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WIDDERSHINS Volume 2, Issue 4 Mabon, 1996
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Widdershins - Mabon, 1996 - Volume 2, Issue 4 * Statement of Purpose and
Publishing Information (#01#) * Blessings from the Heart - an interview
with Beaver Chief (#02#) * Never Thirst - by Miriam Harline (#03#) * Zen
and the Art of Berry Harvesting - by Amanda Silvers (#04#) * Spider Womans
Legs - by Asuraya (#05#) * A Summer Walk to Dream - by Jim Sun Weed (#06#)
* The Incredible Magick of Massage - by NightOwl (#07#) * My Trip to the
Burning Man Festival - by EarthDancer (#08#) * Understanding the Burning
Times - by Bestia Mortale (#09#) * Earth-Magick, Culture, and Ritual -
by Erik van Lennep (#10#) * The Healing Earth Tarot Deck - by Vivienne
Moon (#11#) * The Broomstick: A Travel Guide - by Tiger von Pagel (#12#)
* Book Reviews - by Vivienne Moon (#13#) * Blessings of the Corn Mother
- by Brighid (#14#) * Calendar of Pagan Days and Events (#15#) * Calendar
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from the Heart by Amanda Silvers interview Beaver Chief is a Northwest
Native American Indian, of the Lummi, Coast Salish and West Sannish tribes,
who is a wise man, teacher, healer, singer, storyteller and all-around
funny guy who is very serious about spirit. He is a very powerful teacher
and has been my friend for several years, and I always learn, laugh and
have a great time with him. Amanda: When we planned this issue, I thought
of you, but you were out of the country. I had a hard time getting other
Native Americans to talk to me, even those who know me. Why do you think
that is? Beaver Chief: A lot of our people do not know how to explain what
it is that they are doing because they don't know the jargon yet. That's
not what they were brought up to do, to be that bridge. They don't know
how to bring it out in words that people can understand without twisting
them around. There are certain things that I don't do, and sometimes I
don't even explain why I don't do them. Some things I cannot bring out.
I can bring out the drumming and the healing of that and other things.
Then other times you can't shut me off. It just starts coming out. We call
ourselves a family of bucket mouths; we start going and you can't stop
us. But the question was - why didn't these people want to communicate?
Because they couldn't. If they try to talk about it, to them they're dissecting
the spirit. That's what I feel is the truth, the deep-down truth. They
could have all kinds of things on top, but when you get down to it, that's
what it is. A: Beaver Chief, tell us who you are, where you come from,
what you're up to. B: This reality - I am a native American Indian person
indigenous to the Seattle area and up and down the West Coast. We're known
to a lot of the different tribes because our family were the Indian doctors.
We didn't call ourselves shamans or anything like this they're called Indian
doctors. What makes it really different is that we also have the Women
Warrior Chief Society inside of our tradition. Also I come from the Clown
Tradition. That's who I am, and this is the work that my family has done,
and people have recognized us. We don't ever recognize ourselves too much,
but people recognize us. Then on the other side of reality I come from
5000, 10,000 years ago actually 33,000 years ago, if you want to get really
precise. I come from a star system and landed in an area called now Lopez
Island. We came here to help this planet when it needed it. We've been
helping all along. I always tell people that I know that I'm a spirit "being
human" in this time and I make a lot of mistakes, but I realize my
mistakes through learning from them. A: Did you find yourself called to
be a spiritual teacher? B: I always knew - because I came in through the
other life knowing. I came from a place of being really holy to a place
of being really spiritual, and what that means is that I get to "do
the dance." Before I just enjoyed the dance, and I had to pray a lot
like one of those monks or priests that don't do nothing except to pray
and do the ceremonies and that's it. You don't get to dance with the beautiful
goddess. You don't get to experience them in the hot tub. You don't get
to do all those things because you're the priest or you're that holy, and
that's where I came from. Now I'm into the place of being spiritual, so
I get to do the dance. I get to touch and get to be touched. I get to experience
because it's a sign of the times, also. A: Do you consider yourself a shaman?
B: We don't actually use that word. They're called Indian doctors - and
that's what my family has been called. It's like when somebody comes to
us and says "Should we call you an Indian or a Native American, or
what do you want to be called?" I say, just call me Beaver Chief,
okay? A: So does an Indian doctor do journeying work, taking people along
on astral journeys? B: That's a different kind of doctoring. Usually, we're
helping the person not to be sick. There's different kinds of Indian doctoring;
that's why we all work together with other Indian doctors or other medicine
people. But we don't usually call ourselves that (medicine people). In
the Northwest, we consider everybody as being medicine people. But there's
only a family of Indian doctors and a family of Women Warrior Chiefs and
Men Warrior Chiefs. I let the people call me out instead of me calling
me out, and the healing actually comes from the spirit. A: A lot of white
people are doing sweat lodges, and I find that very interesting. Anybody
can build a lodge and build a fire inside it and invite people to come
in, but does that make it a sweat lodge? B: No. More and more, people have
to look at where a person is coming from who's saying that they're a teacher.
I'm not saying that they're not, but look - where did they come from, how
did they get here? Because when you go into a person's circle of energy
and they're bringing out something, you've given your power to them, so
to speak. Especially sweat lodges; people are always doing sweat lodges.
Find out where the sweat lodge teacher is in their life, where they've
been, where they come from and how they're doing. A: When a white person
does a sweat lodge - is he or she doing an Indian ceremony? What do you
think about that? B: You have to be guided to know the ceremony, to know
it correctly so that you don't hurt somebody. I believe that's what's happening
nowadays is that it's available. You can get the things, but you still
don't know how to do the ceremony. So you need your teachers, you need
your guides, your gurus - you need that. If they're building their sweat
lodge in the Northwest, depending on where they are going to build it,
they need to talk to somebody that's indigenous to that area and find out
how to build the sweat lodge that connects to that part of the area, how
to bend the wood that goes on it. There's a certain way everything's set,
even the hole where the fire goes. It depends on what area you're coming
from, because every area has its strong energy. And if they say that they're
doing a sweat lodge from Scotland or Ireland, they need to go there and
really learn the teachings of that sweat lodge, because there are sweat
lodges back there and old-time things. You can still do it here, but you
have to really study it and understand where your power comes from. A:
I know the natives in this land have many different creation mythologies.
Would you share yours with us? B: There are a lot of stories that I know.
Lummi people's creation story is that we came from a distant star, but
a lot of the Lummi people don't know their own creation story - they go
along with everything else because it's been hidden, and they haven't earned
the right to carry it. So what I talk about, a lot of people don't know
about, except the real old people, like they have to be at least my mother's
age or older. Our family comes from a family of chiefs. There were different
chiefs, brothers actually; they were all spread out in different places
to be the chiefs of those areas. That's why I have a lot of creation stories
in me, but the one that I like to talk about is our "sound."
That is the sound of giving thanks to our creator, and that sound came
from the creator. The changer was creating everything here on the planet,
bringing all the different beings to the planet. The whale people were
already on the planet; they walked (upright) on the planet. Scientists
found out five years ago that whales used to walk on the planet, but we
already had this in our creation story. They would always think that we
were telling them some myth, but they're starting to understand that we
never talk about anything that we don't know. They're starting to know
that we experienced it, and that's how it's passed along in the oral tradition,
and it's real. Some people have claimed that it's myth because it helps
everybody else to put it inside of a bracket so they can be comfortable
with it. Sooooo... the creator was bringing all the beings to the planet,
and the great whales were walking on the planet, and they could make a
sound that would even make the great cedar trees bend over. Everything
worked together, and the changer was bringing all this here to this planet
Earth. The whale people made this sound that went around the world (makes
whale-like sound). They heard that this new being was coming here, this
fragile being that was called the first human being. So the whale people
said, "We'll go into the water so we'll not hurt the human beings
that are coming, because we want to take care of them, because we all love
one another. And the changer's bringing them here for some reason."
So they went into the water, and the first human beings came, and they
heard this, that the whale people sacrificed being on the land and went
into the water so they would not hurt them. So the first human-being people
said, "We give thanks to you, and we'll always remember you by creating
this sound for us." (He makes the sound "oooOOOOaaaahhhhh,"
while holding his right hand out, palm out, then bringing his hand to his
heart and putting it out again.) They still make that sound that travels
all over the world, and Jacques Cousteau recorded it, and it does travel
underwater all the way around the world. That's the reason why we make
this sound, to break through with the whale sound to the creator's realm
so that we can send our prayer there. And the great creator puts a blessing
on our hand, and we bring it back to our center, to our heart, because
we believe that all of our life is from our heart. I'm Northwest Coast
Salish; there's interior Salish too. Our teachings come from the ocean.
A: Do you think there's any cross-influence of spiritual practices among
the Northwest tribes, the Plains tribes and the Eastern tribes? For instance,
the Sioux, the Lakota, do much different things than the Northwest people.
B: Yes, it's just like the sun and the moon. The sun gives of this light
that the moon reflects and absorbs and reflects to us. So we get the sun
energy, but it's actually the moon. It's the same - but it's different.
(The interaction between tribes) is the same way. Without the Lakota, we
could never be; they saved us with their teachings by being massacred,
being exploited and by being first. There's a lot of Indians here that
are feeling really hurt by what's been happening, but the thing is that
there is a solution to it, and it's working together. Also acknowledging
the hurt that our people have had, so we can get on with it, because we're
not asking for our lands back. We're asking for acknowledgment of our hurt
and to take care of our land, to take care of the trees. These are sacred
beings to us; it has always been like that. A: How important is the preservation
of your native language and script for your spiritual traditions? B: There
are some things that are not used because they are put into a sacred place
of being. Only the people that are taught it keep it; they keep it sacred
for later on. The teachings that I'm bringing out now, the way of our life
has been allowed to be brought out by the Women Warrior Chief Society.
At a certain time, we'll bring them all out, but right now they are put
away. My mom says for all you people out there who are learning everything:
"We still have something for you, if you get out of line." (Laughs.)
A: One of the things I have noticed is when white people try to get together
in communities, often fights and factions start, and then the community
splits. This seems to be human nature for whites. Can white people learn
from the indigenous people here how to come together in a tribe or community?
B: The only way that we can learn from one another is first to know that
we are all brainwashed into thinking that we all need to be individuals,
and not with one another as a whole. This is what I have been working on,
helping people to realize that we have all been brainwashed and when you
tell someone something long enough, they start believing it. This is what's
been happening here in the U.S., and that's the reason why (whites) split
and they hurt. In order to live together, you have to work on that. It
takes a little bit of unraveling, but if the person is there 100 percent
in the moment when you are bringing out something like that, they get it,
they really know it. You know - to like, respect and love each other and
then to live with each other, tell each other what's sacred to one another.
It's an ongoing thing; it's not something that you do and you have, you
know, and then you're complete and that's it (laughs). That's what everybody
tries to do. They go to a workshop - I paid my 10 dollars, now I want it
to work. They decide, I still feel unresolved. Well, of course, 'cause
it is an ongoing thing in your life, and you have to know that it is ongoing.
A: Do you have particular holidays in your tradition? B: We don't call
it a holiday; we call it just giving thanks, and that's all of our life.
We honor seasons; we honor planting seasons, the fish harvest season. We
honor it with ceremony the same as you do, but we don't tell everybody;
we just do it. It's an everyday thing. Like we believe that Christmas is
every day for an Indian - we're always giving and receiving gifts and enjoying
each other, and this has been one of our ways always. Giving thanks is
like that every day for our people, so we don't have holidays really. A:
How about Full Moons and New Moons? B: A lot of Indian people don't do
things on full moons because the energy is so strong. It's a personal time.
I was one of the only Indians who made everybody scared, because I was
doing Full Moon drumming circles and energy was shooting through, going
everywhere, having a great time. I was just having fun and enjoying the
energy; everything was happening, and it just was great. Why I liked it
so much was because that's harmony, it's really harmony, when everything
is happening and you find out where you fit. Some people think that harmony
is peace, love, tranquillity. That's part of it. But the other part is
like, wooo, ah, eee, uh, oo, uh, ooo, and you find out where you fit in
your environment, whatever environment you're in. And that's something
that as a native person myself, I've been able to do, fit anywhere. And
that's the reason my name is Beaver Chief. My name didn't come from Hustler
magazine. It was given to me through a ceremonial way, inside a sacred
gathering, and it was because I make home wherever I am for my son and
whoever is with me; I just make it my home. I've been called a lot of different
names, some I'd rather not talk about, and the only reason I kept Beaver
Chief is because one of my great uncles is named "Thukson" (spelled
phonetically), and in the Lashutseed language, the name "thuks"
means "beaver." And this person who gave me the name didn't know
nothing about my great uncle. A: I've heard you talk about your philosophy
about money. You don't go to a job every day. How do you live, and how
do you get what you need and want? B: I live on donations for what I do.
Lately, I have been going through businesses to do drumming circles. Sometimes
I suggest a donation, and if the people at the business need to have some
kind of money come in, usually I have a suggested donation. But usually
it's just on donation. It usually will come. And sometimes people just
will feed me, give me dinner or give me something, cars or something like
that to get me along. A lot of times, like the telephone situation, you
can't send these things that people give you because you don't have no
money. What I've been explaining to everybody, money is just energy. It's
a current of energy that somebody has already earned. They want you, or
what you do, in their presence, so they give you money or something. So
it's energy, it's an energy exchange. That's what I know, and that's what
I've been bringing out. And I say, you make a house, you give them some
energy, some money, and it makes you a house. You're the greatest alchemist
here. You make it into a car, wham! There's a car. How did you do that?
You just exchanged this funny little paper that you got called money, and
you got this car. If you think about how deep that is, we're all so powerful
here on this planet right now, but we don't know it. That's what's really
strange. This is a gift, and I hope people really understand this, deep.
Not just on top, not just "Oh yeah, she's doing this, and that's good."
