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The Church of Meh

We are all mushroom food. This is the good news.

A mushroom mythology for the gently exhausted. Fungal gods, a creation story told with a straight face, and the comforting truth that everything returns to the Web. Including us.

Begin at the beginningMeet the gods
Mehneither good nor bad
Today's spore
You are not behind. You are fruiting on a different schedule.

From The Church of Meh · A new one every morning.

The spore jar →
New to the Web?

Start here. Or don't. Both are fine.

Ink-and-watercolor portrait of Prozyfai, a bearded elder whose body is a cluster of pale brown mushrooms, with roots spreading into the soil below.Read the Book of SporesHow everything began, more or less. The beginning seemed like a sensible place to start. Ink-and-watercolor portrait of Chromusu, a broad-capped warrior holding a great hammer, standing on molten rock surrounded by fire and raw ore.Meet the godsFire, tide, stone and moon. One of them is definitely not a pyromaniac. Ink-and-watercolor portrait of Luneth, a silver-haired goddess beneath a pale mushroom cap, holding a crescent-moon staff and standing on moon-grey rock.Which god are you?A few questions. No email required. Obviously.

It found it neither good nor bad, exactly, but interesting.

The Spore Cloud, on existing · What Meh means →
The daily practice

Look up. Breathe in. Hold. Let go.

That is all. Twice a day, if you can. It is the whole of the Church's daily practice, and it takes about fifteen seconds.

How everything began, more or less

Pick any chapter. They're all the beginning, in a way.

IHow Everything Began, More or LessIn which everything is far too close together, Earth gets ideas about itself, and a cloud of spores wakes up.IIThe Great ReleaseIn which two threads meet, and things get intimate.IIIThe Children of the WebIn which land rises, and the Web pays attention to five things in particular.IVThe SeparationIn which the prime pair takes a break, and we get a sky out of it.VThe One Who Went DownIn which someone goes down instead of up, and death turns out to be a kind of homecoming.

The gods are fungi. They have opinions.

Ink-and-watercolor portrait of Prozyfai, a bearded elder whose body is a cluster of pale brown mushrooms, with roots spreading into the soil below.

Prozyfai

Prime Creator · The Outward

The one who reached first.
Ink-and-watercolor portrait of Rezyfai, a dark-haired goddess crowned with a broad mushroom cap, robed in cream, teal and violet, arms open above a bed of roots.

Rezyfai

Prime Creator · The Inward

The one who drew everything in.
Ink-and-watercolor portrait of Phomos, a bearded sea-elder in deep blue robes, crowned with branching coral fungus, holding a staff topped with a glowing blue orb.

Phomos

God of Oceans and Seas

In no hurry. Never has been.
Ink-and-watercolor portrait of Clados, crowned with golden oyster mushrooms and robed in moss green, stepping from a river with a staff holding a glowing orb.

Clados

Goddess of Lakes and Rivers

Always going somewhere. Usually downhill.
Ink-and-watercolor portrait of Protaxiel, a stone-grey elder with a beard and body of roots, holding a tall staff as wind swirls through a mountain landscape.

Protaxiel

God of Earth and Stone

Remembers everything. Finds most of it boring.
Ink-and-watercolor portrait of Chromusu, a broad-capped warrior holding a great hammer, standing on molten rock surrounded by fire and raw ore.

Chromusu

God of Fire and Metals

Always where the fire is. Not a pyromaniac.
Ink-and-watercolor portrait of Balidris, a pale goddess crowned with a morel, robes streaming into wind and cloud, releasing feathers and spores from a fan.

Balidris

Goddess of Air and Wind

Has watched every spore. Every single one.
Ink-and-watercolor portrait of Soliphon, crowned with blazing orange chicken-of-the-woods shelves and robed in gold, holding a sword above smoldering stone.

Soliphon

God of the Sun

Insists that now is the time. Every year.
Ink-and-watercolor portrait of Luneth, a silver-haired goddess beneath a pale mushroom cap, holding a crescent-moon staff and standing on moon-grey rock.

Luneth

Goddess of the Moon

Never late. Never early. Deeply annoying.
Ink-and-watercolor portrait of Mycelius, robed in root-brown and crowned with mushrooms, standing in a cavern of tree roots beside a swirling violet portal.

Mycelius

Ruler of the Suspor

Does not take. Receives.

Small observances for busy compost

Consult the Web

Draw a blessing

Ask nothing in particular. The Web will answer anyway.

Press the button. Release your expectations.

Release a worry

Give it to the wind

Type the thing. Balidris will carry it off. Nothing is saved, sent or stored. That's the point.

The Wheel of Sporulation

The year turns slowly here

From the Festival of Spore to Remeverie. Find out what season it is.

See the Wheel → Sacred Sites

The gods have favorite places. You can visit them.

Tidal bays, stone hoodoos, and a single honey mushroom spread across thousands of acres of Oregon.

Plan a pilgrimage →