Showing posts with label twinkies. Show all posts
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Saturday, April 12, 2014

Barbarous Words, Bornless Rituals, Ryan Murray, Cursing Witches and the PC Patrol

The PC Patrol and Brian Breathnach
Every once in a while I am happily reminded that I’m not the only apprentice out here who has a real problem with the Church Ladies Under Maniacally Pointy Hats (CLUMPH-ers), known for penning book after book and blog after blog filled with their pretentiously ridiculous rules and regulations:  “REAL Pagans don’t do that,” and “REAL witches don’t do this!” and on and on, to the point where you want to slap most of them upside the head and sideways.

My big explosions on the topic – and typically for moi, I went on and on about it – first detonated on 18 August 2012 , then on 20 September 2012, 13 October 2012  then on 20 October 2012 , then on 10 November 2012 , 16 November 2012 , 17 November 2012, and I’m sure I’ve missed a couple.

Like I said, when I get seriously annoyed by something, I’ll go on forever  - and annoyingly to the point of lunacy, I’ll admit - about it.

So, to bring it up (again), just this week I found an author, Brian Breathnach, who had a somewhat similar point of view,  which is always a delight.  He calls the same bunch of yahoos the “PC Patrol” and his semi-explosion of polite irritation (as opposed to my obsessively major explosions of complete piss-offedness) was published on Friday, 8 March 2013.  I also enjoyed the comments posted after his article – almost every commenter agreed with him.

Note that when he mentions “cursing”, he’s not telling you that “real witches don’t use four-letter expletives”, or most of us would have failed “Witchcraft 101” back when we were in kindergarten.  Instead, he’s talking about casting spells that the twinkies would take a prissy high-brow exception to, because “No REAL witch/pagan would ever zap anyone else with a curse...”.  This is, as I’ve said over and over ad nauseum, a horrific lie.  These women (that’s not being sexist, BTW; the overwhelming majority of these fools ARE women) are feeding you a line of bullsh*t a mile long guaranteed to produce a generation of completely powerless witches, pagans, sorcerers and magicians, who do nothing but make arts & crafts projects all day, go to vicious and gossipy chat circles, light fragrant candles from Pier One and annoy the crap out of everyone within earshot.  They don’t even have the brains to be thoroughly ashamed of themselves for it, and they should.

On the contrary, witches, pagans, sorcerers and magicians do all of those things – curse effectively , bind, cast successful love spells, stick pins in poppets, whatever they feel is necessary, and always have.  Here’s Brian’s take on it:

 “My second issue with the PC patrol is the claim Witches don't curse, magicians don't curse etc. History begs to differ and this is something unique to a modern PC patrol. In any of the traditional grimoires, there are explicit malevolent methods. In hoodoo, and in traditional Witchcraft there is an injunction that a Witch must be able to curse as well as be able to heal. If you go to the Witchcraft museum in Boscastle there is ample evidence for cursing. Even the mammy of Wicca, Doreen Valiente admitted to using a poppet and blackthorn sharps to silence a blackmailer.

For more on the Witchcraft of cursing, I recommend the Ethics of Malevolence by Sarah Lawless.”

Pause for Discussion on The Ethics of Malevolence

[We will now pause for a long-winded and cranky note:  I read this and was immediately annoyed again by some of her a priori presumptions (“Why do we curse? Witches and ordinary people don’t curse because of enraged hissy fits, petty disagreements, or out of vindictiveness and envy (although it does happen) ...”) and some of the prissy responses.

This sounds like another bunch of controlling women telling me what ethics I’m supposed to adopt, lest I behave like a naughty, naughty girl.  “Witches and ordinary people”???  That’s a rather large net to cast, isn’t it?  I’m surprised he even references this.  Her definition of “hissy fits” and “petty” are hers alone, not a universal benchmark that can be used to measure others.  My justifiable anger may be her “hissy fit” and I guarantee you, I’m certain the vice versa would definitely apply.  And how on earth would she know what all “ordinary people” do?  I’ve read of “ordinary people” going stark raving ballistic after being cut off in traffic, so … please.

I am strongly opposed to laying out any guidelines like this.  Reason:  they’re SUBJECTIVE.  One size does not fit all, and her commentary suggests that she sees herself as a universal standard.  Back to the original problem I have with this topic. Every witch, wizard, pagan, magician, sorcerer, whatever should live by their own ethical standards and face their own consequences.  Sorry, Brian, this is just another woman who wants to lay down rules and regs for everyone else and call it “guidelines”, and if you’ll read the comments, she seems to be followed by even more starry-eyed twinkie church ladies who think that’s just peachy.