A: I know this is not your particular tribe's mythology, but what do you
think about the White Buffalo prophecies? B: I think it's very important,
because it's a prophecy that's being confirmed. And this is a confirmation
for the whole world. It's like when the whales walked on the planet, then
Jacques Cousteau comes along, or some scientist says that yeah, whales
did walk on the land with their feet, they had little feet. And it's just
telling everybody, get ready, because there's more to come. Also, I would
like to add that it confirms something to me, that I know when the world
was destroyed by water, as they say, that was a physical sign. And the
world, when you talk about it being destroyed by fire (in another prophecy),
it's a spiritual plane. It's not the world in the physical sense. It's
the world that we've made inside of each one of us. We've created our own
worlds that we live in. We have to come out of that. The only way we can
come out of that is for a spiritual flame to burn it out of us, so that
we can come to what's real - what's real meaning that the circles have
to be connected, but they still have to keep their individuality as far
as circles. It's so powerful. I feel that the buffalo having changed from
white to black to red, all the colors, it's a confirmation of all this.
And there's more to come yet. A: What do you think about the current intense
interest in native culture, art and spirituality? Do you think it's a good
thing, or should the white people do their own thing? B: There's like two
questions inside there. I believe that it's a good thing that everybody's
aware of it. But I believe also that they should look really where it comes
from and again, who's putting that artwork out? If it's put out by people
that are just studying for art, and they're doing great artwork, that's
good. But if you want something that's created in a spiritual sense from
a native, indigenous person, we're talking about a different thing here.
I love art. I love great artists. I love them to do anything they can,
because it brings back beautiful things. If you want to go authentic, now
we're talking about a spirit thing. Not that they can't do it, it's just
that they have to do their own spiritual art. There's a difference to me
between spiritual art and art. It's not that the art doesn't have a spirit,
it does, but it's not brought out in that way, it's brought out in another
way. It's not an indigenous kind of a spirit. (Laughs.) Beaver Chief tries
his hand at defining art. A: What do you think of people who write books
and claim knowledge of native traditions and secrets but are really frauds?
B: What I believe is that you have to watch out what you ask for and what
you are saying that you are, because something will come to you. People
are learning; no matter how it is, they learn something. Whatever that
is. Maybe it's to be tricked or something into learning really that they
need to be themselves and that they need to do this. I believe that it's
terrible that they have to lie, but it's good in another way because it
helps other people. There's been many people who have actually really experienced
the real thing after setting their frame of mind into wanting to experience
it and going to seek it out. I went to Amsterdam just a few weeks ago.
When I was there, I met a man who calls himself "Bear," and then
he started calling himself "Sunbear" and he was brought out there.
When I heard "Sunbear," I had to go see that guy, meet him....
A: I thought Sunbear was dead. B: He is dead. But this man is bringing
out that name again. He was brought over there by the Queen of the Netherlands
to do his artwork. It was found that he does really great artwork, so he
stayed over there. I met him. This man that brought me over there to do
a circle always wanted to meet this man, this Indian man. He does airbrushing;
he's a good artist. He wanted to meet him for a long time. But he could
never get him. When I got there, this man got right on the phone with me,
this Bear, this Sunbear. And I talked to him, and I said, Sunbear, yeah
I know he's dead. He was my friend. I met him before, and I know that he's
dead. That's why I wanted to hear your voice and know who you are. I woke
up after the first day I met him, when he came to meet me, I woke up with
this on my mind and on my lips: "conquistador." And I said, ah,
yeah, okay. I went to dinner at this Sunbear's house a little bit out of
Amsterdam, and I was sitting there looking at all his beautiful things,
and there were beautiful women, these sophisticated Dutch women. We were
there at this very big place that he had as his home, and I told him, you
know, I woke up this morning, and I knew I would see you this evening,
and I woke up with "conquistador," and I didn't say it with a
good taste in my mouth. And it wasn't morning breath either. It was like
I didn't feel good. And he said, "Right, my father was Spanish."
I said, oh, okay; that's what it is, then. I wondered and kept with that,
and we all ate. Then we were meeting and at the table he gave me an eagle
feather - that was very honorable, and he gave me a medicine wheel made
out of porcupine quill. Beautiful work. It was a very high honor. I took
it, and I said thank you. I sang a song for it. That's what we do when
we give beautiful gifts. Every gift is beautiful to us. This went on, and
the man turned to me, and he said, "How many people came to your Full
Moon drumming circle?" I said about 30, 40 people. He said, "You
need to have 3000 people there, and you should be in the media. And you
need to cut out this sacred stuff. That's like you're on a crusade or something.
Just tell the Dutch people anything to get the money. You want a children's
art center, you want your home. You have to cut out that sacred stuff and
just get with it. Get with it and tell the Dutch people anything they want
to hear to get the money." I said, Excuse me, you don't even know
who the fuck I am. You don't know what I'm about, you don't know that if
I can plant a seed in one Dutch person, since I'm in their land, and it
grows, even later on without me, then I've done my work, and that's good,
and that's perfect, and they're going to remember it for all their lives,
and it's going to touch them. I said, I'm going to have to give you back
this eagle feather and this gift until you can understand what this means.
Maybe you know the gesture on the outside, but you don't know nothing on
the inside. I said, you can have all your money, you can have all that,
I wouldn't touch your money. This is not what I'm about. What I'm about
is working through the spirit. You don't know who I am. He looked at me,
and he said, "Well, if that's want you want. Good luck." I said,
I don't need luck. I have blessing, and that I need. A: Do you find the
whole "New Age" mentality offensive? If so, why or in what way?
B: Personally, I just find it offensive if people don't dig no deeper than
that. I find the New Age philosophy actually is old-time teachings brought
into a new space. I find it very important to have it there for people
to use it as another step to get to their higher self, consciousness, their
higher ability, their highest potential in this life. A: Like when people
go to channelers? B: I tell people I'm channeling Beaver Chief. How am
I doing? This is it. This is as good as it's going to get. People just
look at me, "Oh, I never thought of it like that." You're making
this being, that you call yourself in this time, real. But are you? We
see you, because you've done a good job. We're actually spirits being human.
We're actually bringing ourselves more and more in here. If they want to
call me their teacher, that's all right, but that I feel their greatest
teaching comes from within themselves, and that I'm just pulling off little
layers of things blocked. A: If you had to choose one thing as the most
important issue right now, what would it be? B: It would be overpopulation
on the planet. Understanding how we are very sacred and how we need to
treat ourselves as being sacred and that the overpopulation on the planet
is creating disharmony for us and is not working for us. And I don't mean
not to have children, I mean to be mindful and to have the spirits brought
here that need to be here to help this planet, and not just going out creating
children without thought or no ceremony. Overpopulation I think is one
of the most destructive pollutions on this planet right now. How they used
to deal with that is wars, but since we've become a little bit more aware
that we don't have to go to war no more, we've been making more babies.
Babies are great, I love them, but we have been making them without our
minds, our intentions or anything. A lot of spirit beings, they don't belong
here; they just came though because they thought it would be fun. I believe
in sexual energy being exchanged, but I don't believe in everybody actually
having intercourse. But that's another thing that I use, sexual healing.
I use it through my hands, though my being. Because I believe that everything's
a sexual energy. Flowers, everything. We all have that, but we haven't
been able to use it together. We've been taught to not touch each other.
You watch people on buses; they do all these things to stay away from each
other because they think that's the correct way to do it, because they've
been taught and brainwashed, bringing us back to the first question, brainwashed
into being this individual without no touch. But as soon as we touch, as
soon as we hold hands and become one in a circle, we start feeling this
power, and you know that it belongs to everyone and it's one power. It
comes like that, and people have to really realize that they can change
anything with their thoughts. When you come together in a whole, you can
really move things. You can move things in a positive manner. And I mean
positive for the whole, like everyone. Sexual energy needs to be coming
up inside of each person. Like this food that we have here. We have strawberries,
grapes, cheese, crackers, donut holes; we got chips; we got all these things.
And everything is very sensuous and very sexual, but people wouldn't admit
to that. They'd just say it's food. But to me it's like beautiful, all
these flavors are dancing, and they want you to eat them. But it's important
to work this energy up and to use it in a good way. A: I know you've been
traveling quite a bit; you mentioned you went to Amsterdam. Where have
you been, and what are you doing there? B: I'm doing the same thing that
I'm doing here, but in a different way. I brought seven flags with me when
I first went to Europe. I made up these flags myself, and the flags were
of the four colors - one of our creation stories again, of the four races
we knew on this side, the red, the black, the yellow and the white. I put
together these big flags. Then I had a hand put on there in leather, a
open hand, so we come in peace, we have no weapons. The hand was on top
of a big cedar tree. Then there was a green ribbon and a blue ribbon hung
on the side of this, and the green ribbon was for new personal growth,
and the blue ribbon represented the healing that needed to take place amongst
all of us. Then I had the white at one end and the red at the other end,
and in between the black and yellow, because that's our thinking, that
the white and the red are at the other spectrum of light, but it's all
together actually. It was all threaded together with a red thread; that
was the energy of the Earth, the blood of the earth, bringing us all together.
So I brought these seven flags, I had this vision, and I stopped in England
first. In London, England, I went there and I planted one there over by
the House of Parliament. I was wondering why there was all these bobbies
there, these policemen there, kind of acting like they weren't watching
us, but I could feel them watching us. And I picked on this little tree
that was inside this park, little cute tree, and I put my flag on there.
I was planting the flags in the name of all indigenous and aboriginal people
on this planet to take back their power, to be responsible for their actions
and reactions. This is what I brought out, and I brought that there. I
moved back about 15 or 20 feet, and there was this big marker on the ground,
and it said, "The Queen herself, on her 30th year of jubilee, planted
this tree with her hands." That's why they were watching me. Then
I looked, and behind this tree, there was a camera panning it. I didn't
even notice all this stuff when I was tying my flag on there. It was on
her little tree, Her Majesty's. On the tour, I ended up in Paris, I planted
one at Notri Dame. And also inside of Amsterdam, when I was there the first
time. A: So you're going back. How do you travel, and why do you go? B:
I have a circle there, and I do the work there. Because there the people
have been treating me very kind and wanting to know and very respectful
to understand. Not all the people, but the people that have been coming
to experience the circle. The thing is that people are hungry out there
for something other than what they have, because what they have is a lie.
They've done their best all their life to work with it, but it's been a
lie, and they want the truth or something of that. What I represent when
I go there is a part of that truth. They're saying, "I'm sorry what
our people did to you and your people" and I'm saying to them, thank
you, thank you, but we can get on with it, and we can live together and
we can do some drumming together, we can do some healing together. I told
them, come to Seattle, everybody looks like you there. I'll introduce you
to some of them. We'll have drumming circles together. A: What do you think
will happen in the year 2000? Do you see the Christian prophecies of the
end of the world or some of Nostradamus' prophecies coming true? B: Well,
I personally feel that everyone will be in the right place at the right
time, doing the right thing, and if you worry too much, then you're going
to be in the wrong place, because you're going to be going where everybody
thinks they should go and not feeling where you need to really be. And
everything is going to happen, but it's not going to happen exactly how
we expect it to happen. And we shouldn't expect anything, and all the stuff
that they're talking about - let them talk and live your life. Why the
mountain - Mount Tahoma, Mount Rainier - hasn't blown up is because not
everybody believes in that, and the key people I guess are the ones who
are keeping it from blowing up. If somebody's worried, I always tell them,
well, if they own land, or cars, or stuff like that, or houses, I tell
them, why don't you give your house to me and your land - you wouldn't
want to sell it to me if it was going to be underwater, would you? I tell
them, why don't you just leave the area that you think it's going to happen
in, and make yourself happy? And if there's no place on this planet to
go, then I'll help you leave (laughs). I've got a friend who's got a saber,
a dagger, and I can help you with this. If you want to leave, I can do
the ceremony (laughs). But that makes people say, "You would?"
A: You're such a nice guy! But what can we do? What can people do to better
honor the Earth and Sky and all of our relations - and how can we better
honor you, Beaver Chief, and your tradition and the traditions of indigenous
peoples? B: To be respectful of the land that you're living on. To take
care of it, as it is your own, like you take care of yourself, or ever
better than you take care of yourself, I don't know. But to respect the
place that you're at, wherever you are. To respect the trees, to respect
the rocks, to respect the crazy birds (points to Amanda's squawking tame
jay), to respect everything that's in your life. Because by doing that,
then everything will be brighter, everything will start coming together
in a good way, working together for a higher consciousness. By just taking
care of your plants, by saying, "Out there, I have the best-tasting
blackberries. And then over here, the plums and the figs...." This
is giving energy to them, to say, "Yeah, yeah!" They get really
into this healing mode of being happy. Then you say, "Over here, I
got a hot tub." So you really live here, you really are here. If more
people would do that, everything in the whole would come together in their
life, because then they would start realizing just what they have here.
They have everything. They don't need nothing else; they have everything.
And to realize that you're just really happy. You're happy with the ceremonies
you can create within and around your own home, because you've already
done that, and to keep that up. That's the thing that I feel is really
most important, is to realize that wherever you are, that it's safe here.
I think that's how we would say it. I think that all of these things are
to love and respect where you are, and what you're around, and if something
engages you, engage it. Engage it in love and peace and whatever. But if
something engages you not in love and peace and harmony, then you look:
What is that? What's going on? Like if a group of bees came over here and
tapped on your window, and said, "Come on out here, we're going to
sting you." What is that? Talk to those bees, treat them as individual
beings and find out what the heck you're doing. Maybe there's somewhere
here that was their home, and we pulled it down. How do we work with that?
Maybe we can give them another home. Then that way, they would always protect
your home, their energy. There's a lot of things that we can do. Talk to
the little animals that come in and out of the house and around the house,
you talk to them. Like, I don't like spiders personally, in my face, I
don't like them just hanging like, I'll wake up and they're like, "Hey."
