Saturday, September 19, 2015

Wendy Griffin "Crafting a Voice from the Darkness"


I'm currently taking an online course at CHERRY HILL SEMINARY, where I'm also the current Resident Artist.  The Course is Voices of Gaia, with Wendy Griffin Ph.D.   Wendy Griffin  is an extraordinary voice for Mother Earth, Gaia, Pachamama.  I was delighted to find (via the course I'm taking) this moving and urgent presentation on U Tube, which I saw when I attended the Conference in January this year.  I am further delighted that Wendy will be invoking Pachamama at the Parliament of World Religions in October.

She summed up succinctly the reality of climate change, as well as pointing out (since we are a culture that places value on money) the economic, political and social consequences coming as well…….the increasing numbers of refugees driven by the loss of habitat and resources (many speculate that the situation in Syria actually  reflects the drought they have suffered for a decade), the rising of all kinds of tribal wars and religious fundamentalism  as populations become increasingly stressed.

She spoke of the "prevailing narratives of our times, the stories we tell ourselves, the myths that we tell today" which include the fact that "our current economic system depends upon indefinite expansion - and a belief that progress through development is the ultimate good and improves everyone's lives."  And that "technology and science will save us".  She pointed out the truly terrifying denial of climate change on the part of Exxon Mobil and the oil industry in support of fracking and the oil sands of Canada.

I was moved and heartened to hear Wendy comment that "instead of these old myths what we need is a new narrative …..toward the behaviors that can create a sustainable, global civilization".    Because "re-mything culture" is at the heart of what I feel the Pagan movement can uniquely address itself to, the very reason I joined the movement so long ago, finding existing structures inadequate. 

"We need to create an understanding of how the world works as a global culture ….. We need to draw on ancient archetypes and tell ourselves new stories....and pagans are in a unique position to do this...........we understand the power of archetypes, the (power of myth making), we create these in our rituals."

I am in no way denigrating the progressive theologians. activists, and spiritual leaders associated with diverse  faiths  who are addressing climate change and the  humanitarian concerns of our times as we rapidly emerge into a global culture with a global crisis.  I am a great admirer of His Holiness the Dalai Lama, and also of Pope Francis.......and so many others who have stepped up to the call of the time, great leaders.

But we are also confronted with religious forces that are fundamentalist, medieval, oppressive in their world views, and  DO NOT include evolution, climate change, women, or cultural diversity in their narrow worldviews.   And like it or not,  they have a lot of power.    Witness the power that evangelicals have within the USA, people who take the Bible as the literal truth, and wish to impose this "truth" on everyone else.  In South Carolina, for example, I recently read that some schools are not allowed to talk about fossils found locally because the age of the fossils, unfortunately, disagrees with the Biblical notion creation's timeline.  

Sadly, this kind of  "truth" also de-sacralizes the Earth and embodied existence (which, since women are generally the means by which people enter the world with a body, provides fuel to the scapegoating of half the human race as well.)   These fundamentalist religious structures were perhaps useful during the dark ages, or to wandering Semitic tribes 2,000 years ago, or the fall of the Roman empire,  but they have not evolved to be appropriate to the crisis of our time.

As an emergent religion neo-Pagans are uniquely gifted with the ability to "re-myth".    Our very creativity is our strength, and our reverence for Mother Earth is the mythos we can further.  The "new narrative" Wendy speaks of  is a task we're up to, we are weavers together in the great work of creating a  "webbed vision".  

And as Wendy pointed out in her presentation as well, this "webbed vision" has to be active, not passive, and certainly not fatalistic.    If the Earth is our Deity, then our actions upon the earth (which includes member of our species as well as all other Beings of the Earth) have to be seen as either desecration or reverence. 