For those who need a link:
http://sarahannelawless.com/2010/11/17/the-ethics-of-malevolence/

Let Us Continue with Breathnach
“Before moving on from Witchcraft, I would like to take on a very neo Pagan idea of 'threefold return'. This idea has no origins in Traditional Initiatory Wicca (Alexandrian or Gardnerian) from what I understand. It is a random innovation that is an altered Judeo-Christian worldview. If you do something wrong, you'll get slapped hard! If you do good, you'll be rewarded. To speak of this in terms of karma is also painful to hear because there is no such teaching in Eastern philosophy, and the very understanding of karma as retributive misses the point completely. Karma is an expression of the will, acting to align the individual with their true will ...

...And for you, PC patrol who may be reading this, don't tell me, or anyone else what 'we believe' or what we should believe. Uphold what you will, but don't interfere with my will, because I and many others don't believe in a completely literal harm none. With a magician or a witch in company, it might be better advice to 'piss off none'.

(spurned by recent comments that my position is unpagan and has no place in the community. For those who hold such opinions, you are not the community and you most certainly don't speak for me!)”

http://fraterdocetumbra.blogspot.com/2013/03/malevolent-magick-and-pc-patrol.html

THANK YOU!!!   Loved it.  Well, except for the reference to Lawless, that is.

Ryan Murray of Toronto
By the way, I had encountered Brian after discovering another excellent teacher, Ryan Murray of Toronto, while searching for more information on the Bornless Ritual – I was carefully collecting all the information I could about it  – I want to understand and be able to interpret it before using it.  IF I ever decide to use it.

Another Pause for “9 Out of 10 Wizards Can’t Define Barbarous”
On a brief ... OK, not so brief, but important … side-note:  I have been somewhat irked by the use of the term, “barbarous words”, which is always being bandied about and passed forward in connection with this ritual without further explanation.  Yet another example of people passing things along without even questioning them or giving them much thought.

So let’s look up the word “barbarous, shall we?  From the Free Online Dictionary:

1. Primitive in culture and customs; uncivilized.
2. Lacking refinement or culture; coarse.
3. Characterized by savagery; very cruel.
4. Marked by the use or occurrence of barbarisms in spoken or written language.

Loved that last mostly unintelligible circular definition.  So what exactly is a “barbarism”?

bar•ba•rism  (bär′bə-rĭz′əm), n.
1. An act, trait, or custom characterized by ignorance or crudity.
2a. The use of words, forms, or expressions considered incorrect or unacceptable; 2b. A specific word, form, or expression so used.

[Etymology:  Latin barbarismus, use of a foreign tongue or of one's own tongue amiss, barbarism, from Greek barbarismos, from barbarizein, to behave or speak like a barbarian, from barbaros, non-Greek, foreign (imitative of the sound of unintelligible speech).] (Emphasis mine)
Credit where due:  The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, Fourth Edition copyright ©2000 by Houghton Mifflin Company. Updated in 2009. Published by Houghton Mifflin Company. All rights reserved.

So now that everything is crystal clear ... or not ... I suspect that the unfortunate phrase “barbarous words” that everyone keeps mindlessly throwing around – referring to all of the words in the ritual that everyone  has difficulty pronouncing and/or interpreting – are not “barbarous” in the sense of most of these definitions … but derived from the Greek word meaning “non-Greek”, or unintelligible.

That would raise the next question:  are the words “barbarous” because the Greeks who were behind the creation of the original text from “A Fragment of a Graeco-Egyptian Ritual” (Charles Wycliffe Goodwin, M.A., 1852, Cambridge Antiquarian Society) perceived the words as unintelligible or foreign, OR because they were meant to sound that way (i.e., “imitative of the sound of unintelligible speech”?)  If so, would that mean they were incorporated into the text as vibrational intonations – like, “ohhhmmmmm”?  And did that word “barbarous” even appear in connection with the ritual in the first place?

If that’s the case, it would explain why no one is interpreting them, but could anyone have bothered to mention that?  Took me ages to unravel the meaning even this far, when it could have been a lot easier.  Am I chanting cruel words, or unintelligible words, or vibrational sounds?  That would certainly make a huge difference in my overall acceptance of and comfort level with the ritual, don’t you think?

I’ll get back to that in a minute.

