On Saturday I braved a trip to the wilds of Getafe (or so it felt for how long it took to get there) in the South of Madrid where I took part in a ritual recommended to me by someone in the Espiral group. It was in the local civic centre and we had a lot of space in a room used as a gym space for the fifteen of us to work in. They had me cleansing the space and calling in and out Fire in the South (which of-course I ballsed up, as I always do when I have to say something of any length in Spanish that I can't read off a sheet.) Funnily enough once again we had the task of putting things into knots in a cord that we wanted to get rid of and burning them in a central cauldron (great minds think alike), and the rest of the ritual consisted of meditations with ancestor candles, song and dance. As for the journey back, well I'd like to say I've got a firm grip on the Madrid public transport system - this journey back flushed that down the toilet. But hey, on the plus side, we all got hideously lost together so it was at least an opportunity to get to know some of the lovely faces there. :) Til next time. xx
Tuesday, 5 November 2013
Samhain
Samhain this year was much more eventful than Mabon, which unfortunately is one of those sabbats which I often neglect to mark as it's usually moving time. On Thursday night I did my own ritual, and my mini altar ended up looking pretty swish given the limited resources I had to hand. My little ritual consisted of meditations to old Loreena McKennitt favourites 'All Soul's Night' and 'Dante's prayer', and the bulk of it consisted of writing things I wanted to get rid of on pieces of paper and burned them in a bowl, disposing the ashes to the four winds out my balcony window. The smoke went everywhere somewhat but I'm sure Spirit got the message. I also did two rune casts, Samhain night being the best night for divination, one for a general overview, and one for advice in what to put energy into manifesting over the coming year. Afterwards I went to the Halloween special of the weekly Beerlingual pub quiz (which I did badly at as usual lol.)
Sunday, 3 November 2013
Espiral 1
Espiral 1 took place the 26th and 27th October, and is the Spanish version of the first course of Reclaiming training. Having taken something similar online in English I was able to follow the course content more easily than the rest of the group despite the obvious difficulty with the language barriers. We began with a lecture on the history of Paganism in Spain, then went onto temple chakra dance (opening the chakras with dance.) We raised energy and drew oracle cards (moon cards and deity cards) and had their meanings explained to us:
I tried to get the most out of the meditations we did but my mind tends to wander during meditations in Spanish as it's so much harder to concentrate on the words. The first day was 11 hours of rapid-fire Spanish which in itself was exhausting and it's annoying being so much more tired than everyone else when I want to engage as much as possible.... and also hungrier than everyone else lol. Mealtimes is one of those things I simply won't adjust to, yet the entire working day/ school day/ anything day that involves other people or even leaving the flat (if you want to go to the shop lol) is structured around it. We had lunch around 2:30, and the workshop was scheduled to finish at 9. So around 7 the instructor said, ok, if you want to go out and get some chocolate and a coffee or something, we'll have a short break now.... so I shit you not we hiked to the nearest supermarket, sat in a coffee shop and filled up on hot drinks and snacks. Now really, Spaniards.... why snack all evening just to eat dinner when you get home at 10 when you can eat dinner at a sensible time. Arghhh! Anywho the ritual at the end was nice, (something we helped put together in groups), and one of many nice Spanish quirks of ritual is to have a mini altar for each element, so here they were for Espiral 1:
The next day we went to the park on a bright and sunny morning to do work with the Iron and Pearl pentacles (I did Iron online last year and am now in the middle of Pearl, work I explained to them was more detailed in the online English version but it was really nicer in a group.) We explored the points of the Iron and Pearl Pentacles and other pentacles too I hadn't worked with before, and learned there were different movements for each one, in a kind of stadha/ yoga type approach which I liked.
Espiral 2 will take place with the same group in mid-December, conveniently just after I finish Pearl Pentacle in English :).