No, no, no, no, don't do that to me. I don't like that. I don't like them
running around like when I'm watching television, and I'm laying on the
floor, and one looks like bigger than my foot and it runs by, and it acts
like I can't see it inside the little shadow when it stands still, and
it runs again. I tell them, you can do that when I'm gone, you can run
all over the place and do whatever you need to do, but hide yourself when
I come in. If they keep on doing it, I tell them, if you come back in here,
I'm going to kill you. Then you're going to come back as something else,
and you might not like what you come back as. They do listen. It's a vibration.
A: How can we better honor you? B: Well, I like to look at beautiful women.
I love the beautiful passion of this life, and what it has to offer. I
think that if everybody would just honor each other with passion, and just
be really there with each other - present - I think that would honor me
the best. A: Is there any information we have not covered that you would
like to share with our readers? B: That if it serves you, keep on. If it
doesn't serve you, let it go, don't become attached to it. So many people
are attached to certain teachings, and they don't realize that they need
to let them go in order to receive other teachings. And not just to let
it go, but to give it to somebody, as a teaching, and it turns into wisdom
for themselves. Not one person has all the answers, but they have a piece
of it, and it's very important to respect and honor all the different pieces
so that you can see it in your own life. Not to burn out anything. Not
to take it and completely destroy it, just because you're not going to
use it no more. No, let it flutter away. If you don't understand something,
let it be, and it will come back to you, too, in the time for you to understand.
And the only reason why you don't understand it anyway is because you're
too headstrong into what you're doing, and so you're not open to that teaching
at that moment. But that teaching is always open to you. A: Please tell
about events you have coming up, what you're going to be doing and where,
how to contact you or where to get more information. B: All you have to
do is light a candle. No, I'm just teasing, okay? (Laughs.) I'm checking
out the Blue Moon in Federal Way to do drumming circles at; it's a metaphysical
espresso bar and book shop. Also Lodestar Center in Redmond, Washington.
And then I hope to have something at Beyond the Edge Cafe. Also maybe downtown
in Seattle, also inside Fremont. I'm going to do a circle almost every
day. What I want to do, what I envision, is doing the circles and setting
up these centers of energy, so that other circles can connect with it,
not physically but energy-wise, focusing from where I did the circles the
last 10 years in Seattle, and setting up these places outside now, so that
other people can experience the circle who don't usually get to come into
Seattle. That's what I'm looking at. What I want to do is make a place
where I can do periodically Full Moon drumming circles, then advertise
it well before so that people can make it. But I don't want it to be like,
I'm going to do this every, every time. I want it to be special for people.
I want it to be as special as it is for me. You can call me at (206) 782-5781.
Or you can all of those places, too, the Lodestar Center, the Blue Moon
in Federal Way, because I don't know when. The Blue Moon will stay in touch.
A: Are your circles going to be on the full moon? B: Yes. I never do it
before it. I do it right on it. A: Any parting words of wisdom? B: Yes.
It's true: Native American Indians do make better lovers. Never Thirst
(#03#) by Miriam Harline meditation/evocation You sit in a meadow of fall
flowers: goldenrod, pearly everlasting, fuzzy purple butterfly bush, violet
fireweed. Around you, brittle tan grasses wave in the breeze; low to the
earth, clover heads nod gently. You fold your arms around yourself; it's
chilly. On the horizon, a hill furred with fir-trees, the red-orange drop
of the sun balances; it is sunset. As you watch, the sun-drop on the horizon
breaks, evaporates; the focus of the light is gone, all that's left is
an echo, pale-gold light against which the trees rise black. To your either
side, you feel the arms of the forest encircling you. Under their branches,
trailing to earth, the firs hold darkness, night coming. The darkness beckons,
safe, protective, a little melancholy, like sleep. You stand up, brush
yourself off. Ahead is a break in the firs, a dirt path winding downhill.
You have time in the twilight to explore a little, before full darkness
comes. You come to the head of the path, begin. It starts downward steeply.
To either side tangles low blackberry, Oregon grape with spiked leaves
green and red, tiny berries blue-black. Dirt and bits of stick and bark
roll under your feet as you put weight on them; you tramp downward with
a swinging gait, till suddenly the dirt under you loosens and slides. Catching
a branch, you manage to keep your balance. You continue onward more slowly.
Under the trees, blue shadows hang dense. The trail goes steadily downhill;
the air gets slightly warmer, wetter. You see more maple and alder, the
alder bark mottled gray-white, trees draped with hanging moss, yellow-green
tangled hair. The earth below grows muddier. Suddenly to your right you
hear a cracking sound, a branch breaking. Your head whips 'round to look.
In a glade close to the path stands a young buck deer, antlers single-pronged.
He stares at you with black unblinking eyes, sensitive nostrils twitching.
Then with a bound he's gone. You stand a moment staring. It's as if he
couldn't have been there, so empty is the spot he stood, and yet he stood
there. I'll go just a little farther, you think. Your path comes to a stream,
water trickling over dark rocks, their heads rising from the water mossy.
On the other side, the path turns uphill again. It looks inviting: drier,
winding among bigleaf maples, their fallen leaves brown and big as platters.
The forest is more open there, lighter than the way you've come. You leap
the stream, misjudging the width a little, splashing; your shoes get wet.
You walk uphill. The hill seems steeper than the one you came down. Quickly
you begin to sweat. After twining through the grove of maples, the path
turns under firs again. Even when your eyes adjust, it's dark, late twilight.
Time to turn back, you think. But as you think this, you walk into a glade;
it's lighter, open to the sky. At its far edge, where the trees begin again,
you see a shadowy form, which resolves itself into a picnic table. It seems
to have something laid on it. Curious, you cross over. Coming up, you see
lying on the table apples, grapes, tomatoes, gourds, Indian corn, potatoes,
zucchini, cut herbs tied with ribbon, wheat in sheaves. At the table's
far end are two pewter plates, two matching goblets. Looking up, you see
behind the table two figures: a woman with a flowing gown patterned with
vines, leaves, harvest spilling from a cornucopia, and a man naked to the
waist, wearing buckskin trousers. On their heads twine wreaths of ivy.
In the shadows you can hardly see their faces. "You've brought nothing
to our table," the woman says. Her low voice is melodious, but not
sympathetic. "I didn't know I'd find you here. - I'm sorry."
"No matter," the woman says, after a moment. Perhaps she smiles.
The man gestures toward the table. "These are fruits of the earth.
They come very easily to you. Do you appreciate them?" You think,
I just go to the store. What would I do if I had to raise my own food?
With a twinge of fear, you say, "I do appreciate them." "Do
you?" the woman asks. "Will you drink with us, then?" Your
fear whispers to you. You think of people given fairy-food, who never come
back, or Persephone fed by Hades. The man and woman smile at each other.
"You have drunk with us before," the man's low voice says. "If
you ever drink, you drink with us." "Have we not given you all
your food and drink? - Here." The woman hands you a pewter cup. It's
heavy, and cool with what it carries, moisture beading along its sides.
You sniff at it; it smells heady, of grape and spices. Each with a hand
on the cup, the God and Goddess together raise the other goblet in a toast.
They watch you; their heavy gaze forces you to sip. It's impossible to
tell what's in your cup; it could be grape juice; it could be wine or mead.
Whatever it is, it tastes like heaven. The Goddess and God smile. "May
you never lack for harvest," they say. One then the other, they pledge
each other from their cup. Watching, you set your own cup on the table.
The wood seems to move under your fingers, and you look down. You see the
table is empty, fruit, grain and vegetables all gone, the pewter crockery
too, even the cup you just set down. You look up again quickly. The God
and Goddess themselves are gone. The grove is empty, but for yourself and
the picnic table. Around you lies full darkness, blue-black. On your tongue
lingers the taste of nectar. Zen and the Art of Berry Harvesting (#04#)
by Amanda Silvers article I am very warm; it is one of those days where
your hair clings to your neck and the sweat beads above your lip. I want
something sweet, but not too sweet, and juicy. Hmmmmmm, I think, about
the blackberry bower by the driveway. I think that the berries might be
perfect to quench my hunger. The bush has been very prolific this year,
and it is so heavy with ripe berries that they hang down to the ground
in places. I think about the berries bowing the branches under their weight,
their shiny plump blackness oozing sweetness, and my mouth waters as I
walk outside into the sun. I am blinded momentarily by the brightness,
and I think about the fact that I left my sunglasses in the house. I am
also wearing only shorts and a tank top, not the best attire for blackberry
picking! I remember seeing a friend a few days earlier; she was covered
with angry red scratches and cuts, from picking blackberries, she said.
Oh well, I think to myself, I'll be careful and just take a few of the
more accessible berries. I approach the bush and the thorns loom, shining
sharply; they are all I can see. The thought of the berries is now eclipsed
by the terrible threat of injury from the thick branches rimmed with thorns.
Not to mention the fact that the berries, so many I can see dozens as I
park my car every day, are nowhere to be found now as I stand there next
to the bush squinting into the sun. I stop for a moment as I feel the bush
diva pull back its branches and threaten me telepathically with sharp scratches
if I so much as try to pick a berry. Then I remember: I have to ask the
bush for the berries, and ask it with respect and a small amount of fear
for the sharp thorns. I smile to myself and the berry bush diva as I think
to the bush, "Hello there, Mama Berry Bush! How are you doing today?
Did you get enough water when I watered you last night?" The bush
relaxes a bit, but not completely, as I stand before her with a bowl, smiling
at her like a lunatic. I again address the bush psychically, "I was
wondering, oh great Berry, you have produced much beautiful fruit this
year, would you share it with us humble humans? You know we are unlike
you, and unable to produce such sweet and luscious fruit, and we would
be honored by your gift." The berry bramble is practically beaming
at me now, and all of a sudden the branches seem to open up, and there
is the fruit! Hundreds of beautiful plump shiny blackberries, hanging in
hefty clumps of six or ten, along with gorgeous green fuzzy leaves, all
on stalks with little, teeny-tiny thorns. Where did those huge thorns go?
I ask the bush as I begin to pick a berry here and one there, and she answers
"Oh, those were in your imagination. I just helped you to see the
ones I have as several times as big as usual." I laugh to myself and
continue picking and telling the bush diva how lovely the fruit is. I pop
a berry into my mouth, and it bursts in an explosion of pungent tart sweetness.
These are the best blackberries I have ever tasted, I tell the bush. Just
then, she reveals even more berries, bigger and more lush that the ones
before, and all in easy reach as I stand inside the shelter of the branches
and continue to pick. I picked and chatted merrily to the berry diva as
I gathered the remarkable fruit. Toward the end, I made sure to thank her
for the fine gift. I promised her that I would only prune her lovely branches
and not cut her down, as so many people do. She was delighted and promised
me more berries whenever I wanted, at least during the next few weeks.
I finally picked all of the ripe berries I could find that day, and I only
ended up with one tiny scratch on my arm. It was near the end of my harvest;
I was getting a bit greedy, and she had to remind me to not take any berries
that were not yet ripe. I wound up with a huge bowl of luscious fruit to
share, and with no pain. See, all you have to do is ask nicely! Spider
Womans Legs (#05#) The Dreamcatcher by Asuraya article Dream catchers are
probably one of the most recognized forms of Native American art. Legends
describing the dream catchers' origins vary widely, but there are similarities
in the descriptions of its use and purpose. One of the legends by the Anishnabe
(a people also known as the Ojibwe or Chippewa) says that Spider Woman
would go to each baby's cradleboard and spin a silken dream catcher above
it. When the Anishnabe nation scattered, Spider Woman had a hard time traveling
to all the different cradleboards. To assist her, the women of the tribe
took up the weaving of dream catchers using willow and sinew. Another version
of the legend says that the People were suffering from bad dreams for which
the medicine people had no cure. A council of the People met to discuss
the problem. During the council, an elder had a vision of a spider's web
within a hoop below which a bead and a feather were attached. The other
elders then began creating physical replicas of the object described in
his vision, and, when the people used these creations, their nightmares
ceased. Traditional dream catchers are made from circular or teardrop-shaped
hoops of willow about five inches across. Sinew is used to weave a webbed
design in the hoop with a hole left in the center. Beads are sometimes
woven into the web. The Anishnabe legend said that the web could be attached
to the hoop of the dream catcher at eight points to represent the number
of Spider Woman's legs or at seven points to represent the Seven Prophecies
that predicted the future of the Anishnabe nation. They said the dream
catcher would gather all kinds of dreams, but only those of relevance to
the dreamer would know how to make it through the web, travel down the
feather and enter the visions of the sleeping person. The bad or irrelevant
dreams, they said, would stick to the web and vanish in the rays of the
morning sun. These days the style and use of dream catchers varies widely.
They are made with metal and plastic and other modern materials. They appear
as jewelry and wall hangings and are even used as rearview mirror ornaments
(let's hope the occupants aren't making a habit of dreaming and driving).
If these new styles and uses of dream catchers originated with non-native
people, I believe it is another example, albeit minor, of the misuse of
Native American traditions, as well as devaluation of an art form rich
in history. Art is seldom static, however, and if these new forms and uses
of dream catchers originated with Native Americans, fine. But whether or
not their traditions should be changed or adapted over time is a decision
that should remain with them. A few years ago, a relative of mine wanted
to make and sell reproductions of a Mandala I own (a Mandala is a variation
of a Native American dance shield - having one in the home is said to bring
good luck). She thought the Mandala was "cute" and was perplexed
by my opposition to her idea. I tried to explain that to reproduce Native
American art solely for personal profit and without any understanding of
what the art represents would be inappropriate at best. One of the important
aspects of Native American art is its ability to provide a means of contact
with the people producing it, to motivate us to wonder about them, to want
to know more about them and to gain respect for their culture and their
past. Too much has already been taken from Native Americans through misunderstandings,
ignorance and greed. A small act, such as using a dream catcher as it is
intended to be used, would perhaps begin to repair some of the damage that
has been done to Native American culture. At least such an act would show
an appreciation and respect for their history and tradition. A Summer Walk
to Dream (#06#) by Jim Sun Weed article I walk out into the sunny day,
the morning breeze growing sweeter as the day's heat develops. Over the
soft grass, over the concrete sidewalk, striding in my sturdy boots and
feeling like good Tom Bombadil, the Master. A small brown bird is on the
ground, tugging at a food wrapper. She winks at me and hops out of the
way. Another bird swoops over my head. They say hello and bless me; their
language is a visceral one which my body understands. The blackberries,
ripe and heavy, and the golden grass gone to seed, vibrate their hellos.