While I was reading I thought of one of my favorite books, THE GURU PAPERS by Joel Kramer and Diana Alstad.  They speak of how many contemporary religions, from evangelical Christianity to aspects of Buddhism to "Guru traditions" to "A Course in Miracles"….. are in their essence   "renunciate" theologies.   In these systems  divinity is placed "elsewhere", be it the heaven or paradise that awaits the faithful ("be in the world but not of the world"This is a prime theme in religions that are  patriarchal, with authoritarian deities such as the Old Testament Yahweh.  Or , more subtly, the message is  that "this is not real", and hence "the real world" is to be found in some diviine, other-worldly abstraction once we are "purified", "enlightened",  or have our conciousness raised sufficiently.    

Human beings are myth makers, and religions are mythic, archetypal systems that help people to concretize the ineffable.  What are needed desperately now are myths/religions that are appropriate to the crisis we have been born into, that are "embodied", that sanctify again the great Community of Mother Earth.  We can't afford "somewhere else" religions, not now.

“Hope now lies in moving beyond our authoritarian religious past in order to build together a sustainable future for all the interwoven and interdependent life on our planet, which includes the human element.  We will have to evolve now into a truly compassionate and tolerant world – because for the first time since the little tribes of humanity’s infancy, everyone’s well being is once again linked with cooperation for survival.

 Our circle will have to include the entire world.”


Joel Kramer and Diana Alstad


Thursday, September 17, 2015

Bridgit Mask




"Brigit never really left Her sacred places. The women of Kildare still refer to her in the present tense.  The Catholics made Her Saint Bridgid, but She is really the ancient Celtic Goddess, the same one Great Britain was named after. Fires are still lit in Her honor, Brigid's well is still sacred. You can feel Her still immanent in Ireland, continuous from the distant past - the Lady who never abandoned Her people, even when they were driven from their homelands to the New Worlds."
Diane Darling

I am Brigid, Lady of the Celts
Creatrix of the Island of Ireland
Midwife to new life in the spring.

Leave a cloth outside your door -
For I shall be abroad on Brigid's Eve
I am Lady of the Flame, Mistress of changes

Feel my hand on yours as you craft your lives
I am Lady of the Well, the deep well
That reaches into the darkness and rises to the light

I am the fount of Inspiration for poet and bard
Call me by my many names: Breezh, Bridey, Brigit, Breed
Sweet Mary of the Gaels, midwife to Christ
When once again amongst us he is born.

I am with you, children of the children of
The Lost Isles, the Western Shores
Far flung, far from your homelands -
I have not forgotten you.

Remember me when the poet sings
When the cow rises from the calving
and the fever leaves the brow.

Raise a glass of golden mead to Brigid,
Lady of the Celts.

by Diane Darling (2000)
Photographs courtesy Thomas Lux



Sunday, September 13, 2015

Music For The Mabinogi


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Here's something I never thought to find on the Web, but I was wrong, a piece of very obscure music Robin Williamson wrote for a production of the Mabinogion,  in 1984, the ancient tales of the Welsh Pantheon.  In 1984 Robin Williamson and theatre company 'Moving Being' staged a 3 hour production of the tales form 'The Mabinogi'.  Some of the music was later released on an album by Robin Williamson.

I listened to that album (which is also below) so many times for years and years.......

To me, this music transports me to another time, a mythic realm populated with the Fey, with Rhiannon, with Lugh, with Pryll, infused with a kind of haunting bitter sweet magic that calls across the years and from some high, half-glimpsed green place in the calling woods. 


Robin Williamson 1984 Production of 'The Mabinogi' 



Robin Williamson - Music For The Mabinogi (Full Album)   



Tuesday, September 8, 2015

The Black Leopard and the Animal Speaker


So many of my friends have seen this, that I didn't think to post it before, assuming it was seen by all.  But this video about a famous South African animal communicator is so extraordinary I just had to post it here..........

https://youtu.be/gvwHHMEDdT0

Saturday, September 5, 2015

Amaterasu Omikami Mask


AMATERASU

 by Mary Kay Landon 

Hail and Awake!
You children of the blue, brown and green earth,
You who tread in space and time.
I come to you today from My shining abode
In heaven
Far away yet so close.

I am Amaterasu Omikami,
The Great Woman Who Possesses Noon,
Ruler of heaven,
Queen of all nature’s forces,
Goddess that is the Sun.

