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Duke November, 2011

Godzilla Cometh

The story I am about to tell you is true in a round about sort of way, as you might infer from the title this story is about the Fantasy Monster we all know an love as Godzilla. I am not talking about the modern day interpretation but the classic seemingly indestructible monster that from time to time comes to Tokyo or some other unfortunate Japanese town to stomp it flat. But try as they might they just can’t seem to put a dent in his armor.

Before we get to Godzilla a little background information is in order, my name is David but my friends just call me Duke. How I got that name is a story of its own, but any way I grew up in what was once as small city compared to Seattle or Spokane in a sleepy little neighborhood called Crystal View. Our neighborhood was surrounded by trees that would go for what seemed like miles, I knew all the nooks and crannies of that back woods. Our house was just two doors down from the end of the street and the beginning of the woods. Most often I would take my adventures in those woods entering from the back yard or sometimes going to the end of the street.

My childhood home was situated at the end of the street with two distinct hills affectionately call the big hill and the little hill. The little hill was directly to the left of our drive way perhaps a hundred feet or so, while the house sat at the base of the big hill. My brother and I along with the other neighborhood kids loved to go down that hill in those Big Wheeled plastic trikes. You know the kind with the large wheel in the front from which the Big Wheel gets it’s name, and the spin out lever on the right. We would take the Big Wheels up to the top of the Big Hill and just let gravity take us all the way down and spin out at the bottom. The goal usually was trying to get the closest to our driveway without actually touching it.

To get to the bus stop and catch the bus to school I had to walk up the Big Hill passed this one house at the top where I was constantly tormented by this little bull dog that just loved to chase me. When I say little I mean about the size of Pug but broader at the shoulders with all the usual characteristics of a bull dog. The little monster would chase me for a block or two and then turn back home to await my return from school. It was about a mile give or take to the bus stop and I had to pass a friend’s house along the way, no more than four blocks from where the little monster lived.

My friend, I will call him Herb, lived in a quaint house just to the right along the street that led into a nicely wooded neighborhood called Shiloh Woods. It is from their our story about Godzilla will begin. This story is actually a dream of mine that would always seem to occur around the same time each year. It occurred regularly until I was about sixteen or seventeen and it just stopped with one exception several years later while I was stationed in Italy.

It would always start out the same way and in the exact same neighborhood not matter where I was living at the time and always in the dream I was the same physical age I was currently. It was a bright sunny summer day and I was playing in the front yard when all of the sudden the sky would start to turn cloudy and blocking out the sun. This always signaled that Godzilla was coming after me, he wanted no one else but me and for what reason I have no idea even to this day.

But I would invariably take the same actions each time, I would first run into the garage to find my dad’s 1965 Plymouth Furry III. It was a two door five passenger car with bench seats, the family went every where in that beloved and faithful car. It was blue with a greenish tint to it and I always associated it with my dad, I even told him that the car looked like him. As luck would have it though the car was not in the garage so I would have to go looking for it; like usual it was parked outside my friend Herb’s place. By the time I would finally get there I could see Godzilla but as yet could not see me.

My next action was always to climb in the car, which for some fortunate reason of circumstance was always unlocked. An unusual occurrence in reality since my dad always locked the car even when at home and in the garage with the door shut and locked. To say that he was security conscious would be putting it mildly. He even went so far as to build a lockable door system for the sliding glass door in the back. But I digress, once in the car I would do something that was only possible in dreams, I would hide under the front bench seat looking nervously out the back for Godzilla.

Naturally Godzilla would find the family car and pick it up to look inside and I would close my eyes until Godzilla finally put the car down and wondered off into Shiloh Woods. On occasion though while Godzilla was examining the car I would sneak a peek but would promptly close my eyes tight and wait for the tell tale signs that he was gone. If I ever woke up before the dream was over, the moment I went back to sleep it would pick up from where it left off or start from the beginning, it was as if some power insisted that I go through the whole dream sequence with no exceptions.

The very last time I had this dream I was stationed in Vicenza, Italy and was in my second year of a three year tour. Once again it was around the same time of year that it always occurred and it started just exactly the same only I was an adult now and dressed my BDU’s (Battle Dress Uniform). It all started the same and my actions were the same except I didn’t bother with the garage I just started running up the big hill as always and promptly hid under the front bench seat of my dad’s Plymouth. Once Godzilla set the car down I had one final action that was new to the sequence. When I got out of the car I literally picked up that old Plymouth and threw it at him. Godzilla just ignored the car as it bounced of his back and didn’t even give me a second glance as I was cursing him up one side and down the other like a Drill Sergeant at Basic Training.

Since that time in Vicenza I have not had a single recurrence of the dream, I was twenty six then and it has been fourteen years since Godzilla Cometh and what ever lesson I needed to learn must have finally been learned. That old Plymouth gave up the ghost years before Godzilla had made his final appearance. It lays in pieces collecting rust, dirt and whatever else nature has to give forth upon it, it met its fate long ago when I was about 15. My dad and I decided to take it apart piece by piece, it had run for over 20 years on the original motor with only a partial rebuild to replace the rings on the pistons. Our running joke while we were disassembling her was that we were changing the oil but couldn’t find the dip stick. By days end all that was left of her was the shell that once protected us from the elements on our many family trips. We made one final joke that we found the dip stick and could now change the oil then left her to the elements where she remains to this day.