The Earth is singing, and it's a tune which calls me back time and again
to the old ways, when Nature taught us everything, gave us everything.
Tall trees are swaying in the breeze, caressing my vision as the wind moves
through their leaves, showing the white undersides contrasting with the
dark green of summer growth. I pass beneath a great Himalayan Pine, touching
the top of my head to its hanging boughs. These trees, these plants and
animals, are all players in a rhythm which is of wholeness and rightness.
I am open and strong. I forget about work, bus schedules, career plans.
I stop arguing with myself. I stop trying to define, and the answer is
given as I too enter the sacred rhythm. I visit the old pine trees on Capitol
Hill. They were here before white people came to this part of the Earth.
I can feel their thoughts telegraphing to one another, preserving the fabric
of unity and protection. They are the good old citizens and I am grateful
to be walking beneath them. Am I just like a human animal today? I have
no creed, only rhythm, aliveness, gratitude and the sustaining oneness-interaction.
Just as the trees and animals vibrate in their innate communication, I
feel the blood of my body resonate with this vibration. A friendly Douglas
Fir beckons me; I run my hand lightly over the rough bark of its trunk.
I sit at its base, my head against the trunk, feeling as though we are
the center, with the Wholeness choreographed around us. I close my eyes
and feel the comings and goings of animals and insects, and the passing
of time. My thoughts melt into dreaming as I fall into a sleep. Nature
is everywhere alive; the web of Spirit cannot be destroyed. Sometimes I
am unaware of it. Often I don't understand the significance of whatever
work or play I'm doing. But that doesn't matter. The only judge is me.
As I enter more deeply into awareness of Nature around me, I become healed
and whole. How have we ignored Nature for so long? What are we learning
through our experience of separation? In my sleep a dream washes over me.
I am in a dank tavern, wood paneling, a couple of pool tables, just a few
patrons talking about regular workaday things as the afternoon light slants
in through the tiny window. I notice a tingling sensation in my feet and
hands. Looking around the room I see it suffused with the same tingling:
a light, a shimmering which seems to grow and envelop everything and everyone
in the room. Is it coming from the spaces between atoms, from the freefall
that lends grace to the gaps in our understanding? I wake. The breeze plays
in my hair. A squirrel is looking at me, head cocked to one side. An airplane
flies overhead. The sun is still bright and the air sweet and warm; the
afternoon feels as lazy as I do. I get up, dust off my jeans, and stride
away to the tavern for a beer. The Incredible Magick of Massage (#07#)
by NightOwl article Ahh, massage... touching and being touched... energy
focused and released. Each touch, each breath, each stroke sends energy
coursing through our own bodies and through that of the person receiving
the massage. His or her breath sends the energy back, forming a continuous
moving river of wonderful life energy that releases tension, builds health
and opens both massage giver and receiver to love and healing. How can
we use magick in massage? In both magick and massage, we build, focus and
release energy for a multitude of purposes. Both magick and massage share
the same foundation. So adding magick to a massage, or including massage
in some types of ritual, can be easy and increases the effectiveness of
both. Begin your magickal massage by focusing your attention and your intention.
Think about and plan what you wish to accomplish. Then set up the space
as you would for a ritual. Prepare yourself. Pay attention to your attitude,
your intention and your goal. Breathe, stretch, flex, center, ground and
breathe some more. Ignore or brush aside distracting thoughts. Stretch
the tension out of your own body before you touch another. Do you wish
to be a channel for healing love? Do you wish to focus courage, daring,
strength or power? You are going to use your energy to assist another person
to relax, release tension or enter an altered state and heal themselves.
Clear yourself and alter your own consciousness first. Focus your own energy
on opening yourself to becoming a channel for your intention. In the beginning,
it is a good idea to have a list to assist you in remembering all the details.
After practice, you will be able to improvise and follow the flow of your
creative energy. It is easier to build a strong foundation of knowledge
if you initially pay attention to detail. The room should be clean, with
a table or pad for the massage. Have beautiful music playing softly. A
tape of Tibetan bells, or the sacred trance music from almost any culture,
will give an important energy boost and give you both something to focus
your conscious minds on. Other than the minimum communication for guidance
in lighter or heavier touch, or for changes in position and other mechanics
of the massage, it is a good idea to avoid talking most of the time. Massage
was the occupation for the blind in old Japan, and you may find it much
easier to focus on your hands, and the energy flow, if you keep your eyes
closed. If it is warm enough, leave a window open to let in fresh air.
If not, air the room thoroughly before the massage. Some people enjoy candlelight
and incense or burning herbs. Have a clean soft sheet or large towel for
the person to lie upon, and another to cover up with. A soft cotton blanket
is also good as a cover. The receiver will become much cooler as they relax
and let go of muscle tension, so it is important to cover them to keep
them warm enough. The giver will be doing the physical work so will be
more comfortable if the room is on the cool side. Both the giver and receiver
can be clothed, nude or anywhere in between according to their own comfort
levels. A deep massage is much easier with oil, so any clothing worn and
the covers used should be washable. Many oils can used for massage. Each
person will need to experiment to discover what she or he likes the most.
A mixture of vegetable or nut oil, with little or no scent, will work for
most people. There are also many oil and lotion mixtures available commercially,
but be sure to smell them and rub some on your hands and arms before you
buy a whole bottle. Some of the strongly scented ones will become nauseating
when applied to the whole body, and each oil has a slightly different "slip"
to it, so feel free to experiment. It is possible to do a completely adequate
massage with no oil, but it is more difficult and long hard pressure sweeps
are impossible. To do a complete massage takes at least an hour, but brief
work on the neck, shoulders, hands or feet can be very relaxing when time
is limited. Receiving a massage is less complex than giving one. However,
the receiver can increase their stress release and healing by drinking
a glass of juice or pure water, and doing some stretching and deep breathing
beforehand. Once on the table or pad for the massage, the person receiving
can continue to consciously relax, open, breathe and give feedback to the
person doing the massage. If the massage is too deep and is more painful
than wished, or if it is not deep enough, the person doing the massage
needs to hear it. Giving and receiving massage is very intimate. It is
important that both people be bathed, have teeth brushed, nails clipped
and filed and so on. If the massage giver carefully matches breathing with
the receiver, it will increase the depth and power of the connection. Plus,
after matching breathing, the giver can begin to breathe more slowly and
deeply and the breathing of the receiver will probably match and also slow
and deepen. Many different methods are used to prepare the energetics of
the space and control the energies during the massage. A common one is
to sit for a few minutes in meditation after preparing the space and invite
healing spirits to join you and aid you in your work. Healing has always
been an important part of the Craft. Most traditions have goddesses and
gods known for their healing skill and power. Research to learn which ones
are the most compatible with your energy. During your meditation, request
that they join you and guide you during the massage. Placing statues, icons,
stones, crystals, elements and other sacred objects around the room can
invite the energy they represent to be present and to assist. Consider
the idea that the part of you that you call your "self" is just
one of several consciousnesses within you. Your physical body also has
a "mind" or "consciousness" of its own, one that does
not have word language. It is possible to relax your conscious mind and
allow your "body mind" to take over and work with the body of
the person you are massaging. It is difficult to describe how to do this,
but by lightly ignoring your thoughts and focusing completely on the nonverbal
feedback you receive through your hands, intuition and other senses, you
can allow this "body intelligence" to teach you what to do. As
you do massage consciously, your skill in stepping aside from your own
agenda and just being present will increase. Massage gives as much pleasure
and healing to the one giving as to the one receiving. As you practice,
your skill and strength will increase, but even a person with no experience
can give a good massage by remembering a few things, as follows: Keep breathing.
As you pick up tension from the person you are massaging, unless you remain
conscious of your own body, you may make several common mistakes that will
greatly lessen your own pleasure and that of the receiver. Tension being
released by the other person will accumulate in your hands and arms, and
you will tighten up your breathing in response unless you remind yourself
to consistently breathe down into your belly, ground and send the tension
down into the earth. Pace yourself and go slow. If you pick up tension
from the other person, you will tend to massage faster and faster. Slow
down and breathe. Have juice or herb tea for you both to drink during the
massage. Particularly afterwards, the receiver should drink a glass of
water and the giver should wash their hands in running water to help balance
themselves. Many people prefer to begin a massage with the face, hands
or feet, or with the palm of the right hand over the heart of the person
being massaged and the palm of the left hand over the massage giver's own
heart, so giver and receiver open to each other. Or you can start by making
long, light sweeping strokes from the feet to the head to begin to balance
the energy flow. The type of massage done on the face, hands and feet uses
very small movements of the fingers. Lightly press and probe around the
bones and feel the structure of the muscles. Be particularly gentle and
careful around the eyes, and avoid uncontrolled movements anywhere. The
muscles can roll under the skin if you press hard without having good control.
Such pressure can hurt, so don't do it. Constantly watch or feel the energy
of the person you are touching. Do not allow yourself to drift off into
thinking of something else. Every once in a while, stop and shake out your
hands and arms. Massage slowly with long sweeping strokes from the ankle
to the hip, from the hand to the shoulder, from the thigh to the top of
the shoulder. Always do the pressure strokes toward the heart, as that
is the way the valves in the veins work. The long sweeping strokes can
be quite hard moving toward the heart, and then light on the return. Knead
the muscles as if you were kneading bread dough or softening up clay to
sculpt. Squeeze and probe with one hand and then the other, relaxing the
hand not in use between each squeeze. Holding your own hands partially
contracted between squeezes never allows your own muscles to rest, and
you will tire much more quickly. Be conscious of the mechanics of your
own body, and do not put it into positions where you will hurt your back,
or anything else, while doing a massage. When you learn to manage your
consciousness, breathing, grounding, body mechanics and energy, you will
feel much stronger and more balanced after giving a massage. Pause every
few minutes and check yourself over to assess your own energy. Never hurry.
It is better to massage less of an area slowly than to try to cover the
whole body in a rush. Remember too that the mechanical squeezing and stroking
of the muscles feels wonderful, but it is not an attack. Lightly stroking
a person who is completely clothed, while breathing deeply together, can
be more helpful than a hurried massage the person tenses against. Allow
yourself to experience the wonder of being present with another person,
the wonder of one body with another body. You will both be in a state of
bliss by the end. Take your time then to breathe together quietly for a
time, still touching, and then thank the spirits who have assisted you
and separate. Once you have finished, allow the receiver to remain lying
down if they wish while you stretch and slowly return to a more ordinary
state of consciousness. You might add one last pinch of incense to the
burner or ground the remaining energy through touching the earth, stroking
a plant, kissing the statue of the goddess or god you follow or any other
finale that creates completion. Offer juice or water to the receiver and
go wash your hands and face while thanking the Goddess for this opportunity
to be of service in such a lovely way. Massage is an incredibly nurturing
and sensual experience that can be shared by people in all kinds of relationships.
Massage can also greatly increase the intimacy of sexual sharing - particularly
if you and your partner have had a difficult day and are not finding it
easy to get into an intimate mood. Nothing can beat massage to help you
both relax and open to desire. Or, if your partner is under so much stress
that he or she seldom has the energy for sex, giving a "no strings
attached" massage is likely to bring sexual thoughts to mind. This
approach can be tricky, though; it really does need to be done without
a sexual agenda, or your partner will end up less willing for your touch
next time. We are creatures with high touch needs living in a society with
a low touch tolerance. More touch would improve our health, disposition
and well-being. A recent study found that premature babies in intensive
care given 45 minutes of massage a day were able to leave the hospital
days earlier and need thousands of dollars less in medical services. Alien
Landing Site Discovered in Desert! (#08#) Or, My Trip to the Burning Man
Festival by EarthDancer article Over this past Labor Day weekend, the eleventh
Burning Man Festival was held in the Black Rock Desert. I had heard enough
interesting things about the happenings there that I had to go. The 16-hour
travel time to the desert in northwest Nevada was part of a larger journey
for me, a journey that my traveling companion and I managed to stretch
over a week, though the trip from Seattle might be made in one day if you
needed to. Other than the traveling distance, there are a few other things
that one should know about the Burning Man experience: There isn't any
water, shade or shelter, and all means of survival are left up to the participant.
Emergency medical care was on-site, however, if needed. At the Burning
Man, it is occasionally extremely dusty, windy and very hot! Anything that
is packed in has to be packed out. If you build a fire, you are responsible
for removing all the ashes when you leave. And it is one of the hippest
and most exciting festivals I have ever been to. An open mind is a necessity.
As we traveled through the hot desert back roads and neared the festival
site, certain fears mysteriously began coming on. Why was I willingly placing
myself in the middle of a desert for four to five days where surviving
the elements is your primary concern? To explain a bit further, the Black
Rock Desert is a massive dry alkaline lake bed - the largest flat expanse
of earth in North America. It's surrounded by mountains and some of the
most magickal hot springs to be found anywhere in the West. An amazing
and impressive site for a festival, indeed. For me, the feeling of being
in the middle of this flat, cracked and expansive earth brought up an incredible
feeling of peace and meditation - having a symbolic impression on me the
entire time. At one point, I grabbed up a large piece of white muslin,
some water (which is a necessity), disrobed and walked barefoot out into
the open expanse with nothing in my field of sight but the level plain
and the mountains in the distance. I found a spot and meditated for a few
hours, braving the sun, at times letting the hot light wash over my body,
meditating with clarity and intensity. This landscape has a strong voice;
the more I listened, the stronger it came. This desert would be an incredible
site for ritual when there is no one else around. The spatial quality and
energy of the place would transport your rite out into the cosmos. The
festival itself was a ritual of sorts, too. Many people had gathered, for
countless reasons and needs, a rainbow family. The components of the festival
were constructed and idealized at the core by numerous artists, inventors,
builders and performance artists from many places, with the greatest number
coming from San Francisco. In its eleventh year, this festival continues
as an open forum for the eccentric, inventive, imaginative and strange.