Golden, gleaming,
Startling, luminous,
Fierce — and gentle,
I light your way,
I warm your bones,
I stoke your tired feet,
I fire your imagination.

Without Me
And My brilliance that is so benificent,
The rice and all the other green things of the earth
Would wilt and die.
And there you would squat
At death’s door
Cold — hungry — wicked —
Doomed —
To a fate as premature shadow
In the valley of the dead.

I know, for it almost happened —
Just once.

My drunken brother Susanowo
So angered Me with his bloated pride
I took leave of you.
And hid My light self in a cave,
Refusing to move,
Refusing to come out
Even though outside
I knew
The dark air grew cold,
The plants no longer yielded fruit,
And the World began to die.

All this I nearly allowed —
But the other gods and goddesses,
Facing death, as well,
Gathered outside My cave.
They summoned forth an eight-armed mirror
And hung strings of jewels on the branches of the Sakaki tree,
They muttered ritual sayings,
And the voluptuous young goddess Ama no Uzume began to dance.
She danced —
And danced,
And danced
Whipping up an ecstasy so great among the gods and goddesses
That they began to laugh
And laugh —
Louder and louder

Hahahahaha
Hahahahahahahahha
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Finally I peeked out of the cave,
Demanding to know —
What the fuss was all about,

And then I saw Myself.
In the mirror.
Amazed by My beauty,
Stunned by the luminescence
Streaming off My brow and filling the world
Turning it once again green,
And coming back to Me
In this reflection.

Today I, Amaterasu,
Goddess of the Sun,
Come to you from My shining abode
To bestow upon you two gifts:

But with these gifts
You must also take
The eight-armed mirror.
Hang it outside your cave.
And aim it directly at your soul.

Then,
As I had done before you,
You must venture out of your cave,
Out into My light, My air.
And you must open your eyes,
Into that mirror,
And allow ME
To introduce

YOU  To  YOURSELF

As if, 
For the first time.

Welcome home.

Sayonara.



Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Inanna Mask


INANNA:  The Great Goddess of Sumeria


I am the morning and evening star 
I go down into darkness and arise dancing
I mount the sky to my high throne
The starry heavens are the robe upon my shoulders

I am the loud-thundering storm
The rain upon the land,
The shimmering midday heat
The welcome floods that feed the thirsty land

At the end of day, all creatures lift their eyes to me,
Make love in my name. 
And when sweet sleep has ended
I fill the bedchamber with day.

Once,  I went below
To my sister, Ereshkigal
To the the Queen of Death.

She took my  lapis measuring rod
She took my life into herself
She hung me to rot upon the wall.

But Ereshkigal could not bear the pain of living.
She traded my corpse away
For the promise of healing.

But I arose reborn:

And I returned to the above world.
I took back my rod
And  my crown and my lapis sceptre.
Every year my lover  Dumuzi
Leaves me grieving
to return to the halls of my sister.
The land mourns for Dumuzi.
But he is too is reborn, 
the shepherd of the fields and the  soil
To plough his seed into the Queen of Earth and Sky.

I bring you many gifts:

I bring the arts  of allure and delight,
And flax and cream and barley for your table,
I give you paper and pen, the book, the art of speech.

Oh, my people!

Parade before me in your finest robes,
Sing to me with your drums,
Make offerings to me,
Of incense, sweet-smelling cedar,
Fine, fat sheep, long-haired sheep,
Butter, cheese, and dates.

Return with Me from your shadow lands.
Use my gifts with honor.

Enter My House,
Eat from my table,
Sleep in my bed.
Take unimagined pleasures.

By Mary Kay Landon



painting by John Singer Sargeant

Sunday, August 30, 2015

New Kali Mask


KALI

Once upon a time the world became populated by demons.
They filled the world with their copious greed,
and reproduced themselves endlessly. 

They consumed the light of day, they soiled the air

they ate the trees, they swallowed the waters
they devoured the lands 
with their insatiable greed

Eating, eating.  Fill me!  Fill me!