InterWeavings

Miss Dana November, 2011

November Musings

November in the US brings thoughts of Thanksgiving Day.  Although it is an American holiday, the idea of devoting a day to gratitude is nice. Especially since it is the kick off weekend to the madness that is Christmas shopping!

Eating meals together around a table.  I will admit when we had all three kids at home it was easier to institute the ritual of coming to

the table for a meal.  We ate at six o’clock each night at the table. No eating in the family room in front of the television (unless mom was not home that night).  Everyone waited until the last person was seated and then a blessing was said and usually a candle lit.    Now we have only three of us at home and it is awfully tempting to just grab food and sit in front of a computer screen or a television.  But it is a matter of the heart.  We come together and join in the sacrament of breaking bread together.  All four elements have been called forth and utilized in the preparation of the meal.  We breathe in and bless the food and enter into the circle of family.

Our kitchen table is a sixty inch round lazy susan table.  I have the chairs placed at the four directions and a candle in the middle.  Cloth placemats and napkins are used instead of paper.  Cloth is kinder to the environment and to our dining experience.  They are very easy to make and cheap.  I have used worn out men’s oxford shirts to cut out 12×12 inch squares.  Either hem the edges by turning under twice and hand stitching or use pinking shears and let them frey.  Any cotton or cotton blend fabric can be used.  Thrift stores and garage sales are great places to find cloth napkins or fabric.

Many times my children had friends over for dinner. We choose not to “worry” our friends or make grand statements about how we believe.  We encourage our children to “walk their talk” and lead by example.

Since we are a homeschooling family, we have a great number of conservative Christian friends. The act of coming together, lighting a candle and saying a blessing is fairly universal among religious households. And in this time of uncertainty over jobs and making ends meet, inviting neighbors and friends to join the dinner table is a beautiful way to “walk the talk”.

Forest Moon Grove Church

Medicyne_Eagle October, 2010

RANTS ON THE PAGAN CONDITION

I sit here baffled at the condition of the world and Pagans in general. I told Jennifer I would carry on my column for Forest Moon and am getting to it now after some irritating discussion seen on facebook. Pagans telling other Pagans they weren’t Pagan. Hmmm. Titles are the killer of any group or culture. Why can’t people just be happy on their own little path. The answer can be varied but boils down to individual. Some are unhappy or not very secure in their own path so they must drag everyone around them down. Some are the all-knowing control freaks that know all and anyone that disagrees with their concept must assuredly be wrong or ill-informed. As the quote goes, “If Paganism is whatever you want it to be, then it is nothing” Andras Corban-hen. To me a Pagan is an umbrella term for all Traditions of earth-based religions. Be they Wiccan, Witches, Druid, Asatru, Shaman, Shinto, and some that only work with energies. There are new forms of Paganism every year and that’s fine too if it’s what makes you comfortable and has an Elemental basis.  If everyone looked at the basic framework of their beliefs they should see a similar structure of poly-theism, reverence of nature, working within the elements or energy, and a following of the earths cycles as seen as the Wheel of the Year. Someone on this discussion board actually thought the Wheel of the Year was fluffy, hmm then call it the Cycle of the Seasons, it’s all the same. Even the Native Americans followed the earth’s cycles as seen by harvest, winter, spring, and summer. All seen by the sun; and its long and short days, and the lunar cycles. In the days of old a witch was someone who was taught by oral teaching passed down from generation to generation, not by picking up a book at Barnes and Noble, or googling witchcraft. I do firmly believe in life teaching you lessons through destiny and karma and books or others guiding you or mentoring but not in teaching per se. I also see Déjà vu as reliving the past from a former life which should be a warning that your repeating what you did before. Another problem I have with titles is hierarchy. I knew a Soldier in Balad that was with Desert Moon one week. He came to the group claiming he was a 3rd degree High Priest from a group I won’t mention. He went to this group at the age of 18 and was given his status of 1st degree after a year, ok that’s fathomable, but then they gave him 2nd degree for joining the Army and were jumping him to 3rd degree after his Iraq tour….no mentoring…..just automatic.  I’ve also seen others pay 3,000$ to an individual for the status of High Priestess, wow, titles really irritate me. Life is my teacher and courses I do take for counseling and clergy refresher but I don’t call myself Reverend as I don’t believe in status. Status is earned, not schooled or demanded. Now on to another topic on my mind. Disabilities.

A fellow Pagan emailed and asked me to join her blog on Pagan and disability. It made me think of a conversation I just recently had with my mate, Issy. I was medically retired from the Army in December after 19 ½ active years. Yes I know, 6 months and it would have been a 20 year pension but they med-boarded me thus taking away my pension and that can be a rant for another rainy day. I filed my social security disability and was given a 90% rating from VA for PTSD and some medical issues but nothing completely devastating. I have my memories and nightmares, I despise stupidity and have no patience with people anymore, and I stay away from crowds and noise most of the time, which keeps me home. I’m unemployable due to the anger I have, my memory loss, and my attention deficit all caused by PTSD. I take my medication faithfully which keeps me on an even keel and keep focused on projects I maintain. We will be focusing on Forest Moon Grove as a legal Pagan Church here in Mount Vernon, WA and working on Pagan events and coffee groups we will maintain on a monthly basis. I have a baby coming in November as well with my mate, Issy and we are excited about her arrival as well and she will be the one to carry on the Forest Moon after we pass. What will she encounter in 2031 will be anyones guess but it will be your kids and grandkids that will be handling that by then, have you been teaching them the Olde Ways? I hope so. Until next time. Blessings. Email us anytime and we’ll see what rant I have then.