One could expect to see anything here, and weirdness certainly was encouraged.
For the week, this was our village in the desert, and it was devoid of
any political authority. Anything goes. I was wowed and amazed continually
as I wandered around the village and came upon abstract contraptions that
seemed to have been hurled up out of the desert floor. They defied reality,
and that was the point. People were building structures and theme camps
right there on the spot - structures that would seemingly require numerous
tools and equipment to construct, yet the artists had considered it all
and brought the tools with them. Electricity, engineering and metalworking
in the middle of the desert: These people were serious. Some of the things
that caught my attention most were the structures to be burnt, to be sacrificed.
The festival attracts many professional pyrotechnic and fire-crazed types.
They were the facilitators of the festival's main symbology - burning away
and cleaning out poison from the body. This symbolism was furthered especially
with the extreme heat and the focus on the body in order to not experience
injury. At the heart of the burning was the gigantic Burning Man effigy
that towered over the village. Lit up at night with blue and yellow neon
light - was it an alien or a man effigy? Dunno. There was a fair element
of the alien-chasing type of energy there, too. Hmm. But anyhow it was
all good. And I had the pleasure of being in the right place at the right
time and was part of the ritual of heaving the illuminated Burning Man
effigy up onto its perch one evening. As it was erected, it must have been
like a beacon, because the droves of festival-goers flocked en masse as
it rose into the sky. There were many things to be burnt, with great care
and safety of course. In fact, it would be a realistic account to say that
just about anything that was built or brought was eventually set on fire.
At one point, there was a large procession to the evil corporate, religious
conglomerate called Helco Village for the public ritual of burning down
Helco! Complete with the tower of Helco were a church, Starfucks Coffee,
McSatan's and numerous skeleton effigies dressed in corporate attire. This
was the first large public burning, and it went off with a big bang. Everyone
was ready for more fire. I moseyed over to my favorite chill spot, the
Chai den, and sipped some tea while tripping out to the psychedelic lights,
the ambient trance music and the beautiful people, before the opera at
the castle began that same night. As my friend and I headed off to the
castle, we could hear that it had already begun and the throngs of people
had formed a huge circle around the castle. The castle had been sculpted
out of the mud right there in the desert, with a wood and mesh frame underneath.
Standing at least 30 feet in height, with three towers with gargoyle faces,
a circular staircase and a suspended walkway for the performers, it was
spectacular. The opera pounded with drums and mysterious voices, and the
performers were worked into a hedonistic celebration. This was a pagan
opera. At least a hundred ritual performers danced around the castle as
they set fire to it toward the end. The castle burnt strong and hot to
the ground with the rhythm of the drums and voice urging it on. This was
the most powerful pagan ritual I have ever witnessed. Awesome. The next
day I returned to the remains and was struck by the pile of charred castle,
with a face still visible, set against the vast expanse of the desert.
The remnants of a great ritual. Every bit of it was cleaned up afterward.
Eventually the Man effigy burnt too, in the largest ritual of the festival,
with at least 10,000 people looking on. I chose to stay back away from
the mob, as the act of burning the effigy started to take on an extraterrestrial
vibe. The energy had culminated into this kind of intensity over the weekend.
I chose to stay back by the stupa that was connected by a procession of
lantern-lit towers that reached like a runway to the large effigy. The
stupa was a small Himalayan-styled structure built of wood, mud and discarded
library books. The layers of open-faced books made up a large circular
base, with mud as mortar, that held up a wood multitiered structure on
top. Truly imaginative and magnificent. I wanted to be close to it as it
burnt; the artist had built it as a stupa of hope, and it was powerful
as he set it on fire. From there on, the festival was chaos; most things
in sight were burnt to the ground (all of which were cleared away), wild
music played through the night, and the people were crazed. I opted for
going to another of my favorite sites, the alien egg landing circle, out
away from the camps. The moonlight lit up the desert playa, the cracks
like a mosaic's. The lights flashing through the petroglyph-stenciled eggs
created patterns of light out in the vastness that were totally surreal.
I needed quiet space after all that excitement. The quality and artistic
craftsmanship throughout the festival was remarkable and made for a great
visual feast. We were provided with hot showers with water from the springs,
at cost. I only took one after taking a mud bath in the Mudhenge with many
other naked, beautiful ones. After paying $40 and having to bring all my
own food and water, I was a little surprised that they still wanted to
charge for things! Which brings up the flip side to this festival. It is
getting too big, unfortunately, and size could be the downfall of a great
event. This year had a 50 percent increase in attendance from last year.
I estimate there were 15,000-plus people on the playa by festival's end.
And too many of them were too stoked about driving their dirt bikes and
vehicles over the playa, so that they stirred up a huge dust cloud that
hung in the air, since there was no wind. I had alkaline dust blocking
my nasal passages and in my eyes for the next 24 hours because of that.
Too many people, too many cars; no more festival, perhaps. Ultimately,
the positive aspects were the most outstanding. I had an amazing experience,
had many adventures. And I met up with some great like-minded people whom
I would have liked to add to my tribe of people at home. There were too
many things to remark on them all, but there are at least a few I would
like to mention because they were so damn cool: like the man and his wife
who hauled 88 open-faced pianos and bolted and welded them together into
a two-layer-high circular structure that, when finished, people could climb
upon and bang the strings with drumsticks. When you went inside it, there
the builder was, serving up champagne and cocktails while 30 to 40 people
banged away at his creation. What a sight. It was strange coming upon it
at the village's edge - like a Daliesque mirage. Later, he burnt it to
the ground. One group had built a large mouse-trap game, which looked impressive,
but I wasn't there for the demonstration. I liked the Irrational Geographic
Society camp, where I spent a blissed-out late afternoon at Blanca's Smut
Shack dancing under the sun to jungle, dub and trance music and later fooling
around on their Moog synthesizers making trippy ambient music and noises
and playing a gong. Thanks, guys, that was a fantastic afternoon! All of
the wild, futuristic alien landing site structures were a stimulating sight,
as were the various movie screens projecting wild and unruly visuals -
especially the Porno Camp, which was in a direct line only 30 yards away
from our camp. And it wasn't just hetero sex, either. Yeah! There was a
multitude of impressive music, performances and interesting sights going
all the time - everything from tribal, funk and DJ music, to masquerade
processions, puppet shows and anything in between. As well, there was a
medical camp and ranger station in case of emergency, and it was hot and
brutal out there. The organizers and volunteers did an amazing job putting
the festival on; it was truly a cutting-edge technological, artistic event,
and they pulled it off with grace. They have had practice, though. This
was their eighth year in the Black Rock Desert. Still, it was an incredible
feat. Some of them stay for three to four weeks afterwards to painstakingly
clean up, making sure that there is nothing left on the desert playa, especially
the cigarette butts. This is sacred ground - why would anyone litter it?
There should have been an R.J. Reynolds structure burnt in the Helco fire.
For anyone interested in attending, here are few more things you should
know: Don't go if you're not open to all types of people, or not open to
nudity (neither seemed to be a problem this time); remember too that it
will be very hot and dusty, and at times not very comfortable, and although
it is a great event, it is starting to become overpopulated. Too many people
translates to too many of the wrong people. It could be that this was the
festival's last year, as a result of this. It might transform into something
else, I hope. One of the organizers suggested to a campmate that people
start their own festivals, with artists at the core. We can possibly keep
these festivals more focused and special. I personally didn't feel comfortable
doing transformative work on myself there, because there were so many people
I didn't feel safe in that context - not like other festivals I have been
to. After all, I thought that was one of the great things about festivals
- getting away from the mundane and effecting change. I've heard that a
strong element of personal change was formerly present at this festival.
It is still there, but it is not as paramount as it was in the past. Eventually,
the festival was over. The throngs of people took off for San Francisco.
Some of us stayed behind and enjoyed the beauty of the place as long as
we could. There was an entire journey that lay ahead of us, our return
to Seattle. And we had been truly inspired by the festival and the wonderful
people whom we met. The Burning Man rocked! Why the Witch Hunts? (#09#)
Understanding the Burning Times by Bestia Mortale article Everyone has
it in them to be animalistic, bestial, brutish and beastly. At the same
time, we humans also have a far less pleasant side. In the last 100 years,
most of the best-known social crimes that exemplify our ability to institutionalize
hatred and stupidity have centered around ethnic differences. European
anti-Semitism started off the century with bloody pogroms and progressed
to the Holocaust. The Turks butchered millions of Armenians. The United
States systematically oppressed its black, Hispanic and Native American
populations. More recently, the Serbs and Croats have shown us civilization
can still be a blood sport. Of course, religious differences also offer
excellent excuses for widespread slaughter and destruction. The Christians
have their traditional crusades, the Moslems their holy wars, Communists
their purges. In recent times, from Sri Lanka to Northern Ireland, plenty
of killing and cruelty is still justified on the basis of religion. So
perhaps we don't need sophisticated explanations for the witch hunting
that horribly tortured and killed hundreds of thousands of people, mostly
women, from the fourteenth through the seventeenth centuries, what the
historian Rossell Hope Robbins called "the foulest crime and deepest
shame of Western civilization." After all, women are weak, women are
different; if no one owns 'em, why not kill 'em? It's the logic of fox
hunting, carrier pigeon eradication, buffalo slaughter. The complexity
of real life, however, usually falls somewhere in between simple blame
and the tangled skeins of academic analysis. It is true that the witch
hunts were typical of all mob-hysteria persecutions, and in this sense,
the logic and dynamics of the persecution had little to do with witches.
The paranoia, blame-hunger and blood-thirst of the mob were manipulated
and exploited by all kinds of different individuals and groups for all
kinds of different reasons, most of which were unrelated to witchcraft.
By the time that witch hunting became a "craze" in the seventeenth
century, it had a completely irrational character. Like twentieth-century
anti-Semitism, or the child-abuse hysteria that has recently turned law
enforcement in Wenatchee, Washington, into a tragicomedy, it was based
on fears and fantasies that seem incredibly far-fetched in retrospect.
Yet the roots of such bizarre fears can often be traced back many generations
in a culture, where they started out as much more understandable. Take
anti-Semitism as an example. I remember sitting on a bus in Kraksw in 1975
beside a relatively well-educated librarian who patiently explained to
me that all of Poland's woes stemmed from the Jewish conspiracy controlling
the country. When I objected that there were, for all practical purposes,
no Jews left in Poland after 1945, he just shook his head at my unbelievable
American naiveti. The Jews were always there; the Jews were always responsible
for misfortune. I asked him if he personally knew of any Jews in Kraksw.
He said not; they were hidden high up in the government. As we discussed
this, I realized that we were really talking about a mystical proposition,
not a political one. What astonished me was that for him, it was a commonplace,
something everyone knows. I didn't mention to him that part of my own ancestry
is Jewish. The roots of his convictions go all the way back to 1492, when
a great many of the Jews expelled from Spain were welcomed by the tolerant
Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth. A number of them ended up in the free German
towns, where they were ultimately forbidden to own property or engage in
trades, and so were forced to become bankers and money-lenders. The Lithuanian
nobility hired others as overseers and tax collectors for the vast and
distant estates in the Ukraine. Centuries of owing money to Jews in cities
and paying taxes to Jews in the Ukraine helped create a deep-seated irrational
anti-Semitism in Eastern Europe that was nonetheless understandable. What
is interesting is that as the conditions contributing to such anti-Semitism
disappeared, the feelings themselves actually intensified. Deprived of
any apparent cause or explanation, the long-standing prejudice grew and
changed into the kind of mystical scapegoating that I encountered in 1975.
These were the feelings that made pogroms possible and that Hitler was
able to exploit so horribly. Despite a huge body of new scholarship devoted
to witchcraft and witch hunting over the past 20 years, comparable roots
for the witch hysteria are still not clear. I think, however, that a fairly
straightforward explanation for the initial local hostility to witches
among the villagers can be found in the Inquisition's records and is reflected
in the absurd accusations routinely leveled at witches. The same sources
also suggest several additional reasons why the Catholic and Protestant
churches might have wished to attack witches. Before considering these
reasons, it is worth mentioning what recent scholarship has taught us did
not happen. We can no longer, for example, blame witch hunting on the corruption
of the Catholic Inquisition, as did Rossell Hope Robbins. That is not to
say that the Inquisition was without blame. In isolated cases, accusations
of witchcraft may well have been motivated by a desire to confiscate the
property of a well-to-do family. Also, reading the accounts of torture
used against the accused, it is hard not to suspect that inquisitors, like
their civil colleagues, were too often closet sadists who used the apparatus
of witch persecution to indulge denied sexual appetites at the cost of
other people's lives. Nonetheless, the vast majority of witches tried were
poor, not wealthy, and whatever sadism may have motivated prosecutors,
the accusations themselves generally originated in the villages, with strong
grass-roots support. In the unusual instance when a witch was acquitted,
it was not unusual for a local mob to lynch her anyway. Unpleasant as the
Inquisition may have been, it turns out, as historian John Tedeschi and
others have shown, to have been a model of restraint compared to the civil
courts. While recent research has found no evidence of the widespread underground
fertility cults and Goddess worship that Margaret Murray and Anton Meyer
postulated in the 1920s as the hidden rationale of the witch hunts, scholars
do continue to find evidence that the practice of magick was a commonplace
part of village life. Magick alone, however, is not enough to explain church
hostility to witches, particularly since village magick generally seems
to have had a comfortably Christian context. The churches were usually
content to ignore or co-opt harmless local pagan customs. Yet a mounting
body of evidence suggests that both Catholic and Protestant churches did
actively support witch persecutions at a local and regional level as part
of a campaign to Christianize the countryside. The churches' participation
only makes sense if witches actually held enough power in the villages
to threaten church interests. How could older, unmarried, common women
have posed any real threat to the churches? Demographic studies showing
that, in most of Western Europe, accusations were frequently leveled at
such women have convinced many male historians that these women must merely
have been convenient scapegoats for pent-up village frustrations, outsiders
who lacked male protection in a patriarchal village structure, powerless
targets for man's natural dog-beating propensities. The key piece of the
puzzle that historians are missing, to my mind, is medicine. I believe
that health care issues go a long way toward explaining why villagers ended
up fearing and hating witches, and why the churches regarded them as serious
competitors for local power. The churches did not claim to be able to heal
physical sickness, but the witches did. Imagine life in the countryside
before the advent of modern hygiene and medical care. Imagine how often
people suffered and died from illnesses that we now routinely prevent or
cure. Think how much we're willing to spend on health care today. Think
about your parent, sibling, lover or especially your child lying sick and
dying. How important would it be to you to get him or her help? There were
no rural "doctors" in the fifteenth century. Doctors were male,
often university educated, more dangerous than most diseases and were usually
leeches on the wealthy. In the countryside, wise women and midwives were
the only recourse against ills of the body. Not coincidentally, they were
the ones most often burned as witches. Medicine is and always has been
a major business. It placed the women who practiced it at the very core
of village life, which explains why the local priests and pastors found
their power threatening. At the same time, they bore a terrible responsibility.
