On Spiritual Emergency, Shamanism, Mental Illness, Therapy, and Anti-Psychiatry Sentiment in the General Pagan/Polytheist Community

Juli D. Revezzo:

Boosting Camilla’s signal because it seems important.

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Alternative Title: I’m Gonna Keep Talking About This Until It’s a Generally Accepted Thing…

It happened again. Someone posted another article on mental illness being a sign of a healer being born on the Local Pagan Facebook Group with the general overarching but not direct message being that all native and ancient cultures saw it as this. Now I don’t deny that mental illness can be the birth of a healer. I’ve known too many people who have struggled with a history of it, myself included, that haven’t found themselves called to help others dealing with similar problems.

However, these articles tend to stress how society is actually the sick one, and how we need to stop shoving pills at people to fix all their problems.

Anyone who has ever been on psychiatric medication will probably tell you that pills don’t solve all the problems and most professionals are pretty…

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Lusty month of May!

Wishing you all a bright blessed Beltaine!




My Beltaine altar by author–and yes, those are flowers from my garden.

I never have procured an appropriate goddess and god in love image for my collection. For instance a Celtic god and goddess that might fit this Beltaine day, one of the Celts four high holidays?  That’s one of the things I’d like to do…someday, you know. That and spend Beltaine in Ireland. Who knows? Maybe one day…if only we didn’t have to fly to get there! *shudder* But if the hubby goes with me….*thinks* ahem… Getting back to the clear, educational thoughts about the day…

And hey, how about that? Beltaine, under its German title Walpurgisnacht, ties into my forthcoming book…:) More on that later….in the meantime, enjoy this joyous time of year, y’all! *hugs all around*

And for another little chuckle, this time, I’ve got another movie song stuck in my head!


The Wild Rose Press–Unusual paranormal characters in Romance

Unusual paranormal characters in Romance


Juli D. Revezzo



Springheel_Jack, source, wikipedia

Modern paranormal romance caters to women who want to dream a little more than the average reader. They crave the weird and just looking at the romance pages in Amazon or at the shelves in a bookstore, you’ll see publishers are catering to that wish list…..

Here’s a recent article I wrote on this subject. Check the rest of it out  via The Wild Rose Press blog.

New release

I can’t believe I forgot to show y’all this. Another of my new stories, Bargain with the Mountain King, has been released in another anthology, Crossing the River: An Anthology in Honor of Sacred Journeys.

fantasy, pagan fiction, pagan fiction authors, metaphysical fictionJourneys.

Our stories are filled with journeys. Sometimes, though, we neglect the possibility that in our travels we will cross an important boundary, and we may never be the same again.

Crossing the River is an anthology of poems, myths, and tales that take the reader on many different kinds of journeys: travels in the company of deities, visits to other worlds, explorations within oneself, voyages with the dead (or back from death), and other excursions that lead to transformation. These are paths that challenge us and even change us along the way, for returning may not be as simple as retracing our steps.

Where will your journey take you? And who will you be when you return?

Proceeds from this one, as with all Bibliotheca Alexandrina anthologies, go to various charities. If you’d like to check it out, it’s available at Amazon and Createspace.

The Fairy Queen of Spencer’s Butte and Other Tales is on sale! | The Saturated Page

If you like urban mythic fantasy, Jolene Dawe’s book is on sale this week for $.99. If you’ve wanted to try it out, now’s the time!
The Fairy Queen of Spencer’s Butte and Other Tales is on sale! | The Saturated Page.

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No such thing as Dasher

Here’s a little bit of paranormal romance Flash fiction to get you into the holiday mood.  :) It’s a little in the same vein as Murder upon a Midnight Clear, but I hope you enjoy it.

No such thing as Dasher


Juli D. Revezzo

1658, university of Houston/Wikipedia, fantasy, pagan fiction, supernatural fiction, paranormal romance

The hoof print on the vic’s forehead told Christie someone had a sick idea of Christmas. Death by blunt trauma to the head.

She and her partners did all they could to gather evidence, the first step in their investigation and then Christie climbed into her cruiser. She was late for mom’s Christmas dinner. No time to change, she’d have to go in her uniform. Mom would chew her out but at least she wouldn’t give any blind date mom had cooked up any ideas.

Main Street glowed red and green. A most obnoxious house sported a singing Santa, reindeer, and dancing elves, on the roof. Dad’s nemesis. She couldn’t see home yet, but she knew what to expect. Could swear she heard the ho-ho-hos from here. Dad never did obey the noise ordinances when it came to his decorations. Why should he, when his daughter was a cop?

Something large darted into the street ahead of her. Christie slammed on her brakes, but skidded into the beast.

Christie felt its body tumble under her wheels. The impact tossed her every which way, despite her seatbelt. Her car slid to a stop, slamming into a massive, aluminum candy cane. She smacked her head on the steering wheel.

Dazed, she could’ve sworn the animal rose up through her hood. A rack of impressive horns grew from its crown. Glowing red eyes studied her through the windshield.

The animal-being shimmered and turned into a half-naked man. He reached through her windshield and tugged her into his warm, furry arms.

“Merry Christmas, Christie,” he said, and kissed her.

Christie accepted the kiss. A feeling of comfort and safety in the heat of him washed over her, a feeling she couldn’t explain. She, just for a moment, thought she could see the two of them alone before a fireplace.

A moment later she felt herself ooze to the sidewalk, alone.

Trembling, Christie got to her feet and searched. Seeing no tracks, no evidence of anything other than skid marks from her tires and the broken yard decorations she’d plowed into, she laughed to herself. Kissed by Dasher. I must be hallucinating.

Dinner would have to wait. She pulled her cell phone from her belt and dialed 911, sure that despite the pain in her head and the taste of his magical kiss still on her lips, she must be out of it. Mom was never going to believe this excuse.


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