Qabalah and Diversity July 31, 2009
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Not sure where I’m going with this. Lately I’ve been attentive toward issues of othering. The episode with Professor Gates at Harvard holds more to it than meets the eye. In a way, I kind of don’t care about the conflict. One side says it’s about race, and the other side says it’s about class (though they won’t use that word even though the conflict clearly comes down to that as a dimension as well). Really, I see it as a conflict between Thug and Gown if you will. Rather than Town and Gown.
I’m not the only person who’s observed the festering infection of sadistic psychopaths putrefying law enforcement. The Blue Line folks have never enamored themselves to me. Not that officious busy-bodies nor poorly concealed vampires would care much about my approbation, mind you. But with all the cop shows, and the CSI type shows out there, I see our misguided public is in thrall to their reductio ad absurdam notions of Mickey-Mouse good and McScrooge Evil.
Since I log into tinfoil websites a lot, I have been exposed to this strange idea that Obama is not a US citizen, and I’ve pretty much come to my own conclusions that there’s a lot of vaporousness out there. To my mind, WGAF (who gives a F***)? It doesn’t have all that much to do with his abilities to do . . . whatever it is he’s supposed to do (dancing to the tune of them’s whut brung’im). I’ve always scented the noxious fumes of racism with that version of mouthbreathing. Likewise in the immigration debate, I’ve always scented that toxicity as well, from dimwits who refuse to see how their actions and mine as well contribute to the degradation of other parts of the world, so they can have their nachos and cheezy-crappy, their spiff hot-rods and their wowee plazmaskreens! They point out the different people who try and come over the border (which I think will at some point start to equal out due to the increasingly poor options the soon to be former US (STBFUSA) offer to their own people let alone any immigrants coming in) without noticing that there are forces with much more political power in the vEmpire/ncecronomy (cuntorations) that perceive benefits from not only bringing in “cheap labor” but also in augmenting the rancor and vituperation in the SPRAAAAAAAWWKlodytic “thug’Merkans” toward the brown people.
It’s all quite … well, qliphothic isn’t it?
[On Edit-hit he publish button too soon again, when I meant to add tags. One of these days, I'll learn!]
So in reading Dion Fortune’s Mystical Qabalah, I’m struck by how I’m changing myself, and seeing that being simultaneously in my more particularized “race” (meaning white-mutt) and also post-racial, living in that paradox of needing to participate somewhat in the embrace of my own particularity via ancestral awareness and reverence, and encouraging others to do the same, but also living in the question of inter-racial interaction. And again, I tend to broaden the categories of “race.”I would much rather know that a person has for instance Seneca ancestry rather than just being “part Native.” And rather than “white,” what sort of white? Pure Andalusian? Part Breton, part Bavarian? And notice I’m not using nationalities, but more particularized regions of nations. If someone says they’re “Irish”, fwa! County Sligo? Meath? Kildare? Ulster? Which!!!??? That’s what I want to know.
I myself don’t know what counties my Mom’s relatives hailed from. I doubt I’m alone in this regard of being disconnected from ancestral energies. As I contemplate Qabalah, it’s both something of no importance and yet, important too.
The notions of diversity probably don’t figure much into Ms. Fortune’s system, at least insofar as she would understand diversity notions now. I’m sure she would definitely be able to place the Orisha on the various sephiroth. Obatala seems to be one that resonates with Kether, but also perhaps something else. Olodumare also resonates with Kether. But where does racial division lie really, when it’s beyond polarity and duality? Geburah, perhaps?
For that matter, what about “self” and “other?” Is “self” necessarily the gender of the person? I don’t think so, particularly after meditating on the possibilities of their being say, a heterosexual yang woman, or a celibate yin transgender man for example. I’m just musing right now, and Fortune’s book has gotten me to look at my everyday reality differently. As I absorb this material, I will probably figure things out. I do sense however, that different people will resonate with different paths and Sephiroth and probably be drawn to their workings based on their own predilections, which probably have little to do with race. Whether it’s Oshun or Aphrodite or Astarte, the sephirah in question will be Netzach. Chango/Mars would be Geburah, etc.