Armed only with herbal lore and their grandmothers' spells, they were expected
to combat every kind of disease and injury. Death was inexorable, yet for
them as for any doctor every death seemed a failure, both in their own
eyes and in the eyes of the village. As malpractice insurers know, the
death of a child is the worst; bereaved parents seem to experience an anguish
deeper than normal grief. Yet in those days, infants routinely died of
disease in terrible numbers. As a magickal healer and wise woman, how do
you explain a child's death to the parents? How do you excuse the failure
of your craft? Interestingly enough, many healers handled this situation
by attributing a child's inexplicable death to witches, who were somehow
able to "eat" children by a magick that expressed itself as wasting
illness. Historian Guido Ruggiero, in Binding Passions: Tales of Magic,
Marriage, and Power at the End of the Renaissance, discusses this excuse
at some length in the context of Inquisition records relating to a group
of healers in the village of Latisana in Friuli. In the short run, blaming
witches had the compelling advantages of deflecting both the parents' blame
and one's own feelings of guilt. In the long run, however, it constantly
confirmed a widespread popular belief that women who practiced magick sometimes
used that magick to kill children. Ruggiero reports instances where healers
directly or indirectly implicated rivals and competitors as the child-eaters
in question. This is human nature at work - not pretty, but recognizable.
In later times, it was very often the illness or death of a child that
sparked a witch persecution. Didn't everyone know that generations of children
had died from malicious spells, by healers' own admissions? You might deny
one case, or two, but every village probably had dozens of examples to
draw from. Historians agree that one of the first signs of witchcraft interrogators
always looked for was that the accused ate or otherwise harmed children.
While helpless dependence on the healers combined with anger at children's
deaths was undoubtedly what most inflamed the villagers against "witches,"
the Christian churches saw the wise women as powerful proponents of non-Christian
values. Another almost universal accusation against them was that they
organized and enjoyed sex orgies. Most researchers reject such charges
of orgiastic revelry as pure fabrication and dismiss as simple misogyny
frequent clerical complaints about women's overbearing carnality. Considering
the demographics, though, I suspect these accusations reflect an underlying
truth. Women survived both war and plague in far greater numbers than men
and often significantly outnumbered them as a result. Which of the sexes
is more interested in carnality under conditions of equal access is open
to debate, preferably accompanied by lots of experimentation, but I would
strongly assert a priori that women who are not getting laid are hornier
on average than men who are. In short, it is quite possible that there
were a lot of very horny women around. What is more, the churches were
not good at throwing parties. You could trust them for a parade, an elaborate
saints-day celebration or Easter pageant, but when it came to a wild midnight
dance with lots of good music and action in the bushes, you just couldn't
count on the local priest or pastor. So who do you turn to but the village
healers, particularly since their biggest business aside from health care
was selling love magick? Of course, nothing would be more likely to convince
the ascetic Christians that these women were agents of the devil than that
they helped organize the night-time parts of holiday festivities, at planting
and at harvest, at solstice and equinox. Finally, as a minor aside, there
are all the reports and accusations of out-of-body night flying on broomsticks,
grass-stalks and animals, or with fairies. Several scholars have suggested
that the more poisonous herbs used in witch's ointments could have had
strong enough psychotropic effects to induce such hallucinations. Combine
this with the fact that a fair number of people are able to achieve very
nice trance states through suggestion, without any chemical help, and I
think it's reasonable to suspect that wise women dabbled in mind-altering
experiences. Granted, this is largely speculation, but it would make sense
out of a very common and otherwise nonsensical accusation. What I'm suggesting
is that popular hatred against witches derived primarily from the responsibility
borne by women as the sole providers of health care to the rural population,
facing constant onslaughts of disease over which their herbs and magicks
had discouragingly capricious power. The excuses that these healers understandably
made for their failures, particularly in cases where apparently healthy
children sickened and died, reinforced a popular belief that some healers
were inexplicably malicious. I'm also suggesting that sex was as lively
in the countryside then as it's always been, if somewhat clandestine, and
that the large group of unattached women were undoubtedly eager to participate.
Such libidinous activity would certainly have excited the hostility of
various factions in the Christian churches. With less basis, I also wonder
if people were not routinely experimenting with mind-altering effects beyond
those of alcohol, arousing similar hostilities. The key point that many
male scholars studying witchcraft continue to miss is that witches really
were the main players in the witch drama: These otherwise invisible women
actually did play a central role in European village life. --- There is
a vast wealth of interesting books about the burning times. Among them,
I particularly relied for this article on Jeffrey Russell's History of
Witchcraft; Sorcerers, Heretics and Pagans (1980) and Early Modern European
Witchcraft, Centres and Peripheries, edited by Bengt Ankarloo and Gustav
Henningsen (1990). The latter contains a number of noteworthy essays, including
"Inquisitorial Law and the Witch," by John Tedeschi; an interesting,
but to me oversubtle analysis by Carlo Ginsburg of the concept of a witch's
Sabbath; and an intriguing article by Gustav Henningsen about parallels
between this hypothetical celebration and the activities of an actual Sicilian
fairy cult. The best picture of village witchcraft that I've found is provided
by Guido Ruggiero's Binding Passions: Tales of Magic, Marriage and Power
at the End of the Renaissance (1993). These works will also refer you to
earlier studies. Although I have not consulted them, those most mentioned
are Margaret Murray's The Witch-cult in Western Europe (1921), Rossell
Hope Robbins' The Encyclopedia of Witchcraft and Demonology (1959) and
Alan Macfarlane's Witchcraft in Tudor and Stuart England: A Regional and
Comparative Study (1970). For anthropological perspectives, Lucy Mair's
Witchcraft (1969) and Edward Evans-Pritchard's Witchcraft, Oracles and
Magic among the Azande (1950) are frequently cited. Reclaiming Our Birthright
(#10#) Earth-Magick, Culture and Ritual by Erik van Lennep article "Time
is not a line/Leading ever farther from where we are/But fluid dreams and
memories/Where ancestors and someday-children/Take us by the hand."
- From "Initiation I," by Erik van Lennep, 1992 On a warm day
in late September, I walked through the Vermont woods to arrive where 16-year
old Nathan waited beside a beaver pond. "Are you ready?" I asked,
and smiling with nervous excitement, he said he was. Turning, I led him
back into the woods, until we reached a natural gateway formed by two large
paper birch trees flanking the path. At this point, I asked Nathan if he
was certain he wanted to continue on, and he replied with a sober yes.
"Good," I said, "now take off all of your clothes and hand
them to me." As he did so, I said, "You now are nameless and
homeless, and naked as you entered life, you shall remain empty. You have
nothing but what you carry within you." Having grown up in a rural
setting where swimsuits are generally considered superfluous, if not downright
annoying, and being a child of the 1970s and '80s, the requirement he disrobe
was hardly as shocking for Nathan as it might have been for an urban youth.
It did, however, place him immediately into a nonordinary state of awareness,
a prerequisite for powerfully transformative experience. I have also discovered
that full exposure of the skin heightens a person's sensitivity to the
surrounding environment: Each nuance of breeze registers upon the skin,
and it becomes necessary to slow down and to pay close attention to the
act of walking. Textures underfoot become more noticeable, as well as one's
passing through vegetation types, and the movement from sun to shadow.
The feel of the surrounding landscape becomes a living presence in a way
that simply does not ordinarily register while clothed. The symbolism of
being ritually pared down to the basics was not lost upon Nathan either.
We hiked the remaining quarter of a mile to a campsite I had prepared for
his coming-of-age ritual. Twice more along the way we stopped, and I again
asked if he wanted to return home. After the third time, there would be
no turning back. Each time, as he responded with increasing confidence
that he wished to proceed, the nature of the walk became more demanding,
until the last 100 yards where I led him blindfolded through heavy brush
to the clearing where we would spend the next three days and nights. Coming
of age is marked by confusion, particularly within industrialized cultures
such as that of the United States. This confusion is why traditional societies
have always marked this major life transition with ceremonies and ritual.
Ceremony calls attention to the importance of the event, celebrating it
with community recognition and support, while ritual weaves the person
and event into a fabric of meaning and tradition. Although our industrialized
society has attempted to refocus its members on consumerism as a substitute
for spirituality, the need for community, ceremony and ritual remains strong.
It was no surprise that Nathan found his sixteenth birthday marked by a
sense of profound disappointment. In our society, there are momentous expectations
focused around 16-year-olds. They are led to believe that new worlds will
open before them, while they themselves feel they have arrived at adulthood.
But usually the transition is marked by nothing more than a piece of paper
certifying the capability and the right to drive a car, which in many cases
the 16-year-old has been driving already. Certainly, a driver's license
heralds a new level of freedom and, we hope, responsibility, but it hardly
provides the recognition required to celebrate a major life change. Nathan
and I discussed this around the time of his birthday, and I mentioned to
him that if he wanted to mark the occasion with something more meaningful,
he and I could probably devise something appropriate. About two months
later, I had a series of dreams characterized by intense imagery, which
I later realized were pieces of some sort of ritual. It felt as if they
were being shown to me for some purpose beyond my own dream work. Subsequently,
the images came with increasing frequency and clarity, until by early summer
I was "dreaming" pieces of ritual as I hiked in the hills surrounding
my village. When I became aware that these visions and dreams collectively
represented a coming-of-age ritual, I knew that the ritual was meant for
Nathan. I told him what had been happening and that I wanted to offer a
ceremony to him as a gift, and he accepted. In preparation, I showed him
a basic breath meditation technique and gave him a series of individualized
exercises to combine with the meditation, as well as a list of questions
designed to inspire thought about where he fit into his community, his
sense of responsibility toward the Earth and his own self-image. For the
next 10 weeks, he worked with the exercises and questions he had been given.
Vermont is still one of the most rural of the lower 48 states. Populations
of animals once thought to be locally extinct or greatly reduced, such
as moose, coyotes and cougars, are actually increasing. However, it is
primarily a landscape of small farms and biologically impoverished woodlot
and forest regrowth. It hardly could be termed wilderness by today's exacting
standards. Throughout the reforested hills, one comes across rusted barbed
wire, stone walls, old cellar holes and the occasional relic of an old
still or plough. A variety of conifers and hardwoods push through the debris
of the last three centuries and deposit an ever-deepening carpet of leaves,
which softly and slowly shrouds the evidence of abandoned agriculture until
iron and steel implements become knit into the forest skeleton of glacial
rocks and fallen tree trunks. Despite repeated attempts to reshape the
landscape of Vermont to fit some more agriculturally or industrially productive
model, the land and weather seem instead to reshape the people who come
here. The magick and power of the Earth are very close to the surface.
It was through this landscape that we hiked to another beaver pond. The
leaves were beginning to turn the flaming shades that make New England
famous but had not yet begun to drop to the ground. For me, autumn is a
time when the woods begin to hum with energy, peaking in early November,
when the air is crackling with magick. The entire forest smells of summer's
sweet ripening, overlaid by the aroma of countless fungi. Nathan had selected
the site for his ceremony, and a few days earlier as part of his "ordeal"
carried in water, canvas tarps, a stack of cordwood and a number of melon-sized
rocks for a sweat-lodge firepit. The morning we began, I arranged the camp,
built a small sweat lodge and a somewhat larger sleeping lodge and screened
the site with brush barriers jumbled into place to resemble natural blow-downs.
All of this preparation served to create a site that struck Nathan as new
and unfamiliar when I removed his blindfold upon arrival. For the remainder
of our stay, despite frosty mornings and one evening of drizzling rain,
we were both naked, to continue the sense of being outside ordinary experience.
By the end of our stay, we had both become so comfortable that it was equally
startling to pull on clothing and cut off much of the contact between inner
and outer environments. Although I had initially described the ceremony
we were beginning as a coming of age, I had begun to think of it in the
terms of "bringing Nathan through" a transition between realities
or worlds. It is difficult to say exactly where the pieces of ritual originated,
and to a certain extent it does not matter, and I certainly did not question
the process at the time. I worked with my own intuition, subconsciously
assembling seemingly disparate pieces into a meaningful pattern. In retrospect,
the pieces came from the six years I had known Nathan and his family, from
a lifetime spent in the Eastern forests, from a long time study of European
and other mythologies and folklore, from my own personal spiritual practices,
from years of close work with Indigenous colleagues and friends and no
doubt from the world of ancestors and the Earth Herself. I experienced
the process as flowing and integrated and highly energizing. I opened myself
to the inspiration fully and without question. I had a general sense of
the order I wanted to follow, but many of the techniques I used to create
transitions or to open doors of awareness occurred quite spontaneously
and even astounded me at their effectiveness. At times during the ritual,
we would work at a particular exercise for a while with little result and
then decide to move on to something else, as the approach was not working.