Back to Ryan Murray
Ryan Murray’s delivery reminded me a lot of Christopher Penczak, who can season any of his teachings with readings, quotes, experiences, sidetracks, jokes – Christopher was definitely my initial and best choice of someone to learn from – for one, he is local and accessible, but secondly, he is an awesome, knowledgeable teacher (and a friendly and loving person, BTW).  If you’re going to begin learning (or in my case, re-learning) basic skills, you can’t do better than Christopher; Ryan Murray and his You Tube lecture/training series on Thelema run a definite close second.  If their paths matter to you, Christopher is largely wiccan/pagan, as he’s one of the founders of the Temple of Witchcraft, although he is certainly knowledgeable in a wide variety of paths; Ryan is more hermetic and on the Thelema path, while being extremely well versed in others.  So there you go.

My only challenge to Ryan would be to speak a little slower and louder.  Some of his recommendations and comments get lost, because he’s speaking quickly in an effort to cover a lot of material in a short period of time, but he’s so knowledgeable, you don’t want to miss a word of it.  He might also want to repeat the questions he is asked during the lectures:  you can hear his answers to questions, but can’t always hear what the question was.  But those events happen rarely – he is obviously very well prepared, extremely knowledgeable and impressively well-read.  I really enjoyed listening to him, and learned a lot about the Bornless Ritual.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bMWUdyfOv_Q

Israel Regardie and the Same Ritual
In addition to Ryan’s three-part lecture on the Ritual, another of the most useful and informative descriptions of the Bornless Ritual as it is being performed was written by Israel Regardie in two formats:  one in Foundations of Practical Magic, and the other a longer version I'll touch on in my next entry.

I also raised an eyebrow at some of his word choices:

“From a simple primitive prayer to ward off evil, in the hands of skillful theurgists trained in the western tradition of the Golden Dawn, it has been evolved into a highly complex but most lengthy proem, five elemental invocations and an eloquent peroration.  Sandwiched in between them is a Eucharistic ceremony.”

Problems right off the bat, defining our terms, particularly that last one: 

Theurgist:  a magician who persuades or compels a supernatural being to do or refrain from doing something.
Proem:  an introductory discourse; introduction; preface.
Peroration:  the conclusion of a speech or discourse, in which points made previously are summed up or recapitulated, esp. with greater emphasis.
Eucharistic: 
1. Involving a sacrament and the central act of worship in many Christian churches, which was instituted at the Last Supper and in which bread and wine are consecrated and consumed in remembrance of Jesus's death; Communion.
2. The consecrated elements of this rite; Communion.
[Middle English eukarist, from Old French eucariste, from Late Latin eucharistia, from Greek eukharistiā, from eukharistos, grateful, thankful : eu-, eu- + kharizesthai, to show favor (from kharis, grace; see gher-2 in Indo-European roots).] (Emphasis mine)

Obviously, that first definition of “Eucharistic” is not going to work.  In this context, this has absolutely nothing to do (Zip! Zero!  Nada!) with the christian cult’s celebration of their god’s “last supper”.

I suspect we want to look at the Late Latin “eucharistia”, drawn from the Greek “eukharistiā”, having to do with being grateful or thankful, although the words “grateful” and thankful” do not appear in the text.  Nor does eating or drinking.  So I’m not sure where Regardie was going with that opening.  (*sigh*)

ONWARD!

Don’t Look Now, But I Have Tits!

My other issue with every single book or article on the ritual – and it’s a big issue - is the maddening assumption that the performer is always male.

Regardie:  “In the prologue, the operator identifies himself with Osiris by means of the visualized assumption of the Egyptian god-form.  That is to say, he formulates about him the form of Osiris …” (yada, yada, yada).

Cowley:  “I am He! the Bornless Spirit! having sight in the feet: Strong, and the Immortal Fire!  I am He! the Truth!  I am He! Who hate that evil should be wrought in the World!” (yada, yada, yada)

Flowers:  “Note that the body of the working is a summoning ­ but in the course of the summoning the magician is transformed from a summoner to the entity being summoned ­ and ultimately to the god himself.” (yada, yada, yada)

The god invoked or identified with is male, the performers are all male, the authors are all male.  Should I be envisioning and identifying myself with Osiris’s chopped-off phallus, too?  I’m female, you (expletive!) (expletive) nitwits!  (Hey, whaddya know?  Witches DO curse!)

Now true, magicians like Crowley deliberate revised the ritual to be an extension of themselves – which is to say, male – so is that the responsibility of magical women of this generation who happen to be starting on the Hermetic path?