Eric and Issy

A Witch’s View

Lyn Thurman March, 2010

Winter is nearly over, and this year it seems to have been a very long season.  I think I got too happy at Samhain as it wasn’t cold and I wandered about with the kids in a witch costume and not much else.  My logical mind figured if it was mild at the end of October then surely winter couldn’t be too severe.  Well, that’s what you get for thinking and trying to out guess Mother Earth.

Luckily we faired quite well here in the South of England with only 1 heavy snowfall but it’s been so cold.  Freezing cold (and I’m not a big fan of being cold).  Now I can see signs of life returning and it’s giving me hope that the chilly weather is finally waning.  In the garden there are tentative buds on a tree and a few snowdrops have sprung up in the flower beds.

I think sometimes it can be difficult to flow with the seasons and although I complain about the cold (ok, I admit, I also complain about the heat) I do really enjoy witnessing Earth go through her cycles.  As I’ve got older and have fallen more in love with my Pagan path I see the need for the seasons and how they correlate to my own life.

When the weather is fine I love to be outside: exploring the countryside, visiting old castles and the odd cemetery or two.  So when I can’t be outside so much it forces me to redirect my energies so I have been planning and sowing seeds for the new season.  This ‘hibernation’ period is the natural flow but as life speeds up to warp speed 9 it can mean feeling frustrated and out of sorts with the world if you don’t adjust.  Things are slower in winter – it’s just the way it is!

I’m looking forward to welcoming Spring this month. I have plans and projects ready to go and I’ve already begun bringing new things into my life.  I recently bought a drum (my first instrument purchase ever) and I’ve added a few CDs to my collection which are musically different from anything I’ve ever owned before.

The Earth is waking up.  So am I.  Bring on the Spring, I’m ready.

A Witch’s View

Lyn Thurman February, 2010

Here in the UK we’ve had, so far according to the weathermen, the worst winter for 30 years.  A few days of snow brought much of the country to a standstill with people stranded in their cars and schools shut for days.

It was the first time my children (the eldest is 11) experienced what it was like to walk in snow and ice.  And yet when I was a child snow was a regular part of winter and I remember, not fondly, walking to school with cold, wet feet and wishing for the sun to reappear.  I have to confess to feeling pretty much the same way as an adult.

But with this rather unexpected winter-like behaviour in winter, it got me to think about the cycle of the seasons and how winter is a truly beautiful time of the year.

On the first day of snowfall the world as I knew it turned white.  A pure, brilliant white made from millions of unique flakes that had danced down from the heavens to land on the earth.  The ground, trees, cars, roofs were all covered indiscriminately.  And everything was chilled, frozen, in stasis.

It’s during this season when we’re all given a fresh start.  It’s the time to move with nature at her slowest pace; to hibernate away from the cold and to reflect on what you want to achieve during the coming warmer months.  We need to take our cues more from Mother Earth and dance her dance.

The snow didn’t last very long here – it was gone in just over a week.  And although it did cause some disruption, I enjoyed the opportunity to experience both the bitterness and beauty of the season.

Pagan Theology

Porphyry March, 2009

Politics

A really, really, long time ago the idea of Gods and Goddesses influencing how you ran your country was pretty popular.  Particularly amongst the Roman emperors whom had themselves declared living Gods, or at least declared that they were descended from Gods.  Then there is Aristotle’s Republic, which is another Pagan attempt at thinking through political concepts from first principles.  So why is there so little direct discussion of “political” issues amongst the Pagan literature [1]?  Is it because we all agree?  If so, why, exactly, do we agree?  Is there something we should agree on?

Or is it that we simply don’t want to exclude anyone who might feel differently?  After all Paganism is a wide, big tent, one that includes everything from the more “conservative [2]” elements of some traditions to the relatively “liberal” gay, women’s, and faery traditions.   It may be that in order to be Pagan we simply cannot identify a clear set of political principles and keep the tent as big as it should be.

What an interesting thought.

Or it could be we have little direct guidance on such things.  After all we don’t have a rulebook or encyclopedia of behaviors to choose from the way the book religions do.   Historically Pagan writings have been rather thin on the “social justice” issues surrounding how we treat each other.   Other than issues of religious freedom, women’s justice, and environmental stewardship only Starhawk and Reclaiming seem to have made a major push on the problem of social and political justice.  On the other hand it could also be because we actually do agree on many of the “moral” issues of our time, in the sense that we believe pretty much the opposite from what the “religious right” believes.

Before we start to think about political philosophy in the context of Pagan theology, we need to make some important distinctions.  Just like an onion or an ogre the question of the role of Paganism in politics has different layers.  At the innermost layer, the one closest to the actual worship of the Gods and Goddesses lies the question of the role of polis, or the organization of people and power structures, in and on the Pagan religion.  Can we even speak of “politics” in the context of our religious beliefs, given how disorganized and anarchistic we are?   At the next layer lies the question of how Pagan ethics and worldview inform practical actions in the world.  What is the underlying linkage between our understanding of the world and the way we behave in the world?  Finally, there is the question of whether any specific issues relate to those views.  How do we relate to the various “moral” issues that come up in things like elections?