xx
I tried to get the most out of the meditations we did but my mind tends to wander during meditations in Spanish as it's so much harder to concentrate on the words. The first day was 11 hours of rapid-fire Spanish which in itself was exhausting and it's annoying being so much more tired than everyone else when I want to engage as much as possible.... and also hungrier than everyone else lol. Mealtimes is one of those things I simply won't adjust to, yet the entire working day/ school day/ anything day that involves other people or even leaving the flat (if you want to go to the shop lol) is structured around it. We had lunch around 2:30, and the workshop was scheduled to finish at 9. So around 7 the instructor said, ok, if you want to go out and get some chocolate and a coffee or something, we'll have a short break now.... so I shit you not we hiked to the nearest supermarket, sat in a coffee shop and filled up on hot drinks and snacks. Now really, Spaniards.... why snack all evening just to eat dinner when you get home at 10 when you can eat dinner at a sensible time. Arghhh! Anywho the ritual at the end was nice, (something we helped put together in groups), and one of many nice Spanish quirks of ritual is to have a mini altar for each element, so here they were for Espiral 1:
The next day we went to the park on a bright and sunny morning to do work with the Iron and Pearl pentacles (I did Iron online last year and am now in the middle of Pearl, work I explained to them was more detailed in the online English version but it was really nicer in a group.) We explored the points of the Iron and Pearl Pentacles and other pentacles too I hadn't worked with before, and learned there were different movements for each one, in a kind of stadha/ yoga type approach which I liked.
Espiral 2 will take place with the same group in mid-December, conveniently just after I finish Pearl Pentacle in English :).
xx
Sunday, 15 September 2013
The Glastonbury Goddess conference 2013
Also better late than never....
The Glastonbury Goddess conference was another event I'd been wanting to do for a long time but not had the money or the opportunity, however this year I got lucky and bagged myself the last Melissa (working) ticket! Here's a day-by-day low down on Melissa-ing in Glastonbury:
Saturday 27th July I arrived at Heaphy's eatery (not realising before that they had accommodation - yay!) as they were full up at the Crown Inn, even though I booked weeks in advance. Beware people, July is a very busy time of year in Glastonbury! Book ridiculously early!
Sunday 28th July There were several groups meeting in different places, some of them meeting in the same places, and I got to the Camino too early and ended up in the wrong group. Daft me, and there was lots of shunting people around between venues. Awkward! But eventually I met Tina Free, Koko's Queen Bee replacement, for our meeting, and soon we were whizzing off to raid Morrisons and plan our ritual.
Monday 29th July I helped set up in the town hall, and in the afternoon, while preparing potatoes for the Melissas' feast, we took under our wings those who didn't know anyone or whose English wasn't so hot, and made them feel more at home. N'aww. By the time we were done the town hall looked like this:
The main stage
Tuesday 30th July I was on reception and it was all go from 8am onwards! We had morning talks, my favourite of which was on the body of the Goddess in the landscape of Avalon. We then got into Earth circle groups, picking from the first image below which group resonated the best with us (I picked caves in the Northwest, on the premise that getting ready for Spain was like my summer gestation period of waiting and preparing.) In the afternoon we moved trees into the town hall for the 'Welcome to Paradise' sacred drama in the evening which was very powerful, and bravo to the brave women who performed.
Wednesday 31st July We had morning talks (of which I enjoyed Jacqui Woodward-Smith's poetry the most). Another Melissa and I then filled little paper bags with the soil of the world that people had brought along - we had some interesting conversations but perhaps weren't filling the bags with quite the right energy we were supposed to! In the afternoon I went to Jane Meredith's workshop on healing our relationship with the wheel of the year. We moved physically through a representation of it on the floor, then stopped at when we were born, our favourite sabbat and our least favourite. Some people picked their least favourite because they didn't like the time of year, others because they didn't like the symbolic associations. Three of us hated Beltane, and we reached the joint conclusion that not meeting life/sexual expectations, being forced into life phases and generally getting left behind was the main reason.
Thursday 1st August I went to morning prayers in the goddess temple, then on my free day I ended up, by chance, at Chalice Well's Lammas ritual for free, just in time. It was really lovely and multifaith too.
I went for a walk afterwards to clear my head, ended up filling it with crap and ended up phoning Jacqui, who was the on-call conference counsellor so I could spew some rubbish at her for a bit (picking up pretty much where we left off in counselling last year.) Apparently my timing was just right lol. In the evening we had a sacred drama with a lot of touchy subjects which we didn't get a lot of warning for (but it was very thought-provoking nonetheless.) Afterwards I went to the pub with Bee and Simon (Swansea mooters) for much drunken political ranting and accompanied their friend back to the Covenstead to help 'finish off beers' before going back to Canada - my pleasure.