During the night, I would then dream of a way to free the blocked energy
and try the new method upon awakening to find it worked beautifully. By
this point, Nathan and I had established such rapport with one another
and the process that I would have been disappointed had the answer not
come in the night. The transition from childhood to manhood for Nathan
was marked by discussion of responsibility and community, of family and
self-image, of sexuality and spirit. The material we used to compose the
three-day ritual was based upon universal practices (virtually all peoples
on Earth have a sweat tradition somewhere in their history) and upon practices
from Nathan's own ethnic background, as far as he knew it. For some of
the European Earth-centered ritual, we reached back to Ice Age symbolism
and carried it through to its contemporary expression in the form of antler
dances, which have been handed through European folk traditions in an unbroken
chain. This unbroken chain is critical, because without cultural relevance
ritual remains a superficial and rather alien exercise. The first evening,
Nathan became the fire keeper, and he began to consciously separate himself
from his parents and his childhood. Because his parents were divorced,
and because he had been having a great deal of trouble communicating with
his father for some time, I "fathered" him that night by wrapping
his shoulders in a blanket, holding him in my arms and telling him stories
about my own childhood and adolescence. Two days before we entered the
woods, Nathan began a fruit and juice fast, and by the day we began, both
he and I were on a juice and ginseng tea fast, which we maintained until
the last night. The clarity brought about through fasting enabled us both
to tune into subtle energies very easily. Working with breath meditation
techniques for grounding and centering, I showed Nathan how to consciously
pull Earth energy from the bedrock and up through his body and then reground
it. Working with the exercises I had given him earlier, he channeled energy
directly through his emotions, shifting from emotion to emotion at will.
He was able to lean against a large pine and feel the energy coursing up
and down beneath the bark, and we played games by passing energy back and
forth between our palms. In another part of my work with Nathan, I discussed
sexuality. It seems important in these times of acute social and family
dysfunction to prepare young people for the bewildering array of information,
on-and-off relationships and poor communication surrounding them, and the
intentional, subliminal attempts by Madison Avenue to confuse the areas
of sexuality, consumerism, power and need. I wanted to address the fact
that Nathan would be involved with others who might use sexuality as a
manipulative tool. I explained to him that magick, Earth energy and sexual
energy were all the same, and that with practice, a person could flow from
one to the other at will. We talked about sex as a gift coming from Mother
Earth, and a gift which two people bring together from their own places
of joy, to share with one another. Although Nathan was inexperienced and
my points were all theoretical for him at the time, I hoped that, later
in life when he became sexually active, our conversation would come back
to him and help him remain centered. We talked also about how all life
reflects itself in structure and intricacy throughout the levels of form
and energy, from the atomic to the galactic. We used examples from Nathan's
upbringing on the land but examined them in the new light of Nature being
magick and energy. I pulled back the top layers of leaf mulch to show Nathan
the fungal hyphae - the network of white threads that constitute the true
body of mushrooms and that serve to knit the forest ecosystem together
through mycorhizzal connections between tree roots. We watched the beavers
at dusk as they cut saplings down around our camp, and we marked the boundaries
of our site by peeing on trees to keep raccoons and their ilk from raiding
us. We alternated between energy exercises and imagery, using dance and
body painting to enact conscious transitions between points before and
after becoming adult. At one point, Nathan was pulling energy directly
from the Earth so quickly that his whole frame vibrated like a taut sail.
At another time, I had him oil his entire body copiously and then go wait
in the darkened sweat while meditating on his worst fears. Meanwhile I
filled my hair with white clay and covered my body with black and red clay
to become a monster. I shook the frame of the sweat and demanded he come
out and face me. He chased me around and around the campsite while I jeered
him for his timidity, and though he caught me several times, his oily body
allowed me to slip out of his grasp. (Fear can be very elusive.) Finally,
he covered his hands and arms with enough pine needles to wrestle me down
and then dragged me into the pond, pushed me under and washed off the clay
to unmask his fear and render it harmless. At the end of our last day,
I returned Nathan's clothing to him and constructed a door-sized hoop of
alder and oiled jute cord near the fire. Nathan put back on his clothing,
which had been selected to represent portions of his childhood he would
be leaving behind, and then stood by the fire. As he took each garment
off again, he attached some qualities of his former self which he wished
to grow beyond, and then consigned it to the fire. When he felt ready,
I lit the hoop and pulled him through the flaming gateway into the adult
world. I handed him a new set of clothes, which he decided to lay aside
until the hike out, and we broke our fast together as brothers. From the
moment that Nathan stepped out of the woods, where his family and friends
awaited him with a welcoming ceremony, he seemed different. He was far
more self-assured, and his body language was more confident. His family
and friends all commented upon the remarkable difference. For months afterward
and even today, where previously he and his friends used to hang out in
a fairly random arrangement of bodies and postures, his friends now cluster
around him, as if oriented toward the warmth of a campfire. He tells me
that he received compliments from a female friend in his high school as
being one of the few males in their group who was in touch with his feelings.
On several occasions since that time, I have been with Nathan when he used
the techniques he learned during his initiation to deal with an emotionally
trying situation. Once when a mutual friend was slowly dying of cancer
and we needed to be there for him in strength, I watched Nathan go outside
on a bitter December night, ground himself and form a link between the
Earth and stars until he was filled with clear energy. He came back inside
and poured that energy into our friend, who visibly responded with renewed
vigor for the next few hours. Though for Nathan I was able to create a
ritual that worked, there are a few fairly daunting obstacles to creating
meaningful wilderness ritual in contemporary America. First, wilderness
itself is in short supply, and by strict definition (that is, untouched
by obvious human presence or activity) practically nonexistent. Second,
for ritual to be meaningful it must not only contain recognizable symbolism
that stirs the individual, but also that symbolism must be somehow culturally
appropriate in order to have any deep meaning. In addition, truly powerful
ritual is not spontaneously created but must grow over time, as it is layered
by repetition and cycles through generations. We are at a profound disadvantage
in creating or finding such ritual in the industrialized world, particularly
those of us in America who are descended from disjointed immigrant cultures.
As if these issues were not sufficiently problematic, members of the dominant
culture within industrialized society in the United States, primarily Euro-Americans,
tend to carry a set of precepts about reality that create still more barriers
between the individual and a rewarding expression of spirituality through
ritual. A good place to begin the search for meaning and ceremony is an
examination of our own cultural attitudes. Here are a few attitudes which
I have found necessary to revise in order to make room for spiritually
fulfilling and Earth-focused ritual: 1. We assume wilderness does not include
people. This attitude is a uniquely Western perspective based in large
part upon (male) domination of "virginal" lands. It creates a
perpetual separation between humanity and the rest of natural life, a system
of law that does not recognize aboriginal tenure of wildlands and a philosophy
that "improves" land by destroying it. Conversely, when we can
see that the majority of human cultures have coexisted with wildlands,
that traditional societies practice sustainable management and that the
wilderness experienced by European explorers was simply land where other
peoples implemented sophisticated wildlife and land management the Europeans
did not understand, we can drop the mystique of the great uninhabited wilderness
and begin to develop a more nurturing relationship between ourselves and
the Earth, wherever we may live. Don't wait for a trip to the Yukon or
the Sierras to get in touch with your spirit. Go out in your yard and sit
with the dandelions. 2. We assume that, when creating or recreating Earth-based
rituals, it's acceptable to appropriate bits and pieces from other cultures
to assemble something new. This is a very touchy subject. Traditional peoples
who have had virtually every other aspect of their lives appropriated as
"resources" by industrialized society are tired of being mined
for their rituals. At the same time, people who are still spiritually in
touch with the Earth wish others would get the message and stop plundering
the planet. As heirs to the cultural dismemberment that accompanies industrialization,
many of us are aching to fill the spiritual void we feel. When we come
into contact with traditions or imagery that suggest a stronger and mystical
connection to the Earth, we are attracted and want them for ourselves.
Many of us are so disenchanted or appalled by the direction our own society
has taken we want to jump ship for a way of life that seems more in tune
with our values. The problem is that no matter how far we may run, we still
carry with us most of our Westernized, urbanized, industrialized attitudes.
Many such attitudes are problematic, such as the idea that if we see something
we like, we can simply take it or buy it. We have also been conditioned
to concentrate on the image or surface of what we encounter while ignoring
the content, so when we encounter traditional ritual we feel that if we
can somehow possess the trappings of ceremony we have the key to the door
of spirituality. But spirit comes from within, and the material symbols
that a people evolves to use in ritual are just that: symbols. They signify
complex concepts that can only be understood by persons raised within the
traditions to which they belong. Further, traditional Indigenous spirituality
and ceremony are inseparable from culture and geography, since all have
coevolved and are mutually reinforcing. In addition, Earth-based spirituality
is by its very nature more visceral than conceptual. It cannot be analyzed;
it must be felt. No matter how much we want it, no matter how much we are
willing to pay, no matter how loudly we protest or how facile our justifications
and denial, if it isn't ours we cannot truly have it. The idea of unequivocal
inaccessibility is one that our cultural biases find extremely difficult
to accept. It's a mind-wrenching concept. Here is another one: In our lifetimes,
we may not ever see the creation of ceremony, rituals and traditions that
both belong to us and have a power and relevance equal to those of our
Indigenous neighbors. However, if we start now our great-grandchildren
may share a spiritual groundedness that approaches what we strive for.
The lag comes from the time required to repeat and layer ceremony through
many seasonal cycles and human generations before it truly roots itself
as traditional ritual. This is not to say that we cannot devise an entire
constellation of personally fulfilling and spiritually engaging rituals
right now. But which material we choose to work with makes a significant
difference between deluding ourselves and disrespecting our neighbors on
the one hand, and reconnecting with our own birthrights on the other. In
my opinion, when we find ourselves attracted by Indigenous spiritual ways,
the healthy attitude is one of inspiration, not emulation. 3. We assume
our own, often European, traditions of celebrating the Earth and its cycles
are lost in time - in other words, "you can't go back." It may
come as a surprise to consider that the Western concept of time as linear
and irreversible is only a cultural perspective, but so it is. In fact,
for many of the very cultures that have attracted attention lately, time
runs in cycles, or flows in many directions, or even allows past, present
and future to occupy the same space. Certainly for all of our ancestors,
time flowed differently than it does today. When we open ourselves to the
possibility of time behaving differently than we have been taught, then
the traditions of our own ancestry, our birthrights, become immediately
more accessible. Certainly unraveling the tangles of lineage may take some
work, but any single line will eventually lead back to a point when the
people were Indigenous, in tune with the Earth, and when they celebrated
their spirituality with meaningful rituals, rituals rightfully our own.
It certainly is no greater stretch to rediscover, reclaim or rebuild meaningful
cultural and spiritual ties to an ancestor from Friesland, the Czech Republic,
Romania or Scotland, or for that matter Lascaux, than it is for a Euro-American
to legitimately lead an Ojibwe or Lakota sweat lodge. The question is really
not one of going back in time. It is one of getting back on track. Trust
in the Hidden (#11#) The Healing Earth Tarot Card Deck by Vivienne Moon
review (The Healing Earth Tarot, Jyoti and David McKie, 106-card deck and
228-page book, Llewellyn Publishers, $34.95) So, is this a Tarot deck or
isn't it? The Healing Earth Tarot puts a new twist on a old divination
system. The first obvious difference is that this deck contains 106 cards,
as opposed to the traditional 78-card deck. The second major difference
is the focus of this entire system. It was realized in order to "develop
relevant teachings from the traditional tarot to a contemporary global
awareness." Structurally, this system is basically the same as a traditional
deck. It consists of Major and Minor Arcana. The Major Arcana has been
recast to include the concepts of shamanism and multiculturalism. For example,
The Hermit has evolved into The Wise Old Woman, still signifying listening
to our inner voice of wisdom, but expanded, "beyond the fertility
of the Empress to the later years of our lives when male and female merge
into a dance of remembering our wholeness. She is the dark womb of grandmother
goddess." And we have The Magician transformed into The Shaman: "Aware
that to be fully alive means to move with change." Again, this energy
is represented by a female figure. Further, the cards in the Major Arcana
carry no numbers to place them in a specific order. The Minor Arcana consists
of six instead of four suits. The two new additions are that of Pipes and
Feathers. Pipes have been added to represent the concept of healing - not
just ourselves or others, but our planet as well. Pipes correspond with
the "elements" of herbal lore and wood. Feathers, on the other
hand, represent the element of ether. They are specifically aligned with
all matters of psychism and spirit. Each suit still contains an ace through
10; however, the structure of the court cards has been altered slightly.
Kings and queens who sat on thrones in all of their regal glory have evolved
into grandmothers and grandfathers. Knights and pages have been recast
into the more easily identifiable concept of men and women. Now with the
introductions of the newest additions to our cast of characters out of
the way, we can - finally! - take a look at the overall deck. The Healing
Earth Tarot has some of the most beautiful artwork I have seen on a deck
in quite a long time. At first glance, it reminded me of Aboriginal artwork
with its shark-tooth, brightly colored border around each card. Upon closer
examination, one can clearly see the multicultural elements. What I see,
however, is a strong basis in Native American spirituality. My favorite
card is The Medicine Wheel which - you guessed it! - takes the place of
The Wheel of Fortune. In fact, most of the illustrations are based on a
circular motif, sprinkling elements of Native American concepts throughout.
Jyoti McKie illustrated all of the cards herself, drawing upon inspiration
from her dreams. What she and her subconscious have produced is a deck
of vividly colorful, beautifully detailed images. What I love about these
cards is that, although there is a great amount of clarity and detail to
each image, this deck is also great for those of us who love to scry. There
is enough ambiguity present within the structure of the image to allow
for some intense meditation and pathworking. Speaking of the artwork, this
would be a good time to address the topic of the two new suits in the Minor
Arcana: the Feathers and the Pipes. I think a commentary on the artwork
for these cards can sum up their presence in the deck. When I look at the
illustrations for the cards in these two suits separately from the others
in the deck, what I see is still very beautiful and well thought out. But,
at the same time, they are somewhat sterile. It is obvious that these "new
suits" don't have the inspiration for their images coming from the
massive energy of years in the collective unconscious that the traditional
four do. I have been reading Tarot for 17 years, and at first I was skeptical
about adding any new suits to a Tarot deck. However, after examining the
deck and its premise as a whole, I found the additional suits on the balance
to be helpful rather than a hindrance. This is largely because the entire
mission of this divination system is not to tell fortunes, but to enlighten
querents about their own healing as well as the healing of our planet.