Maybe we should be developing another creation deity (who is identified as female) as the self-identified one in the “Bornless Ritual”.

THAT SAID, as Crowley did, you would want a strong foundation in the Kabbalah before attempting it – which I’ll admit I don’t have at the moment.  [Where did I put that bucket list?]

To be continued.

Saturday, October 13, 2012

Twinkified Witchcraft

The more eager I am to learn, the more disgusted I am by women (and a few men) who use their infrequently useful knowledge of witchcraft (although even that I’m beginning to doubt) to force their personal twinkie-ness down everyone’s throats.

They try to pass off wicca as a form of personal freedom when nothing could be further from the truth – their version of wicca is quickly becoming the nest of a gaggle of anal-retentive, condescending, pursed-lipped church ladies under pointy hats.

I’m not asking for much. Give me a witch. Give me witchcraft. Give me Mrs. Weasley blowing up Bellatrix Lestrange at the end of the Harry Potter series – now SHE was a witch! Don’t give me your twinkie b.s. and call it witchcraft.

These are women who take away your free will by forcing their make-believe morality on you; they force-feed you invocations and chants with the implication that there is some sort of tradition behind it – when there isn’t; they have made it up themselves to make YOU sound like a twinkie. They completely make-up channeling nonsense which is so goopy and girly they make every deity sounds exactly like every other deity – and trust me, they sound nothing alike; it’s just that the women making this shit up have high degrees – hell, they have PhD’s! – in twinkieness.

Example: I made the mistake of buying one of Edain McCoy’s books on Sabbats before discovering that she is so popular among the Irish they’re planning on passing laws to run her out of Kerry on a rail. (Actually, I don’t know where the McCoys are from – I just made that up! And here’s Example #1: if you’re going to make something up – which really is fine – tell your readers upfront that you made something up, affording them the option of adopting your made-up crap, or telling you to blow it out a convenient orifice). So here’s Edain’s invented (although she doesn’t tell you she invented it) way of cleansing a "tool" – an athame, for example – for spiritual use:

May this (name tool)

Be an instrument for my spiritual growth
An extension of my personal energies
Used only for positive ends in worship, in ritual,
and in magick
May the Goddess and God (or name of deities)
bless my work with fruition and abundance
And my life with their love and peace
In accordance with the free will of all ...
So mote it be!

Notice how she twinkie-fied this? I half expected her to stick a graphic of Tinkerbelle on the page as well. In the event that you haven’t had your morning coffee yet, I’ve highlighted her twinkies in red.

She is not talking about activities here, she is talking about ritual tools used on an altar. Why should the tool be an instrument of my spiritual growth? An athame is used for a lot of activities in witchcraft, and I have yet to see an athame defined as a "tool for spiritual growth". Now I can see meditation (among many other things) being used for "spiritual growth", but how often do you cleanse "meditation" before you use it?

Here’s the "Church Lady" part: "used only for positive ends". Really! By whose definition? And what if I don’t want to use it for positive ends? What if I want to blow up Bellatrix Lestrange and make an entire movie theater audience cheer enthusiastically? Is that positive? Or is it negative because I’ve made the decision to rid the world of a really evil witch? Point is: what I use the tool for is MY choice, MY decision, no one else’s. And certainly not Edain McCoy’s. She’s just bombarding her readership of confirmed Twinkies with a battery of buzzwords guaranteed to get their sterile granny panties all dewy: "fruition", "abundance", "love" ,"peace". Again, not her call to make. If I want to use my tool to cause diminishment, dearth, dislike and public disturbances, that’s my call, my decision, and – karmically speaking – something I may or may not have to answer for. My choice. Which makes her line about "free will" downright laughable.

Here’s my version. And – oh yeah – I made it up!!!

"I command this tool to be an extension of my will alone
Make it so." (Or "Abracadabra!" – your choice)


Here's my source for the Irish rebellion against Edain McCoy:

http://www.stopedainmccoy.com/?page_id=31

Back on steroids – again – to open up my lungs, and considering how poorly I do on steroids (see "Bell’s Palsy" entries), I’m steering clear of everyone until the steroidal rage dies down again and/or I feel better.

I had JUST managed to survive the Bell’s Palsy steroids, which made me blow up like the Hindenburg, and by that I mean before the fire ... just the hot air. In the span of a month, I went from "OK" to looking 9 months pregnant, chock full of pissed-off-edness and unable to tie my shoes because my hands and fingers were so swollen. "Not to worry," said my PCP with a yawn, "You can exercise after the palsy goes away."