Friday 2nd August In the morning talks we had an introduction to the Motherworld, and Kathy Jones made a good point about people's reluctance to imagine a positive vision of mothers ruling the world (they're so unpleasant because they grew up in a patriachal society, apparently.) I was on reception with Roz in the afternoon, followed by the Healing the wounds of Patriarchy ritual. Well that brought up some shit and a half. We were to project our anger into stones representing our fears and inadequacies. Ouch.There was a lot of screaming and shouting (Jacqui had her work cut out), but it was lovely at the end, walking through a tunnel of people saying lovely things to you. It was later criticised as being 'dangeous and borderline evangelical', as indeed there hadn't really been enough space for everyone to do what they needed to do, but I got a lot out of it as I'm used to facing my own shit and actually felt in control. We were packed in like sardines though and there wasn't space for everyone to feel safe doing it.
Saturday 3rd August I barely slept because of a delightful roommate who insisted on snoring like a foghorn, but we had a great grounding of the motherworld ceremony and our final Earth circle and a Belgian pair handed out handmade barefoot sandals which cheered me up.
In the afternoon I melissaed at a sacred dance workshop I wouldn't have volunteered to join in with, but I got sucked in anyway by the very talented and weirdly reminded me of one of my book characters (Carolina) and I ended up really enjoying it. I went back to the hostel to grab a much-needed late afternoon kip but snorer was in there at it - so the gala ball in the evening would've been nice but we were working flat out and I could barely stay awake. In fact I did fall asleep during a very loud music performance and the other melissas sent me back early, which would've been fine, only snorer got there first so I got no more sleep anyway. Not cool. At least I looked cool turning up wearing this:
Sunday 4th August I got even less sleep the next night and was in a foul mood through the morning procession (it was also pissing it down somewhat) - I was all sung and danced out, but there was no end to the singing and dancing. We then had a gift exchange ceremony which was very nice (I suppose because I was well prepared for it what with Earthspiritcreations closing), followed by packing up. In the evening there was an awesome Dutch pair who turned up at the hostel, and since Sunday night is karaoke night, you can either attempt to sleep through it or you can join in - and despite sleep deprivation and a sore throat I did (to Weird Al songs), and also figured that I might sleep through snorer with a few beers down my neck.
Monday 5th August WRONG. I woke up in quite the rage as I'd now lost so much sleep it was making me ill. I had to text in to say I couldn't help out, and had to phone in sick to work, and by the time I got to see my darling Gingy (who lives en route), I was already beginning to cough and splutter on her. Cheers snorer. Even this picture doesn't quite cut how tired the average Melissa was by the end of it:
But hey I got really cool pics like this:
Verdict - Would I do it again? I enjoyed it very much but I won't Melissa again if I can afford the student ticket - it would've been exhausting just being there never mind working too.
Good stuff - It wasn't what I was expecting, but it was an enriching, diverse experience and an ample opportunity to network, which was what I hoped to get out of it. It was lovely seeing so many Spanish and otherwise Europeans there, and I now have Pagan contacts in Madrid. I felt like I was doing really good Goddess service, giving thanks for the good fortune I'd had in the previous few weeks. It was very well organised so thanks to Kathy and the team.
Bad stuff - I found the 'Motherworld' a bit daft in places, and I disliked the 'motherline' as an assumption that cisgendered females must have children. It seemed to reinforce this paradoxically ghastly Pagan feminist ideal that bearing a child is the most important thing a girl can aspire to. I've always got to speak for the minorities too - is was pretty cishet centric, and if you weren't a cis, straight woman you weren't really mentioned. Men are ok if they're feminised - gay people are alright, we're accepting like that - trans* people - oh well, I'm sure you'll slot in somewhere (not actually said but I could feel it.) There was a feeling of 'look how wonderful this is, now go spread the word!' with little room for discussion or debate at all. I guess the Avalon tradition is more different from what I'm used to than I thought - it's very relevant for Glastonbury dwellers and as much as I adore Glastonbury, it made me realise I definately made the right choice with Reclaiming. I know that's where my heart is!
The Glastonbury Goddess conference was another event I'd been wanting to do for a long time but not had the money or the opportunity, however this year I got lucky and bagged myself the last Melissa (working) ticket! Here's a day-by-day low down on Melissa-ing in Glastonbury:
Saturday 27th July I arrived at Heaphy's eatery (not realising before that they had accommodation - yay!) as they were full up at the Crown Inn, even though I booked weeks in advance. Beware people, July is a very busy time of year in Glastonbury! Book ridiculously early!