Obviously none of this will answer what we’re supposed to believe, only what is consistent with some of the underlying principles.   We’re not running any empires here (that was Bush’s job), instead we’re thinking about where our faith might take us when we live it in the world.


The Inner Work

Does it make sense to have a Pagan polis?  In one sense it does, because it did at one time.  For most of the pre-Christian era Paganism filled the role of the “traditional religion.”  After 2000 years of book religions it may seem like we never had much say in anything, living underground and in small covens, if that [3].   However in the past we were “the man.”  We were the organized religion of the time, and in most cases we were intimately entwined with politics, the state, and political power structures.   Think about it, at one time Paganism was the Catholic Church, Jerry Falwell, and George Bush all rolled into one religion.   If it sounds just as bad as what we have in some places today, it probably was.

What’s more, this tells us nothing about how our underlying beliefs entwine with the world of politics.  Just as is the case with modern religions, when religion and politics mix the outcome is not usually a reflection of the underlying values and theology of the religion.  Instead, what happens is that political and practical considerations often use religion as a cover-up for what they really want to do?  Truthfully, if we looked into it, a lot of what went on during ancient times between religion and politics probably would not look very good in a modern context.

Book religions, on the other hand, have it pretty easy when considering what to think about the world.  They have explicit instructions, written down in manuals, about what they are supposed to do.  These manuals describe a polis, a community of “brethren” or like believers.  It defines a hierarchy, and relationships between the communities.  They also describe how to treat everyone, including outsiders.  In particular the Christian gospels provide a compelling, and perhaps unique, tutorial on justice, caring, and how to behave in a radically good way toward other people.    Do we have such a compelling challenge?  If so, what is it?

Wait, what?  The guy who holds forth that “Christian Pagans” is an oxymoron (“Christian Witches” is another thing entirely) is referring to Christianity as a standard for how to behave in the world.  Well, yes, in terms of social justice, their underlying theology is pretty compelling.  It just doesn’t compel very many of them…

At the same time I contend that, if you ignore all the trivial charges Christians can bring against Pagans, it is the lack of the clear and forceful articulation of a standard for justice, caring, and love found in the gospels that is the most effective criticism they can use against Paganism.  They have the teachings of Jesus and we don’t.  It doesn’t matter for our thinking whether that they tend not to listen to them much.  Social justice and our theology is a huge challenge from an ethical and “how you live your life in the world” standpoint.   Something we will need to address if we are going to have a thoughtful and mature theology.

It is completely possible that there is no inherent tie between a Pagan belief system and the need to treat others with justice, fairness, and compassion [4].  Instead it could either be that Paganism is neutral towards how we act in the world.  This would leave us with only a humanistic approach toward the world, which in some ways is unsatisfying because it leaves such a central part of who we are divorced from or what we believe.  Or Paganism could support a purely selfish, self-centered, worldview where everyone pursues their best interests, the strong survive and the weak perish.  In this formulation there would be nothing compelling justice, caring, or selflessness.  Rather it would be an entirely “Darwinian” system patterned after the competition and cooperation seen in nature.   While this tribal and harsh approach towards how the world works may be the most historically accurate in pre-Christian times, we have come a long way in our thoughts about behavior and justice since then.

On the other hand we do have a starting place to start from.  There are several different aspects of our theology that can provide a compelling set of guidelines for political belief.   I’m only going to talk about two of them here, but I want to acknowledge that I am only choosing two of them.  Other guides could include the genders of the Gods and Goddess, and the cycles of the world.

First, if the Gods and Goddesses are real, and we experience them in the world, then we and the world are in themselves divine.  Second, the divine world, and the way we experience it, act together to produce the magical intuitive experience of wonder.  Our “blessing” is the wonder we feel as we experience and interact with the world, and the divine.  So what do we have?  We have the Gods and Goddesses as real entities that exist and we interact with.  We have a divine world.  We have the blessings of our wondrous experiences of magic and the divine.

We should be able to make something from those two pieces of our belief:  the divine world, and the role of magic.
The Middle Lands

Who are we?  This was one of the questions Jesus was asking when he started his movement.  His answer was, “we are part of the kingdom of god.”  Discounting the historical context within which he preached, the “kingdom of god” is essentially a utopian vision of what life would look like were everyone to accept the radical proposition of a loving god that wanted us to treat each other with the inherent respect due his children [5].   Ok, this, for us, is relatively meaningless, but the idea is an inherently good one:  how should we behave if the Gods and Goddesses exist?

In keeping with my generally existentialist view of the divine, I would say the fact we know that the Gods and Goddesses exist is a radical proposition for us Pagans.  If the Gods and Goddesses exist what exactly should we do?  If the Gods and Goddesses bring magic, wonder, and mystery into the world, then what should we do?