Until there were no more things of beauty made, 

or new dreams dreamed, 
or children born.

    The unborn ones called to me,

    The ones yet to come:

   The time had come
    to say Enough
    and No More

I am the Goddess of No More!


I, I am the one who devours

I, I  am the eater, fool.

I  am the shadow 

of all those who cannot remember
 how to say enough
and No More

Maybe I just feel like dancing.

Maybe I just feel like dancing......

I, I am the Mother

Of all those
who are yet to come

    Jai Ma

    Kali Ma  


 by Lauren Raine


 When the Hindu Gods could not defeat a plague of demons, they called at last upon Kali.

 Severed heads adorn Her necklace, Her skin is black as night, and Her tongue protrudes from Her black face with the bloodlust of battle, and the immense laughter of Kali, destroyer of illusion, who sees beyond all appearances. Kali's dance is the destruction that must occur for each new beginning. Kali's love is tough love; yet the dancing feet and the flaming sword of Kali are among the most powerful expressions of Divine Love.

I wanted to create a performance for Kali. As I drove to the event, I brought a costume, and snake with me, thinking the snake represented the serpentine energy of the kundalini. But I didn't know what to do.

I went on stage, and read a paper, I just let the mundane despair come out. "I can't stand it!" I said, and then I turned my back to the audience, just breathing, and whispered, "When I meditate, sometimes I become a Goddess......." Then I put on the mask. And a hot, hot energy seemed to rip through me. I turned around, and words fell out of my mouth.

As I picked up the snake, I remember saying, "This is the Kundalini, this is the serpent." I spoke about how we channel that enormous energy into sexuality, but we don't understand that it can rise further into our hearts, our vision centers, infusing our entire being. All of this was spontaneous! I genuinely can't say it was I, Drissana, who did it. When I went into the dressing room later, I was shaking. It was as if Kali had left, and I was just this small, exhausted person, who for a moment had been inhabited by that ferocious intelligence.

Kali is the surgeon. She cuts away what has to go. I ask for that quality when I have to cut something out of my life; an addiction, or a relationship that no longer is about growth. And I ask it be done precisely, this cutting away of dis-ease, malignancy, the aspects that no longer serve. Kali was the last resort savior. When the Gods couldn't kill the demonic forces that ravaged the Earth, they called on a woman's wrath.

We all have the ability to call the Goddesses into ourselves. I can do this in my dance, but in everyday life it's more difficult. That's why I thrive on performance, because I can freely let those forces work through me. What I forget is that we can call on them at other times. We've forgotten that the Goddess dwells within us, all the time, and not just when we wear a mask, or are in workshop, or a ritual. We are, in Tantric terms, extensions or emanations of the Gods and Goddesses - we are their material aspects. We're not bodies that are seeking the spirit, we're spirits that are seeking bodily experiences.

Remembering is a devotional practice. In the Hindu tradition, everyone has a deity they focus on as their personal deity. In the West, as we begin to reclaim the Goddess for spiritual practice, we each need to create a relationship with the Goddess form we have chosen, in order to manifest what we need for spiritual and emotional growth, to invoke the help we need. That practice is not just cerebral. We function out of our whole self, our bodies and spirits. The body-mind. That is where we re-member, we communicate with the Goddess within ourselves.

Women need to become angry. Now.   About the women of Afghanistan, the meaningless wars, the destruction of our environment. The demons of insatiable lust are devouring our planet. Those souls who await the future are being denied their birthright. 

Kali is the catalyst for saying "No more". She's the voice of women whose voices aren't being heard, women who need to open their mouths and speak for the first time. It's time to embrace the sword of Kali and start cutting away the delusions that are destroying our world. This is the ferocious mother who says "get away from my children, or I'll kill you." Mothers today aren't saying that. They're giving their children away. Giving them away to war, giving them away by allowing our environment to be depleted, giving permission to the powers that be to destroy their future. 

This time of change is the dance of Kali.

by Drissana Devananda (1999)