Anyway. Lots of fun to think about, and to use as a new lens for the understanding of this convoluted and twisty reality.
Woke Up Laughing Today July 31, 2009
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I had this really zany dream: First off, I was walking to work here in Albany, and I was walking up Pearl Street, but there was construction going on, right at the busy intersection with State Street. It didn’t affect the auto traffic, but foot traffic was impeded. I found my path across State was blocked by a device that was moveable, but I didn’t know if moving it would cause problems. It seemed like something that an absent-minded or thoughtless worker had just left where it was, but I could have been wrong and didn’t want to make a second guess. Anyway, I looked for a way around it, and ended up walking gingerly on uneven road that was where quite a few cars were parked.
That wasn’t the funny part, though. Here it comes: Then, I was watching Bert Lahr as The Cowardly Lion, who was dressed up as a delivery guy from the 1950s (think Ralph Kramden), and he was in the driver’s seat of a van, delivering the other characters from “The Wizard of Oz” as well as some characters from “Sesame Street”–Oscar the Grouch, the COokie Monster, and Elmo who was sort of a grape color in my dream.
When I realized what was going on, I burst out laughing and woke up.
Doom Sonnet #33 July 30, 2009
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#33
I find odd times to practice gratitude–
the things I contemplate! Not just happy
verdance, abundance, et al. But the skewed
notions of those we call “crazy-scrappy”
frequently hold my bemused attention.
Not just the “Obama’s a Muslim” tropes,
but also the miasmic distention
focus on all things sexual. What hopes
do these nutjobs for Gun-nut Jesus hold
for this land, this people, this world? Driven,
some really desire Armaggeddon gold
paydirt of suffering on those different
from them, those denied by the denying.
“I’m another you?” Nope, they ain’t buying.
The Building I work In July 29, 2009
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Hir name is Laurentz’n. As with Gunder (the spirit of my home), Laurentz’n seems to be of indeterminate gender, though Gunder is more a shapeshifter. She appears as male sometimes, but he can also choose to be female. I never know with hir.
Anyway, Laurentz’n’s energy today seemed a mite giddy. S/he said that I was about to feel some elation about something. Something I want is about to come to pass. S/he said it had something to do with a candle spell I’ve done. I’ll be keeping my eyes peeled.
Multiple Streams III July 28, 2009
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Passing thoughts on attraction. I stopped in to a bagel shop to get a cup of coffee, and as I left, I opened the door just as this really pretty girl was walking in. She smiled at me–a very sweet, young, innocent smile, and I had to turn my head as she walked past me. There was a clarity and freshness in her eyes… yet there was also something a little … well, “dead.” I’m not sure exactly what I mean by that, but as I walked down the street, I saw a fellow who also stirred my passions, and his eyes were actually quite wounded, as well as having this “dead” quality.
I’m not sure what I mean by “dead” except that it’s more like numbness and the deadening of an anesthetic rather than a true necrosis. Perhaps because there is an aspect of myself that has this same quality, when I recognize it in others, I feel an instant spark. Though as I contemplate both of these encounters, I can’t help but muse about its addictive element. I could probably have various sorts of fantasies about these people, which would be a waste of time.
Student Loan Cunting. I showed my statement from Cuntigroup N.A.’s Student Loan Cuntoration, that has now been revised to show how much I’ve been gouged paid to the vEmpire necronomists via their own personal blood funnel attachment to my acCunt. [sic(k)] Well. It said I had thus far paid $46+K thus far… and that I still was being cunted for another $49+K. On a $50K loan to begin with. He agreed. Scam Scam Scam.
I’ve lit a white candle for justice. Perhaps we should start a magickal movement? Let’s all invoke Obatala, master of the white cloth, to remove our suffering and to right these wrongs.
On Edit: (I hit the Publish button too soon. My apologies. I did that yesterday as well.)