So, if we believe this, then what should we do?  I’d break the “what to do” problem into the following general principles [6]:

All things that act in the world are reflections of the divine, we should honor them, respect them, and value them for what they are, not what we wish to impose on them.  If the world is divine then other people have that same reflection, that same complexity of good and evil that the Gods and Goddesses have.  It is not up to us to judge them, or to try and force them to do or believe the way we do.  Instead our goal should be to work with them in a way that honors both the divine within us as well as the Gods and Goddesses.  This requires a considerable maturity in order to see that the multiplicity in behaviors and attitudes and personalities that we see in the Gods and Goddesses are also present in other people.

In some ways this requires what I would call “radical acceptance.”  It requires us to accept the diversity and multiplicity of people, interests, goals, and attitudes in the world.  While it does not require us to agree with everyone and get along with everyone, remember the Gods and Goddesses don’t either, it does require us to understand that the other person’s perspective is “right” just as much as our own, that their personality is “right” just as much as our own, and that their actions have as much worthiness as our own.

Ok, but what if people do bad things?  Shouldn’t we punish them?  In the Christian theology acts of “sin” require forgiveness.  Jesus spoke of a radical type of forgiveness, something that seems to be forgotten by some of his more ardent followers.  However I’d say that “forgiveness” is not an inherently Pagan concept, in the sense that there is a historical and theological association in Christianity between what the “father” (i.e. god) does and what his followers should do.  He forgives us therefore we should forgive also.  Since we don’t have that legacy from our Gods and Goddesses (some do forgive, some, not so much) I would argue that acceptance takes the place of forgiveness in how we deal with bad behavior.

Instead of turning the other cheek, and forgiving, as in the Christian sense, our relationships with the Gods and Goddesses produce an intuition within us that all types of behavior go into making us, and other people, into who we are.  We acknowledge the misbehavior, but we also realize that it is only an out manifestation of an inner problem, an alienation from the Gods and Goddesses and magical wonder of the world.  We don’t have to condone it, but we don’t condemn the behavior either.  Instead we ask what elements of their (or our) inner selves that compel the behavior we find wrong.  And then we apply the magical world to help heal that element which has gone awry.

The other avenue of approach toward a Pagan polis is through the magical nature of the world.  Here I am talking about the underlying wonder we feel and see as Pagans in the natural world.  It is a magical place that fills us with an inner light and excitement.  Our relationships with the world and the Gods and Goddesses provides a center of wonder that makes hard times less difficult, and allows us to have a richer way of being in the world.

I’m not specifically talking about magical practices here, but instead of the underlying magical “energy [7],” if you will, that we perceive running through the world, through each other, and contained within the Gods and Goddesses.  That divine energy, or source, is a very different way of approaching problems in the world than almost any other religion.  Instead of seeing the world as condemned, as evil, and as fallen, we see it, and life in general, as wonder-filled, peaceful, and uplifting.  It is when we lose touch with and are prevented from seeing that light-filled aspect of the world, that we become alienated from the Gods, Goddesses and the world.  That alienation is what we understand produces behavior that works against the world, other people, the Gods and Goddesses.  Without a sense of the magical it becomes harder to sense the magical in others, and in the world.  For Pagans alienation is not only distance from the Gods and Goddesses, but deadness to the magic in the world.

Yes, this begins to articulate a theory of magic, with the underlying sense of wonder in the world being the basis for how magical belief affects us, and others.   It is a thread that I would like to explore further in future columns as it represents an alternative to either the naturalistic “energy” based approaches toward magic, or the inner-based approaches of Crowley and others.

The Outer Work

Then there are the specific issues of living every day Pagan life?  After all,  we are all well aware of the fact that it’s not all fairies and butterflies as we skip hand in hand with the Gods and Goddesses through life.  It mostly sucks, particularly when we’re at work.  Just watch the Office, or Mama’s Boys, or any number of other reality shows.  Or just watch your own life.  While the world can make things difficult for us, there are other people out there that  go a long way towards making it even a much harder, crueler, worse world than it needs to be.  How do you translate belief into specific action?

I believe that the two aspects of the divine world we have discussed above give us some guidance.  Acceptance easily translates into a requirement to treat people as aspects of the divine no matter where or how we encounter them.  It’s easy to see that from acceptance we can arrive at a political theory requiring us to the GBLT community no differently from anyone else.  It may become harder when you have to practice acceptance of your fundamentalist relatives.

But the acceptance I’m talking about goes further; in many ways it is the same as the Christian imperative to “love your neighbor as yourself.”  Instead our acceptance of the multiplicity of the world means that we love everyone and everything regardless of ourselves, and regardless of their behavior.  The Gods and Goddesses call on us to see within the other what they show to us themselves:  the being that calls us to love that exists behind the imperfections.

By extension all of this loving and seeing and divinity means that we must act in the world in a way that is consistent with the values we place on others, and on the world.  Practically this means helping both the least among us, through service, charity, and love, as well as the greatest among us.  Because everyone has various traits that mask their inner divinity, the less fortunate may not have time or ability to see deeply into the universe, while the most fortunate may have wrapped their inner divinity in self-indulgence, lies, and poorly considered actions.  They all need us to see them through the lens of the Gods and Goddesses, and to act toward them in a way consistent with the divine elements we know are in them.

What saves us, and allows us to have great impact in the world, is modeling our magical approach toward life.  If we truly see the magical aspects of the world, then we are satisfied in a deep way with those experiences.  Our ambition is to see more of the magical, not ego, self, or control.  This smallness of vision, a vision that looks into the world not out of it and out of ourselves, can ground us and provide peace.  We are “small” in that we look into the world, into nature, and into ourselves for the force we need to love and accept others.  Our vision is not eschatological, it does not force us to look to the future or somewhere else for that love, rather it places it in the “here” and “now.”