Sunday 28th July There were several groups meeting in different places, some of them meeting in the same places, and I got to the Camino too early and ended up in the wrong group. Daft me, and there was lots of shunting people around between venues. Awkward! But eventually I met Tina Free, Koko's Queen Bee replacement, for our meeting, and soon we were whizzing off to raid Morrisons and plan our ritual.
Monday 29th July I helped set up in the town hall, and in the afternoon, while preparing potatoes for the Melissas' feast, we took under our wings those who didn't know anyone or whose English wasn't so hot, and made them feel more at home. N'aww. By the time we were done the town hall looked like this:
The main stage
Lydia Ruyle's banners
Tuesday 30th July I was on reception and it was all go from 8am onwards! We had morning talks, my favourite of which was on the body of the Goddess in the landscape of Avalon. We then got into Earth circle groups, picking from the first image below which group resonated the best with us (I picked caves in the Northwest, on the premise that getting ready for Spain was like my summer gestation period of waiting and preparing.) In the afternoon we moved trees into the town hall for the 'Welcome to Paradise' sacred drama in the evening which was very powerful, and bravo to the brave women who performed.
Wednesday 31st July We had morning talks (of which I enjoyed Jacqui Woodward-Smith's poetry the most). Another Melissa and I then filled little paper bags with the soil of the world that people had brought along - we had some interesting conversations but perhaps weren't filling the bags with quite the right energy we were supposed to! In the afternoon I went to Jane Meredith's workshop on healing our relationship with the wheel of the year. We moved physically through a representation of it on the floor, then stopped at when we were born, our favourite sabbat and our least favourite. Some people picked their least favourite because they didn't like the time of year, others because they didn't like the symbolic associations. Three of us hated Beltane, and we reached the joint conclusion that not meeting life/sexual expectations, being forced into life phases and generally getting left behind was the main reason.
In the evening we attended an amazing Lammas ritual in Bushey Combe, led by fire priestesses after a procession. There were some random kids off the street who had tagged along and they ended up having a great time.There was an atheist French girl from our dorm who had come for 'the day' and was still there after 5 days, busting some moves in the drum circle afterwards.
Thursday 1st August I went to morning prayers in the goddess temple, then on my free day I ended up, by chance, at Chalice Well's Lammas ritual for free, just in time. It was really lovely and multifaith too.
I went for a walk afterwards to clear my head, ended up filling it with crap and ended up phoning Jacqui, who was the on-call conference counsellor so I could spew some rubbish at her for a bit (picking up pretty much where we left off in counselling last year.) Apparently my timing was just right lol. In the evening we had a sacred drama with a lot of touchy subjects which we didn't get a lot of warning for (but it was very thought-provoking nonetheless.) Afterwards I went to the pub with Bee and Simon (Swansea mooters) for much drunken political ranting and accompanied their friend back to the Covenstead to help 'finish off beers' before going back to Canada - my pleasure.
Friday 2nd August In the morning talks we had an introduction to the Motherworld, and Kathy Jones made a good point about people's reluctance to imagine a positive vision of mothers ruling the world (they're so unpleasant because they grew up in a patriachal society, apparently.) I was on reception with Roz in the afternoon, followed by the Healing the wounds of Patriarchy ritual. Well that brought up some shit and a half. We were to project our anger into stones representing our fears and inadequacies. Ouch.There was a lot of screaming and shouting (Jacqui had her work cut out), but it was lovely at the end, walking through a tunnel of people saying lovely things to you. It was later criticised as being 'dangeous and borderline evangelical', as indeed there hadn't really been enough space for everyone to do what they needed to do, but I got a lot out of it as I'm used to facing my own shit and actually felt in control. We were packed in like sardines though and there wasn't space for everyone to feel safe doing it.
Saturday 3rd August I barely slept because of a delightful roommate who insisted on snoring like a foghorn, but we had a great grounding of the motherworld ceremony and our final Earth circle and a Belgian pair handed out handmade barefoot sandals which cheered me up.
