenge you will share your small businesses and tell us about them! What do you sell? How long have you ran this business for? Why did you start it? Share whatever you wish to share!
🔄SWAP IT UP CHALLENGE
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For this mini challenge you are to swap your practice, rituals, or routine, with one of your friends or mutuals for a day (or more) and then you both share how your day went! Whether you learned something new, did something cool, etc!
🕯️PATRON DEITY SHOW AND TELL
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Do you have a patron deity? Or a deity that you worship the most? Then for the patron deity show and tell challenge, you can share something cool about them! Anything you find interesting about your worship and them!
🌿 PATH SHOWCASE
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Whether you are a hellenic polytheist, a celtic pagan, or into multiple paths... The path showcase challenge is the one for people who like to share random things about their practices! For this challenge, you can make a post sharing things that make your path yours!
📋PANEL DISCUSSION
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💌 POETRY EVENT
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Are you someone who loves poetry? Do you love writing poems for your deities? Then this is definitely for you! Share your favorite poem you wrote for your deity/deities! (Or write a new one)
🛐 PRAYER WRITING EVENT
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Prayers are a crucial part of most pagans' practices! Write a poem for your gods and share it!
📚 BOOK CLUB
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It's not an exaggeration to say that pagans like books. Whether it's informational books about history, religion, and mythology, or mythology-inspired fantasy books. In our server, you can discuss those in special channels!
♠️ READING TRADE CHALLENGE
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As the name implies... You can exchange readings for this challenge with your mutuals and share what you learned about yourself, your situation and how they helped you! (Feel free to share what you are comfortable with)
Tip: do this with mutuals you want to interact with more! To get to know them! And you don't have to stick to tarot!
🃏 CREATIVE TAROT SPREAD
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For this challenge, you can make many different creative tarot spreads! Maybe a spread for a specific deity? For spirit communication? Or a spread inspired by something from your path?
🦄 MYTH EVENT
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As the name suggests! Share your favorite myth! Doesn't have to be from your own pagan path either. Just a myth you love that stuck to you.
🖼️ COLLAGE EVENT
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Make a collage for your gods, spirits, or the gods you wish to reach out to! Add images, your art, stickers... Digital or traditional!
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A Huge Bookstore, with the biggest witchcraft and paganism section I've ever been in
And I see this book with an interesting cover so of course I was like "oh snap what's this bad boy about" because I'm always looking for interesting witchcraft books that go beyond 101
so I pull it down and read the cover
AND IT'S A FUCKING BOOK ABOUT USING CHATGPT TO DO YOUR WITCHCRAFT FOR YOU
LIKE. IM SORRY WHAT? YOU MEAN THE MAGICAL PRACTICE THATS ALL ABOUT SELF EMPOWERMENT AND PERSONAL DISCOVERY AND TAKING MATTERS INTO YOUR OWN HANDS?
YOU FUCKING WANT AI TO DO THAT FOR YOU, TOO?
IT WASNT ENOUGH FOR AI TO WRITE YOUR EMAILS AND TEXT MESSAGES AND ESSAYS, HUH
YOU DECIDED IT NEEDED TO DO YOUR WITCHCRAFT FOR YOU TOO SO YOU DONT HAVE TO MAKE ANY EFFORT
I BET YOU FUCKING USED AI TO WRITE THE BOOK FOR YOU TOO
DID AI FIND A PUBLISHING COMPANY WITH NO ETHICS FOR YOU TOO
I am so glad that I have learned to think on longer time scales.
I decided last year that I want to make gourd water bottles. I made an attempt with a gourd I was gifted and some beeswax. I made some mistakes and the gourd molded. That’s okay, it was my first attempt.
I saved the seeds and planted them this year. We shall see how they come.
This winter, perhaps, I will cut wood and seal the ends to begin the process of drying wood for banjo necks. This will take three or four years. I expect by then I will have just begun to learn to grow gourds in any real sense. And perhaps will be ready to make my first gourd banjo. Maybe I’ll be drinking out of a gourd jug while I do it.
And even then, I do not expect that first banjo to last, or sound anything near perfect. Perhaps it will not be playable at the least. This is the way of things. I will be five years in, and still a beginner. I am glad, even grateful, for this.
Having a traumatic childhood means you cannot talk even objectively about your basic foundational experiences without it being "venting", even if you're not actually venting. You just straight up have a huge chunk of your life you can't talk about, full stop, without it being trauma dumping.
And it not being socially acceptable to talk about your own childhood is super alienating. Sometimes people want to know why, and any answer you can give them is going to be off putting.
It's to the point I get irritated when something I said is framed as venting when I'm literally just talking about my life experiences, doing my best to keep emotion out of it.
when I was in high school, I overheard two older students talking about a friend of theirs.
One of them said something like, "it doesn't bother me that [Friend] was in residential mental health treatment, I just wish they wouldn't talk about it ALL the time".
The other replied, "Well, that was all of last year for them. So when they say 'when I was in treatment,' it's like when you say 'last year'."
I try to remember that any time someone says something that sounds Shocking to me. sometimes one person's scary special crisis is another person's last year.
This is actually something I've been struggling with a lot lately. My childhood was an unending cavalcade of nightmares. My coworkers are all rural conservatives who look back at their childhoods with nostalgia and just... fundamentally don't understand that that isn't something I can relate to. They also do *not* respond well when I slip and mention anything from my childhood
Because my dad is a christofascist comservative and his abuse was rooted in violence, imbalance of power, conservatism and religion. They don't like being reminded that their ideology is conducive to abuse.
“Give us rain and a little luck, and we’ll do the rest.”
— John Dutton III, Yellowstone
Those 12 words capture the most profound teachings of every path.
Christianity: Faith moves mountains, but you’ve got to climb.
Islam: Tie your camel, then put your trust in Allah.
Judaism: Trust and effort go hand in hand.
Buddhism: Plant mindfully. Harvest comes when it’s time.
Hinduism: Act in truth. Let the gods do the math.
Taoism: Plant with ease. Let the Tao decide.
Spirituality: The Universe helps those who help themselves.
I’ve said, and will continue to say, many things about manifestation and magic, but really, it’s just that:
Ask for rain and a little luck, but do the rest.
And I promise you, you’ll get the best.
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