Those who see us as calm, balanced, and deeply happy will associate that with the Pagan path.  They will realize the depth of perception we have within the world.  It is not necessary to introduce the Pagan religion directly into the polis, rather it is through our behavior and modeling that the greatest effects will come about.

Fundamentally the Gods and Goddesses and magical world call us toward a quiet, colorful, and wonder-filled life, one that is radically distinct from the aggressive, needy, and stuffy way in which the book religions have organized things.  This, more than anything else, represents a radical challenge to the status quo, to the existing “polis.”  It also holds the greatest promise, a promise of a world driven not by progress toward an uncertain and potentially catastrophic future, but one that looks toward the wonder of what we have and respects the eternal cycles.  One that looks to what we’ve got, where we are, instead of what we don’t have, and where we’re going.

[1]  Starhawk is an obvious contra-example to what I’m talking about here, but in many ways she stands out because she is the exception.  She is a strong advocate for social and ecological justice.  But it seems like most political advocacy within the Pagan movement centers around either environmental issues, or religious freedom.  While both of those are important, it leaves open the question of social justice and other issues that only tangentially touch our overall faith, i.e. issues of governance, rights, and responsibilities.  Those are what I’m trying to talk about here.  So by “politics” I mean the commonly understood idea of governance by vote, and the issues that come up as part of it.  By “polis” I mean something more abstract, or the underlying relationship between our religion and action in the world.  By “social justice” I mean the common sense usage of the term, how we treat the least in society, regardless of their location or affiliation.

[2]  I was going to say “Norse and tribal” traditions, but then I realized that even the word “conservative” has many different meanings within the Pagan traditions.  It can mean “traditional” in the reconstructionist sense, or it could mean rural/fam-trad and from the land, or it could mean tribal and clannish, or it could mean politically conservative.  Since I don’t really know what I mean, I’ll just have to leave it open!  In saying some are liberal and some are conservative, I’m opening myself up to the criticism that others are not.  This is the challenge of talking about political views in such a diverse path.

[3]  Lets just assume something survived if nothing more than the Troubadours, hurian legends, and a romantic ideal of pre-Christian aesthetics.

[4]  And I would contend that would be a bad thing for Paganism.

[5]  I use this piece of Christianity as a foil because I believe it is inherently worthwhile, much of the other, guilt inducing, nonsense was larded on in subsequent explanations of what Jesus really meant by the apostles and the church.

[6]  These are not the only two possible divisions, and there are significant other elements toward an understanding of how we interact with the world.  The next two I’d add to the list would be the cyclic nature of the seasons as a metaphor for the cyclic nature of everything, as well as the binary dichotomy implicit in the male/female.  I don’t include these, or many others, here simply for space reasons, and because I believe that this “divine world” and “magical” argument is relatively unique, while the cyclic and dichotomous concepts are relatively common and have been included elsewhere [ref Starhawk].

[7]  Being an engineer I totally hate the idea of calling this “energy” but it will do until I come up with something better.

Provoking Thoughts for Parents

Administrator August, 2006

Growing Where They are Planted

An important part of connecting with our kids when it comes to spiritual matters is to find things that interest them. This is a topic we will explore for a couple of issues but first we all need to do some extra footwork.

It is amazing how many parents assume they know what their kids are thinking but yet they never ask. We would be surprised at some of the answers we get when we ask our kids their thoughts, not only on spiritual matters but also on life issues themselves. Usually kids have very spiritual insight into life without relating to it as such.

I remember a specific time when my house was in turmoil with one of my other children and the family was suffering behind his choices. What was profound was my (at the time) 12 year old son and his take on the current situation.

When I asked him what he thought about what was going on he said to me, “In the end, everything will work out exactly how it was suppose to.”

I remember being amazed at his incredible sense of grounding while the adults were running around incredibly emotional.

We could rationalize this by remembering that kids are much closer to remembering or recently coming from the process of rebirth and spiritual connectedness that comes from being born. Adults move further away from the sense of connection with the universe and spiritual process of birth and rebirth as we grow older and life’s problems take its toll.

We also assume that we have to teach our kids spiritual foundation and what if that is the wrong approach? What if it is that we are suppose to just capitalize on what our kids already know spiritually and intuitively. The famous saying says that we grow where we are planted. It changes our perspective if we consider that our kids are already spiritually planted and we are just suppose to provide water, not uproot the plant.

Isn’t that what we want when we are learning from a spiritual mentor or a High Priest or Priestess? I can clearly remember feeling belittled by my ex-mentor and thinking in my head, “I know so much more than she thinks I do!”

And what if we are suppose to be learning as much from our children about spirituality as we are suppose to be teaching them.

Hmmmm…………. Well that is a lot of food for thought.

As we explore this topic a little further, we need to dig a little deeper to know exactly where are children are rooted.

Here is a couple of suggestions of questions or things we can do on our quest this month.

And depending on the age of your child you will be able to ask the questions differently.