Mother Earth and Solar Energy. On my lunch hour again, I took my journal with me thinking that I might write. Well, I asked Mother Earth what to do, what should I write, and she told me to put my book aside, and just drink in the energy of the sun. Further, she said I should visualize myself naked, and that it was going directly into all of my skin. I need to find any available opportunity to do this very thing.
I must say that the solar energy did energize me. She also suggested I would “know more later” about what this practice will do, and that I should continue it on every day, even in winter time.
This time of year, as we leave the Litha window for Lughnaghsadh, I’m feeling rather giddy. For some reason, my three most favorite sabbats are Yule, Mabon and this one. I like Samhain too, but I don’t put it in the top three because a) it’s most pagans’ 1st or 2nd favorite holiday, and b) I personally think Samhain is in its own special category. I definitely feel that from Lammas to Imbolc, there’s a cresting energy. It probably starts in Litha sometime, perhaps around the mid part of July when the Sun crosses my natal nadir. I feel a palpable shift I guess around the Cancer new moon or the Capricorn full moon nearest that time. (And the last of those lunations was molto powerful!) Soon, I’ll be saying adieu to Athena and Lugh, and welcoming in Cerridwen and Merlin into my god/dess circle. (Re: Cerridwen–good to see old friends!)
(Funny, I just added a tag called “Solar energy” and I didn’t mean it the way most people think of it. “Solar energy of the spirit” would be more accurate.)
Glimmerglass Opera: The Consul July 27, 2009
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Over the weekend, I had the opportunity to take in Glimmerglass Opera’s production of The Consul by Gian-carlo Menotti. Opera has been an acquired taste for me. Before meeting my partner, the only opera I saw was a fairly workmanlike production of Il Nozze di Figaro at the Deutsche Oper in Berlin. And I must confess I was quite underwhelmed and bored.
I’ve since seen quite a few operas, and I have seen some great performances. The Strauss Elektra at Tanglewood a few years back (which wasn’t a production but a concert performance) riveted my attention. I also enjoyed Glimmerglass’s production of Philip Glass’s Orphee based on the film by Cocteau.
The Consul moved me no end however, especially the finale of Act II. As the characters’ frustrations with faceless bureaucracy mount, they become more poetic in one of the most intriguing elements of this piece. And Magda’s aria captures the true essence of our lives, that we are all in the hands of mother earth. Even though in the third act, the Secretary and another character sing about natural forces succumbing, that forms and papers always come first, seemed a sad and pathetic bit of humor amidst the sociopathic reality Menotti comments upon.
The thing that makes me wish to blog about it though, is simply that the sentiments and notions of the work have been with us for much longer than, oh, say the 1970s. I have been reading that the consciousness of our paradox of power and fragility has been with us for quite a long time, much longer than merely in the 20th century for that matter. Chekhov made note of environmental concerns in the late 19th century. But even before that there was Whitman, and Goethe, and Blake, and I’m sure others even before them.
It was wonderful however to see an opera that mixed these concerns with Kafka and prefiguring Philip K. Dick. Most delightful find, indeed.
Multiple Streams II July 24, 2009
Posted by frostwolftfirerose in Uncategorized.Tags: anger, authenticity, dead culture, FUSA, humor, integrity, necronomy, prophecy, ridiculousness, satire, stoopid-'Merkans, The Simpsons, vEmpire
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I have a number of thoughts swirling through my head today. There’s a lot out there to ponder.
I saw my counselor yesterday and I confessed about my desire to mock some of the nutjobs out there, with their SPRAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWK mentality and vaporous spewings O’nonsense. He said that it is good that I laugh at this insanity, and that I should accept this as a good thing. OK. So, I repeat back to these vEmpire-cunts to them what I hear them saying, which can be summed up like this:
SPRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWK SPRAWK SPRAWK SPRAWKSPRAWK SPRAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWK!
Anyway. /sarcasm.
Another stream seems to be about the notion of receiving those gifts like it suggests in the New Testament and elsewhere, but that eventually the maturation process involves walking away from those powers and embracing life as it is, and letting the spirit be the guiding force. As I progress in my magical practice, I see that this eventuality becomes not only more apparent, but I see that it will at some point become irresistibly desirable. I am seeing that I want to let go of certain vestiges of ego, while, in true 6th Step form, other parts of my ego I don’t want to let go. Yet.