Unfortunately, no, I couldn’t. No sooner had I recovered from the palsy when the dumb office bitch I mentioned caught a cold, coughed all over me – and gave me a whale of a case of bronchitis. Back on the steroids to clear the lungs. Couldn’t exercise because I couldn’t get enough air in my lungs, so I still looked 9 months pregnant, and was now wheezing and gasping for air. Unbelievable. WHY COULDN’T I GET WELL????

Mr. Signpost pops up: "Oh, by the way," he tweeted cheerfully, "I’ll be signing books in Harvard and in Cambridge."

I suspect that no one has shown him a map lately. Is he holding two different events, or only one – at Harvard IN Cambridge? Point still remains: Thanks to yet another idiot woman, I’m back on steroids and wheezing – mouth still lopsided and I look like the Goodyear blimp. Guy gets sick so often, he doesn’t need ME breathing anywhere near him. More specifically, I look like hell. Oh, this just figures. (*sigh*)

Dream journal: Nowadays, I only seem to remember the dreams I have during afternoon naps. Saturday’s weirdness: a dream I haven’t had since I graduated from the U of M, the "I’m in the midst of finals and haven’t attended class or studied all semester" dream. Usually, it’s a run-of-the-mill nightmare, in THIS dream, I was in the exam room with – who else? – Piero, who was not surprisingly acing the test, and oddly enough, it was a Spanish test. Never took Spanish in college, by the way, only Italian, Latin and Ye Old English ... eth. So, I’m struggling with this final exam, come across a word I’m quite sure I should know, and finally I turned to him and whisper, "What does ‘dejar’ mean, again?"

I couldn’t remember what his answer was, if he even gave one, so after I was awake, I looked it up. Primary meaning: "to give up" (!!!!) Dream interpretation: I don’t know the meaning of "to give up"? In Italian, the phrase is "arrendersi mai", i.e., never surrender, never give up. Where did I get "dejar" from??? And explain the idiocy of my own subconscious: why feed me that message in Spanish of all things?


The other weird moment out of that same dream was the translation portion of that same exam. I looked at the exam paper and read, Translate this into Spanish: "her appearance made him want to move in like the cavalry." I still can’t figure out what THAT was supposed to mean. Sounded salacious, though. And did I ever translate that into Spanish? We’ll never know, will we?

But speaking of universities, considering that I grumbled so much over the Hopwood Awards people at the University of Michigan never even acknowledging submissions, it seems to me that I should also be praising those who do acknowledge submissions. Winning or not winning an award is never the issue – it’s the common courtesy of acknowledging the fact that someone has sent you something precious to THEM, for consideration.


So ... a big thank you to "The Lighthouse" for their postcard with "Thank you for applying!" enthusiastically hand written – and signed by the person who wrote it - on the reverse of the card. No matter what happens next, that card made me smile, and it was all I could do not to frame it for posterity. Take that, you Hopwood Awards people!

Sunday the 30th was the start of the Celtic month of Ivy. A cool, comfortable, rainy day ... the start of the season that brings the leaves down from the trees, so I’ve started my habit of whispering, "Sweet dreams" to my favorite trees – my dogwood outside my office, the trees outside my window, familiar trees along my commute route ...

The Ivy Green
Charles Dickens

Oh, a dainty plant is the Ivy green,
That creepeth o'er ruins old!
Of right choice food are his meals, I ween,
In his cell so lone and cold.
The wall must be crumbled, the stone decayed,
To pleasure his dainty whim:
And the mouldering dust that years have made
Is a merry meal for him.
Creeping where no life is seen,
A rare old plant is the Ivy green.

Fast he stealeth on, though he wears no wings,
And a staunch old heart has he.
How closely he twineth, how tight he clings
To his friend the huge Oak Tree!
And slyly he traileth along the ground,
And his leaves he gently waves,
As he joyously hugs and crawleth round
The rich mould of dead men's graves.
Creeping where grim death hath been,
A rare old plant is the Ivy green.

Whole ages have fled and their works decayed,
And nations have scattered been;
But the stout old Ivy shall never fade,
From its hale and hearty green.
The brave old plant, in its lonely days,
Shall fatten upon the past:
For the stateliest building man can raise
Is the Ivy's food at last.
Creeping on where time has been,
A rare old plant is the Ivy green.