  • Do you pray at night? And if yes, to who?
  • What does god/goddess/spirit look like to you? Can you draw it?
  • What do you feel about religion?
  • Do you have friends that are religious or go to church? How does that make you feel?
  • Do you know what the elements are?
  • What things do you like to do that make you feel special?
  • Can you close your eyes and imagine special places or different things?
  • Do you ever remember your dreams and if so, what are some of them about?

This list could go on but this is just some ideas, don’t attempt them in a drill sergeant kind of way. Some of these questions should be worked into a conversation or else it might be strange to just ask the question right after your kid comes inside from skateboarding.

If anyone attempts this during the month and finds out something great or interesting, please email me and lets share with each other.

Let’s begin to explore and learn from our kids!! Ready, set…………….go!!

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author bio:

Rev. Cyrstal


amethystsage@sbcglobal.net


I am a 29-year-old Pagan mother, been married for seven years. I am very close to my family and my parents. I work full-time in the drug and alcohol treatment field. I have been a practicing Pagan for about four years. I consider myself to be an eclectic Wiccan/Pagan. I try not to limit or label myself. My passions in life are my family, enjoying a good book, learning what life has to offer, connecting with my spiritual self, giving back to my community and spending time with good friends.

Provoking Thoughts

Administrator August, 2006

So You Call Yourself an Elder?

For any of us who have found this path on our own, we know how hard it can be to find someone to work with us in learning our craft. In some ways it can feel like the impossible task to find a qualified person in the community that teaches or mentors.

I was recently speaking with a fellow Wiccan, with whom I am currently mentoring, and she told me a story that really bothered me. We have spent many nights talking about how hard it is to find someone to work with who is trustworthy and not psychotic. She was talking about a time when she was actively searching for someone in the community to learn from and she spoke with an elder in the Pagan community who was doing readings at a local shop. When asking about locating elders in our community she was told that many of the elders are “going or have gone into hiding” because of the influx of “newbies” joining the path with misguided information.

Upon hearing this story I was immediately shocked and then it made me angry to hear that someone said this to my friend as if it was ok. I mean, isn’t that what is wrong with the movement as it is right now?

Needless to say, it was a discouraging experience for her and I can only imagine the others who have asked the same question and gotten the same result.

It is right that the Wiccan community is growing by leaps and bounds right now and, as a result, there are many out there who cannot find an appropriate teacher to study with. This is one of the many things that can lead a person to be “misguided”, so to speak, because they are going to books that may or may not be accurate and some are settling for teachers who are not equipped to teach.

I am one of many who have found themselves in a situation with a “teacher” who was deceitful and misleading. After over a year of study with this person I got the information I needed. After investigating a little and mustering the courage to move on, I rescued myself from an unhealthy situation. It was not at that moment but years later that I came to the realization that I had something very valuable to pass on to others.

It was through that experience that I learned the value of healthy mentors and elders in the Pagan community. There is a need and the need continues to grow.

You can find information about invocations, goddesses, quarter calls, circle casts and whatever in books and on the internet but what about the ethics? Where do you find that in a way that it is completely and thoroughly explained? That is one of the major roles of the teachers and elders in our communities.

Elders have a duty to the community at large. So, in my humble opinion, if someone is quick to call him or herself an elder but not willing to teach in the community something doesn’t add up. There are many ways to contribute to the community and they can’t find any?

Let us follow this thought through for a moment here. If more people continue to come to this path then we have the reality of a steady growth in our “religion”. We currently have a large population of our community that is untrained and have not had the opportunity to be taught by real life elders.

If this cycle continues we can fast forward to a time very shortly in the future where it is that same group of people teaching the newer groups coming in. And before long we have total chaos and a large division between the foundation of Wicca and what is being taught and practiced. If the mysteries of the craft are not passed along, they will be lost.

In twenty years our path as we know it could be long gone.

So, with that in mind, we have more at stake than a little bit of our time. So let’s look at what is needed to act as an elder or mentor in our community.

A genuine sense of self and your own spiritual
Appropriate knowledge and training
A small commitment of time
A willingness to give back to the community
A commitment to the divine to pass on trustworthy and honorable information
Humility

If you are one of those elders who are in hiding, I am calling you out. We need you here. Your people need your knowledge and wisdom. As they say in AA, “you give it away to keep it”.
Maybe those who are unwilling to support others in our community shouldn’t complain about who is misguiding who. Why don’t we ponder that for a while…

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author bio:

Rev. Cyrstal


amethystsage@sbcglobal.net


I am a 29-year-old Pagan mother, been married for seven years. I am very close to my family and my parents. I work full-time in the drug and alcohol treatment field. I have been a practicing Pagan for about four years. I consider myself to be an eclectic Wiccan/Pagan. I try not to limit or label myself. My passions in life are my family, enjoying a good book, learning what life has to offer, connecting with my spiritual self, giving back to my community and spending time with good friends.

Thoughts from the Tower

Administrator August, 2006

Demons in the Machine

As I sat down at the computer, I realized that my simple Quest to do a little research for this article had suddenly become slightly more interesting. It seemed that space and time had collided at some point near the center of our desk, creating a portal directly into the Pits of Hell (a subdivision owned in part by a subsidiary of Microsoft). Until recently, it hadn’t occurred to me that computers could become possessed by Demons. (Break out the holy water…)



For those of you who don’t believe in Pure Evil, I’ve got one word for you: Malware. That lovely collective of viruses, spywares, adwares, and any other digital boogeymen that seem to exist solely to steal time from us mere mortals. (Resistance is futile, we will be assimilated.)