It’s funny about the mind too, as I’ve been feeling self-doubtful about my abilities to be the leader of a community theater group. When I look at things on paper however, it seems that things are going well enough. I don’t feel like I’m doing as much as I could, but I have so many things to take care of, especially now since I’m probably going to be a homeowner/landlord soon. (GAAAAH!) But I do tend to believe the lesser about myself until I start talking about it.
On Energy Bulletin, I just read a little piece by Robert Jensen about being prophetic in a dead culture. It’s nice to receive some confirmation from another source about feeling that the USA is FUSA, a zombie nation that isn’t awake to its necrosis as of yet. I first awoke to that years ago when I attempted to visualize the spirit of the USA, and found instead a wispy shroud that didn’t even cover the regional totems of the various parts of the North American continent demarcated by the borders of this once great nation hollowed out by its imperiogastric cancer. It’s been dead for quite a while, but again few will acknowledge that, unless they have nothing vested in it. And I see that I do have some investment, though I don’t feel all that attached to it.
I find the word prophet to be an interesting one, and I thought one of the more secular words for prophetic being “authentic” provocative. Integrity might be better for the notion of prophecy. Aligned also might be a good one, to be soul-aligned in all one’s parts, including the aspects we judge as less than or dark. To come from a place of integrity is to act in right concord with one’s own spirit and understanding of this realm.
I muse about the pursuit of justice, and I keep thinking of one of the most powerful expressions of that I’ve ever seen. It was actually on an episode of The Simpsons from, gosh, 15-16 years ago now? It was when Montgomery Burns was running for office and trying to pretend that the Springfield River was just fine, that there was no pollution in it. So a press opportunity came up where Mr. Burns had dinner with Homer and family, and Marge served a three-eyed fish. Mr. Burns tried to eat it, but spit it out in slow motion, and his political career died at that moment. I look at that as a “quiet move” as in chess. Those are the opportunities that I see as “acting truth” to power.
I’ve done the speechifying, and I’ve written plays from that justice-hungry place, that feeling of outrage. It has its uses. But over time, I long for something better, I long to focus more on the dream and the vision rather than the lacking for it.
Not to give an endorsement necessarily, but while I was waiting to see my counselor, I got a chance to see part of Wayne Dyer’s new DVD “The Shift.” I was really touched by a scene from it where a woman noticed the beauty of her setting. I’m surrounded by beauty, and I cried tears of joyful identification. I was surprisingly overcome.
I might post more later. But I feel I need to look over my lines for the production of The Good Doctor by Neil Simon that I’m acting in. “Don’t take advantage of a weak, defenseless creature like myself!” T:hee!
Rapture/Sorting Hat July 23, 2009
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A few years ago, I had an idea to try and write a script from my own perception of a possible “rapture” scenario, where people perceive various doors just appearing in their everyday experience, and out of curiosity, just walk through them, and discover themselves inside alternate circumstances to our current reality. My idea was that the “rapture” was really more of a spiritual-energetic “comb-out” with people of various “densities” being combed into earths that were akin to their vibrations. And I conceived of the pieces as monologues spoken by the individuals from their new realities.
One of those alternate earths would of course be for the “raptured” Christians who would all end up on their own version of earth/paradise/heaven. And I speculated that while there might be some initial euphoria, it wouldn’t last long before the truly twisted and addicted amongst them started to realize they needed new “others” to demonize. Because I perceive that a Christian heaven would “keep its victims ready.” But what if those people who would have been their victims made different choices based on their own spiritual authority? What would happen to the fundy nutballs who ended up in Raptured Heaven-Earth?
I’m thinking now though, that a better possibility for a play might be the version of an alternate earth post-Spiritual Comb-Out where people with an essentially thug/brute nature–be they Christianist, Islamist, Jewishist, Corporatist, Paganist, Atheist, etc.–get combed into a pure thug reality. Of course, the dumbest and the weakest would probably be summarily dispatched, but the world created thereafter would most likely be that Hobbesian wet dream of All truly against All. The psychopaths’ . . . dream? Or nightmare?