This deck is accompanied by a 228-page, softcover book suspiciously called
The Healing Tarot. As a good companion volume should, it contains black
and white illustrations of each card along with the meaning behind the
symbolism the artist chose to incorporate into each card and its divinatory
meaning. It does not, however, go into lengthy discussions on the care
of the cards, proper way to shuffle and so on. Nor does it give any correlation
for cards and astrological significance, color, day of the week and so
on. This is where we must get down to brass tacks concerning this system.
If you are looking for the specific day when Aunt Millicent will finally
find Uncle Harry's long lost will, this is not the deck to use. The Healing
Earth Tarot forces its querents to look within themselves to see what could
possibly be done from the inside in order to influence what is going on
outside. The Major Arcana still, very obviously in fact, contains all of
the elements of the spiritual side of life. However, the divinatory meanings
for the Minor Arcana do not contain phrases such as, "sudden misfortune,
ruin of plans, defeat in a war." In contrast, the corresponding card
in The Healing Earth Tarot tells us "In a reading, the Ten of Crystals
clearly tells us that what we are hanging on to is truly dead. All we need
to do is surrender to that insight for something new to be born."
The truly creative and intuitive will see that lack of detail in the meanings
of the cards as a springboard for all sorts of insights into one's makeup.
Included in the companion book are six new spreads especially designed
for this new system. I chose to experiment with the Six Suits Spread and
the Allies Spread for this review. The Six Suits Spread is based upon the
North American Indian Medicine Wheel and is used to clarify any problem
or situation needing insight. The six cards are lain in a circle and read
according to what each position means: what needs to be done on a material
level, guidance from the psychic realm and so on. I found this spread and
the cards to be very accurate with what is going on in my life at the present
time - and, boy oh boy, is my life ever a test for any deck! Obviously,
some cards did come up ill-dignified, but I chose to do this particular
test run reading everything dignified. Very, very accurate and insightful.
OkayÉ so they told me things that I don't like to admit to myself.
There. I said it. The Allies Spread is all about defining your totems at
this stage in your development. I decided to read ill-dignified in this
spread if the situation presented itself as merely a block in the energy
of the card. Six cards are chosen from the Minor Arcana and one from the
Major. This spread, too, was very accurate. My last card, which was chosen
from the Major Arcana to represent the lesson being integrated at present,
was The Star - reversed. In my humble opinion, it couldn't better depict
what I should be learning and have the ability to accomplish, but have
been fighting and ignoring for months now. Excuse me while I shake off
a small chill. Overall, I enjoyed working with this deck. I have to be
careful with a recommendation, though. For those who feel that too much
talk about "spirit" and "lessons" is just too New Agey,
you should pass on this deck. There isn't enough meat to keep you interested.
However, if you are intrigued by Native American spirituality and have
a yearning to do some heavy introspection, this is the deck for you. It
is beautifully presented and well thought out. While it will not provide
you with the answers to mundane questions, it just may provide you with
the answer to yourself. Finally, for those who hate to get bogged down
with too much direction, The Healing Earth Tarot is something you should
own. It is an excellent springboard to enhance a creative reader's approach
to the art of insightful divination. If you already have previous Tarot
experience, picking up this deck won't be hard at all since it corresponds
very closely with the traditional Tarot. Actually, seasoned readers will
enjoy the challenge of learning "new" suits and figuring out
some "new" correspondences for themselves. Upon completing my
review, I decided to draw one card. What I drew was the Seven of Pipes.
It "means for you to trust in the hidden powers of existence to heal
and sustain you." Blessed be! The Broomstick (#12#) A Travel Guide
by Tiger von Pagel travel article Are you looking for new travel ideas?
How about a trip based on the Wheel of the Year? Here are some ideas for
vacation getaways, both far away and in our own Pacific Northwest backyard,
that relate to the Sabbats and their celebrations. This article's focus:
Mabon. Mabon, or the autumnal equinox, is the time of the harvest, for
reaping the bounty of the earth and celebrating the many gifts the gods
provide for our sustenance and celebration. It is also traditionally a
wine festival, when many vineyards in Europe commemorate the quality and
quantity of the grapes harvested and test the character of the year's vintage.
One of the best areas of the world to observe the lavishness of the harvest
is the French countryside, particularly the provinces of Burgundy, Alsace
and Champagne. From Paris, take the A6 roadway southeast into Burgundy,
viewing the ancient vineyards throughout the countryside from which the
namesake wine is created. Near the intersection of the A6 and the N74 is
the picturesque village of Beaune, famous for its wine cellars (or caves
as they are called by the locals). North of Beaune is the lively town of
Dijon, where the Festival International de Folklore, a week-long celebration
of music, art and food, is held in early September. The final day of the
festival is the Fjte de la Vigne, a special observance of the vineyards
of the region. From this region, travel northeast on the A36 to the province
of Alsace. Just west of the German border is the medieval town of Colmar,
which hosts a wine festival in August. Follow the Route du Vin, a winding
road that tours a myriad of villages and hamlets all primarily focused
on the production of wine. Move northwest into the region of Champagne
and the vintners' town of Epernay, home to many of the world's best known
producers of the bubbly stuff. Many caves in this area offer tours and
free samples, and most vintage produced here is done so by the "methode
champenoise," an ancient French law that governs the making of champagne.
According to this law, any sparkling wines created outside this province
cannot legally be called champagne. Remember this on your next trip to
the liquor store! We may not have true champagne, but the Northwest is
a prominent region for fine wines. The Mount Baker Vineyards in mid-September
holds its annual Grapestomp, a festival of food, crafts and squishing grapes
in giant vats. Tours are available year round at the Chateau St. Michelle
Winery, near Woodinville, which is also a site for outdoor concerts. You
can also sample local flavor here at the Columbia Winery, one of the oldest
wineries in the state, or at the Snoqualmie Winery, overlooking the mountains
near Snoqualmie Falls. If you truly wish to experience the sights, sounds
and tastes of the harvest festival, there is no better way than at one
of the many country fairs of the Pacific Northwest. There are quite a few
throughout Washington and Oregon, some of the more colorful events include
the Wild Blackberry Festival in Elma, Washington, the Pendleton Roundup
in Pendleton, Oregon, and the Bigfoot at Baker Festival in Maple Falls,
Washington. Of course, one of the biggest and best celebrations is the
Puyallup Fair, more than two weeks of fruits, vegetables, flowers, livestock,
arts, crafts, food, games and fun. Wander among the exhibition stands,
take a deep breath and thank the gods for their bounty and beauty. For
those who would like to explore the French countryside, but have not the
resources for such a journey, I can recommend reading The Travellers Wine
Guide to France by Christopher Fielden, a wonderful guide to the wineries
throughout France. Or explore from your home computer via numerous web
pages devoted to travel. I enjoy the Lonely Planet Web pages at: http://www.lonelyplanet.com.au/dest/eur/fra.htm
Even the Puyallup Fair has a Web site! Get into the harvest festival spirit
at: http://www.thefair.com Happy traveling! Book Reviews (#13#) Use "Candle
Magick" to get an "Astral Lover" or maybe a "Mythical
Beast" by Vivienne Moon review Advanced Candle Magick by Raymond Buckland
Llewellyn Publishers - 265 pages- small format -$12.95 US Appendix, Bibliography,
index I don't care what anyone says, I like Ray. The very first time I
ever met him, the very first thing he ever did was tell me an off-color
joke. It was instant like. His latest work, Advanced Candle Magick presents
the reader with an abundance of information. Literally one half of this
book is information about candle magick and ways to enhance its practice.
Some other recently published books on the subject are of the fluffy variety
in that they simply make suggestions for candle lighting. Ray's volume,
however, gives the reader the basics on the workings of candle magick,
covering general information regarding the practice of magick: Timing,
Bodily Preparation, Stones, Magickal Tool Construction, Poppets, Plackets,
etc. Once Ray gets into the subject at hand, he begins with a section on
making your own candles. Very informative for anyone who has never done
so. Dressing, lighting and extinguishing are also covered, something I
have not seen in other recent works on the subject (can you believe it?).
Finally, we have the Ritual Section. His rituals are not simple nor are
they complex. The structure allows for multiple night's work as well as
physical manipulation of the elements on the altar, which is why the term
ritual is most appropriate here, rather than the much over-used term "spell."
By his own admission, Ray has included rituals concentrating on the most
requested subjects from the scads of letters he receives. Some of the more
interesting topics for ritual candle magick are: To Protect From Abuse,
To Bring About Reconsideration (of a decision already rendered), To Stop
a Bad Habit, as well as the standard Wiccan Rites of Passage for Birth,
Puberty and Death . Concluding the work is an Appendix with no less than
13 Tables. Subjects covered include Magickal Alphabets, Planetary Hours
(yes, the cheat sheet for those of us who are mathematically inept), Planetary
Properties and Magickal Properties of Herbs. I loved the Tables. Can never
have too many tables! Advanced Candle Magick presents a copious amount
of information in 265 pages. As for a comparison to its forerunner, Practical
Candleburning Rituals (Llewellyn Publishers, 1970), there are many differences
and similarities. The main difference is that the new volume has a decidedly
more Wiccan slant. Gone are the two variations on the same ritual, one
for the Christians of the group and one for those of the Old Religion.
Also, there were many complaints from friends of mine about the Black workings
in the first book. However, this latest work includes a section on ethics
straight away. While there is a repeat of information regarding preparation
for the actual Rituals, I much prefer this newer edition. It is much more
readable, more slick in its presentation and overall just more pleasing
to work with. It makes candle magick easily accessible to even a first
time reader on the subject. This would be an excellent text for a class
on the subject and I am considering using it for just that. More experienced
practitioners may find this a useful "quick reference" and springboard
from which to elaborate. But whatever your particular situation, Advanced
Candle Magick deserves a look. Astral Love: Romance, Ecstasy & Higher
Consciousness by D.J. Conway 1996 Llewellyn Publishers - Softcover - Small
Format - $12.95 178 pgs - Bibliography - Index I should have known. I should
have guessed it from the Harlequin Romance-esque title and cheesy cover
illustration that I would hate this book. It actually took me only five
pages to finally discover the truth. I have to admit right off the bat,
the subject matter of this book is not something which particularly intrigues
me. I really wanted to like this book - to learn something from it about
a subject I am not very well versed in. What I found was a lot of drivel,
horribly put together and a growing embarrassment for the author. Granted,
there are a lot of experiences one can have on the astral. Some good, lots
not so good, and some waters are better left uncharted until one is ready.
A serious work on this topic should include a serious look at what can
happen to the uninitiated and unprotected who dabble. Instead, we get a
chapter called "The Good, The Not-So-Good and the Slimy." Again,
one should take into consideration that in the astral, just as on this
earthly plane, not everyone you come across is suitable for and/or wants
anything more than companionship. In Astral Love, we have the chapter "Friendship
vs. Courtship." I realize that Llewellyn is trying to keep their Tantra
& Sexual Arts series alive, but volumes such as this just aren't going
to do it. I also realize that there are many individuals out there who
indulge in this sort of sexual practice. For those new to this practice,
this is not the manual to teach you how. The chapter which was the most
humorous and the best example of this: "The Benefits of Astral Love."
"There are a number of reasons having a true Astral Lover is beneficial,"
writes Conway. Not contracting STD's (OK), not passing an STD (works for
me), fulfilling sex for singles (isn't that called MASTURBATION with a
large dose of fantasy thrown in on the mundane level, D.J.?), and my favorite
grasping reason: not having to conform to the wishes of family, matchmakers
or orthodox religion. Now, correct me if I am wrong, but those who are
truly trapped by and care about the tenets of orthodox religion wouldn't
even read a book like this in the first place, right? And in the neighborhood
where I come from , anyone who spent large amounts of time in the astral,
lover or no, was the recipient of an all expenses paid "vacation"
in the Bellevue Mental Ward (Bellevue, New York City, is a famous large
mental hospital.) After my fifth page, I finally decided what Astral Love
reminds me of. That old "How to Pick Up Girls" book every guy
in high school was strolling around with, reciting lines from. Except,
this is the 90's version. Soda shops be damned! "Meet you in the astral,
baby!" When I have a lover, I am sorry, but I want it to be on this
earthly plane that I chose to incarnate on. I want to put all of my energy
into making this earthly relationship the best it can be - spend my time
nurturing and honoring my man in this dimension. So, to have to expend
all of the time and the energy in the astral that this book suggests is
necessary to acquire your cosmic lover....NO THANKS! Besides, call me kooky,
but if Hank ever found out I was doing this, there is a 100% chance he
would call it-CHEATING! < Giggle> Once I decided that this was not
a book to be taken seriously, I had a bit of fun with the chapter, "The
Good, Not-So-Good and the Slimy." < Giggle> Sounds like a trip
to the local club back in New Jersey where I grew up. Then, back to the
chapter, "Friendship vs. Courtship." Hey! I covered all of this
in grades eight through 12! But the most fun I had was with the blurb on
the back cover when I first received the book, which proclaims in bold
letters, "Boost your self-esteem through the healing effects of a
relationship with a higher-level astral being who really cares about you."
Sounds like something Niles from the TV show Frasier would say. All this
from the woman who gave us the brilliant reference, Falcon Feather &
Valkyrie Sword. What I want to know is, D.J.-surely it was your astral
lover who put you up to penning this humorous book and not your conscious
mind. So, let's all just forget this astral lover book and get a good night's
sleep!