In the afternoon I melissaed at a sacred dance workshop I wouldn't have volunteered to join in with, but I got sucked in anyway by the very talented and weirdly reminded me of one of my book characters (Carolina) and I ended up really enjoying it. I went back to the hostel to grab a much-needed late afternoon kip but snorer was in there at it - so the gala ball in the evening would've been nice but we were working flat out and I could barely stay awake. In fact I did fall asleep during a very loud music performance and the other melissas sent me back early, which would've been fine, only snorer got there first so I got no more sleep anyway. Not cool. At least I looked cool turning up wearing this:
Sunday 4th August I got even less sleep the next night and was in a foul mood through the morning procession (it was also pissing it down somewhat) - I was all sung and danced out, but there was no end to the singing and dancing. We then had a gift exchange ceremony which was very nice (I suppose because I was well prepared for it what with Earthspiritcreations closing), followed by packing up. In the evening there was an awesome Dutch pair who turned up at the hostel, and since Sunday night is karaoke night, you can either attempt to sleep through it or you can join in - and despite sleep deprivation and a sore throat I did (to Weird Al songs), and also figured that I might sleep through snorer with a few beers down my neck.
Monday 5th August WRONG. I woke up in quite the rage as I'd now lost so much sleep it was making me ill. I had to text in to say I couldn't help out, and had to phone in sick to work, and by the time I got to see my darling Gingy (who lives en route), I was already beginning to cough and splutter on her. Cheers snorer. Even this picture doesn't quite cut how tired the average Melissa was by the end of it:
But hey I got really cool pics like this:
Verdict - Would I do it again? I enjoyed it very much but I won't Melissa again if I can afford the student ticket - it would've been exhausting just being there never mind working too.
Good stuff - It wasn't what I was expecting, but it was an enriching, diverse experience and an ample opportunity to network, which was what I hoped to get out of it. It was lovely seeing so many Spanish and otherwise Europeans there, and I now have Pagan contacts in Madrid. I felt like I was doing really good Goddess service, giving thanks for the good fortune I'd had in the previous few weeks. It was very well organised so thanks to Kathy and the team.
Bad stuff - I found the 'Motherworld' a bit daft in places, and I disliked the 'motherline' as an assumption that cisgendered females must have children. It seemed to reinforce this paradoxically ghastly Pagan feminist ideal that bearing a child is the most important thing a girl can aspire to. I've always got to speak for the minorities too - is was pretty cishet centric, and if you weren't a cis, straight woman you weren't really mentioned. Men are ok if they're feminised - gay people are alright, we're accepting like that - trans* people - oh well, I'm sure you'll slot in somewhere (not actually said but I could feel it.) There was a feeling of 'look how wonderful this is, now go spread the word!' with little room for discussion or debate at all. I guess the Avalon tradition is more different from what I'm used to than I thought - it's very relevant for Glastonbury dwellers and as much as I adore Glastonbury, it made me realise I definately made the right choice with Reclaiming. I know that's where my heart is!
)O(
Friday, 13 September 2013
Times of Hope and Chaos - A Weekend with Starhawk
Well, this post is extraordinarily late, I hear you say, for
an event that took place in mid-May – however I’ve spent the summer juggling a
full time job, a long distance relationship and writing a novel, so bear with
me folks. This weekend workshop was too fabulous to neglect writing about
altogether, so better late than never. The trip also included meeting lots of
new people, attending the brilliant Glastonbury moot at the Mitre Inn, tea and
chats with our friends at the Buddleia Bar, an evening music event by local
group StarSong, a Reclaiming UK meeting and a cosy late night ritual on top of
the Tor. The workshop was advertised on Starhawk’s website like so:
It began with an exceptionally crappy year, whereby when I
finally had enough money to book a place at the workshop only to discover
they’d only just sold out of places, I was mortified yet not terribly
surprised. I decided to go to Glastonbury that week anyway on an enormous job
hunt (which unfortunately was unsuccessful, but I eventually found work
elsewhere for the summer.) With a heavy heart I traipsed up to the Goddess
temple to ask Kathy Jones if there was the slightest possibility that there
would be a spare ticket going despite having sold out weeks before, and she
told me she’d let me know. I realised I may as well make a little holiday out
of my job search trip, thinking I’d get nothing more out of it, and my friend
Emily came to stay for a couple of days. Just as I was heading to the hostel
with her after picking her up from the bus stop, Kathy came bouncing down the
street towards me to tell me there was one weekend ticket left (which had ME
bouncing about for a good few hours.) I took Emily round the shops and showed
her a picture of Starhawk in a book, to which she smiled and nodded with mild
interest. In the evening we were heading up the Tor, and while my mind was a
million miles away, she said to me, “Isn’t that that woman out of the book?”
pointing up ahead to where Starhawk was climbing the Tor towards us and I
thought I might just lose my footing and go tumbling all the way down. She took
to pinging the bobble on my coat which yeah, would be amusing after an
exhausting European tour. She proceeded to do yoga in the rain on top of the
Tor while I bounced up and down all night like a mad puppy.