It’s just a pipe-dream, I know. I dream of being combed into a world that would lead to inhabiting the halcyon future notions of the Hudson-Mohawk region/Schenecta and seeing those with more tribalistic violent notions be combed into their own Grand Theft Auto/theofascist marauder scenario to their hearts’ content. But I guess I’m just sort of musing about a life without psychopaths coming out of humanity’s pores. Ah, weh.
A witch can dream, can’t he?
Solar Eclipse and Felines July 22, 2009
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Just a quick note about yesterday’s solar eclipse at the end of Cancer. Both my partner and I noticed odd things about our cats. Last night I was sitting in my living room doing what-not when I noticed Samson look intently into the next room. I could see that he saw something, perhaps a ghost kitty (Kitzel-bitz? He’s been on my mind of late.) and his eyes got huge. He focused on a particular spot, and Ielt just a wee bit scared. Though mostly I was fascinated by whatever it was he was seeing.
Jody also noticed his cats were being odd, though he thought it was due to his having injured himself last night at SPAC. He pulled a calf muscle trying to negotiate a row of seats without bothering fellow ballet-goers in his row. I did some reiki–and I was rather surprised how, even though I don’t really utilize this ability how powerful it was and how specific as well–and saw for myself that his white cat Shiva (truly, that is his name!) was attracted by this energy. He sat near us.
So I am really curious how cats might be a part of whatever energies are arising. I’ll be watching them a bit more closely.
I drew the card of the Fool today July 21, 2009
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Again, the Fool is my card for this year from approximately Mabon to Mabon. So when I draw it, I look for anything of significance. A few odd details to share:
- Dream: I was driving my partner’s car (which we share), and I dropped him off somewhere west of where we live, and funny enough was still heading west “towards home”–which of course makes no sense in material reality–and then it started to snow. In my dream it was still July, the season hadn’t changed, and the snow was sticking to the ground. I was rather amazed at the volume and the said stickiness.
- “Foolishness” abounds in Albany-town today, as an oxymoron motivational seminar with Rudy Giuliani, Colin Powell, Zig Ziglar and others (wut uh buhnch uh wInnnnnnerzz them’ns!) has totally tied up traffic, alienated people who work downtown who park in already crowded lots, and caused buses to have to reroute to go slowly to get into town. I used my time productively, reading some of R. J. Stewart’s book on Merlin, and then when I started to feel some frustration, looked out and saw that the freeway was a parking lot with occasional fits of movement. So I practiced some acceptance and tolerance.
- Work has been pretty quiet, all things considered.
- Weird development with my house purchase–the Credit Union we’re getting the loan through notified us that they’re going to sell the mortgage to a Big-Name-Bank. I’m not thrilled by it. Not sure what to make of it.
- I also throw a rune and draw an Ogham each day. I drew Dagaz (daybreak) and the Pine/Silver Fir tree. I also decided it was time to choose a new Goddess Guidance card and received Sige “Quiet Time.”
- There is a meme on the Interweb today of contemplating the space between moments. Somehow I think of dancing energy and fairies in those interstices.
- I have been wanting to do things naked. Not just the obvious things, but I’d love to go shopping, mow the lawn, stop by the ATM, lounge in a coffee bar and play Scrabble. Do magick too, of course.
So, anyway, I see there’s quite a bit going on, even if most of it is behind material reality. I/we are all in contact with the nonmaterial universe all the time. We emanate from it. I’m fairly much in touch with the idea that quite a few of us are being sorcerer’s apprentice, crafting things out of our myopic desires without giving thought to how it has impact on our collective material reality. For Gaia is also creating along with, and she has her own wisdom and awareness. And she works with and against us all the time.
So today, having drawn three rather fun and freeing sorts of signs, I wish to express gratitude for my simple existence and to note that I’m just another magical being amongst other magical beings.