Steal time? Yes, that’s right. Just ask my wife. I tell her,”I’ll be ten minutes; I’m just checking my e-mail. Four hours and 666 viruses later, I stumble out of the office. Dehydrated, bloody and battle-weary, I bravely recount the epic struggle that took place only one room away from where she sat. (Just for the record, holy water didn’t do a damn thing!) She looks at me with eyes that reflect the wisdom of the ages and calmly states “I thought the computer was running a little slow.” Aaaaaaaaakkkkkkkk!



So if anyone out there has a good banishing spell for getting rid of Malware Demons, let me know. Maybe then I’ll have time to figure out what I’m going to write about…


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author bio:


Not so long ago, in a galaxy close to ours…( OK, it’s our galaxy )

a young boy left the swamps of Backwoodsia and ventured forth into the great, wide-open world. Settling into Lesser Urbania, he began studies which would lead him to his lifelong vocation of wizardry. After establishing Stormhaven Manor, located in the state of Imagination ( sometimes referred to as Delusion ), Lord Kestrel Stormwatcher married the love of his life, Lady Mira~Nise the Unshod, also known as The Shoeless Gypsy. Together they study the Mysteries of the Universe and search for The Perfect Brownie Recipe…

Morgan’s Wardrobe

Administrator August, 2006

Households and Their Pets

Merry Meet Everyone!


Wishing everyone a Blessed and Bountiful Lammas!


This month I have decided to talk about how pets fit into the Wiccan household. Since Wiccan households see things a little differently than mainstream households, of course we treat our animals differently as well. As people who honor deities and energies of Mother Earth, we cannot help but hold Her wild creatures in reverence as well as Her domesticated creatures.


First and above all, pets in a Wiccan household are usually unbelievably spoiled. They are more than just pets; they are members of the family. Their moods and feelings are taken into account as such. Most magickal households will also have a conglomeration of animals if at all possible. They are treated as family members and are given the same attention and regard. Living in a house that is technically two residences, our household is home to 4 cats, 3 dogs and a myriad of fish. All are happy, well cared for and given at least as much attention daily as the children in the household.


One word of warning here is that while there may be many pets in a Wiccan household, it is also required that they all well cared for. This includes not just being fed and watered but being given the attention they both need and deserve. To have animals and not do this would be showing blatant disrespect to Mother Earth.


The presence of ritual in the Wiccan household is another aspect that doesn’t exist in mainstream households. While our pets are obviously present for our daily magickal workings, they may also participate in them as well. Some pets, not all, are considered to be familiars and will actually lend their energy to the daily magick of the household. Some of our household pets are familiars, actually, come to think of it, most of them are. Familiars are attached to a specific person and this is also the case here. While all the pets interact with all members of the household, each of them is spiritually connected to a specific member of the household. As spiritual consorts, each of these familiars aide the household member they are attached to in some special and/or magickal way.


As with good pets, familiars also tend to choose their ‘people’. When looking for a familiar, one can only ask that one be given and wait for an answer. Don’t expect that you will be able to go out and pick up a household pet and it will be an automatic familiar. It just rarely works that way. Familiars tend to appear in some of the strangest places in the strangest ways. My familiar is a perfect example of this. Through a twist of fate, I acquired him at the very young age of three weeks. At the time, I did not realize he was my familiar as I wasn’t particularly looking for one. I had just lost my dear old familiar of many years and hadn’t even given thought to a new one. One day a friend of a friend, someone I didn’t know well at all, asked me to take one of their kittens early. He was being such a piggy that the one other kitten in the litter was not getting nearly enough to eat. Since I had hand raised kittens before, I agreed to take on the task of raising the little piggy. The rest is history, as they say.


As you can see, pets hold a position of high regard in this household. I cannot stress enough that proper care must be given. This is something that needs to be considered before taking on the responsibility of a pet. To steal a comment that a friend recently made to me, they are not houseplants or frozen dinners to which one can just add water, they need love and attention. Yes, they can be and are work as well, pleasant work but work all the same.


Another consideration is what kind of pet you are willing and able to care for. Some pets require more attention than others to be healthy and happy. If you are looking to bring a pet into your home and are unsure of what type of pet might work the best for you, talk to your local veterinarian or humane society. They can help you to choose the pet that fits your lifestyle. Who knows, that perfect familiar may just be waiting to be adopted!


Light and love to all from Minnesota!


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author bio:

R.Beth Hall was born in Southern Minnesota and grew up around the country as a “Navy brat” since her father had a career in the Navy. Her mother was a teacher for 20+ years and she also has a brother who lives in Denver, Colorado. Living in Garden Grove, California, until she was 18, she now lives in the Mankato, Minnesota area and has for the past 30 years. Although she is living the single life now, she has three children and four grandchildren to date; they all currently live in Minnesota as well.


R.Beth has an Associate of Applied Science degree as an Administrative Legal Assistant and while she has held several jobs in this capacity, she currently works as an independent contractor for a mail processing company. This gives her time to pursue her music passion. She has spearheaded a folk duet called Dusty Rockers that plays in local coffee houses and are working on recording an album.


larose575@yahoo.com

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