I took notes throughout the weekend and I’ve put together a
summary of them along with my own personal reflections both on what was
presented and work I’ve done from Starhawk’s books and Reclaiming material in
the past.
She began the workshop with exercises I recognised from The
Earth Path, anchored/grounded walking, a way to keep calm in times of stress
and panic and a way she trains protestors not to be knocked down, spiritually
or physically. It involves grounding and being rooted and moving around and
being aware of your surroundings at the same time, which seems paradoxical but
it really works. We then cast a circle with a visualisation of our favourite
colour – everyone in the circle had their own favourite colour so they were
woven together in a tapestry of 60 odd ribbons. We then created allies to an
Element that we feel drawn to – I picked Earth allies of strength, patience,
and the life force of trees.
Any magickal work begins with a vision or an intention, and
we connected to Deep Self through Talking Self and Younger Self (terms used in
Reclaiming for different levels of the psyche – Talking Self never shuts up and
doesn’t really pay attention to what’s going on around you, and Deep Self is a
lot like your subconscious – pretty much the opposite); Younger Self
understands things the way a child does, through symbolism of candles, colours
and shapes. We were asked to create a symbol that embodies a clear image of
what we wanted to achieve (rather than focussing on what we don’t want) –
standing FOR something positive rather than AGAINST something negative. Even if
you don’t succeed you’ve built something that’s one step closer to success.
We were asked to envision a future based upon the following
points:
·
Where does the energy come from? (spiritual and
material)
·
How do you teach the young?
·
How do you care for the old/ sick/ disabled?
·
Where do you collect your water?
·
How do you make your livelihood?
·
What does the place look like?
·
Are there any new technologies?
We were then asked, what is sacred to you? I remember
reading this first in the Spiral Dance aged 17 and wasn’t sure what to say.
Aged 20 going on 21, I had to say:
·
Sustainability
·
LGBT rights
·
Teaching
·
Communication
Aha! My life has direction and I didn’t even realise it. We
were asked, how do you take the first steps towards this future? For me, it
would be teaching in Spain and working with Spanish Reclaimers in the coming
year. What would it be for you?
Starhawk then touched on contemporary social and
environmental issues, which last May was the Occupy Movement and anti- Monsanto
marches, and Fracking was just seeping into public consciousness. She talked
about techniques for direct action, protests and teaching, getting people to
notice things on Facebook, and generally making some noise! We need to be
healed, as much if not more so than the Earth – She will survive and regenerate
and life will spring forth, but we may not! She then explained what she’d seen
of the behaviour of people when faced directly with these challenges:
1.
In the wake of Monsanto, people may hide away
during this new transition period to build sustainable eco-communities, and to
make the change grow in small pockets of land.
2.
But it’s also important to interfere with the
destruction – standing up and stopping it, to be a force against it.
She highlighted that both of these reactions are important
in tandem. She went on to explain that in times of chaos, many people turn to
right-wing structures, rigid, destructive, seemingly ‘structured’, ‘organised’,
and overall, secure – but people need alternatives. When systems people depend upon
collapse, opportunities arise to start creating the new.
The Occupy movement,
she pointed out, to my surprise, was made up mostly of people not previously
involved in activism. Perhaps that shouldn’t come as such a surprise to someone
launched into an interest in political activism through one conference (see
previous post on relations between LGBT and Pagan communities.)
So she asked us next:
·
How do we use what we have to tap into creating
what we could have?
·
How do we deal with systems of power that seem
so much bigger than we are?
To this she came up with an amazing set of ideas, and as
ever with Starhawk, always one or two you’d never have thought of.
1.
Their power is partly in our consent – we
tacitly lend our consent to support systems we may or may not agree with, but
what pillars exist to support this? It requires public ignorance. How do we
change this?
2.
Lobby politicians, write to MPs.
3.
Mobilise peoples’ non-compliance – make a pledge
of resistance.
4.
Campaign, investigate, research, educate, hold
public meetings, liase with the media, form affinity groups, take part in or
run non-violence trainings, use alternative forms of pest control (like the NO
spray pledge).
Big corporations want three
things; money, power, and to look good. The politicians who pass the laws also
care about looking good. The easiest way to make them look bad is to undermine
their power! This can be done by forming a group discussion – make everyone
feel welcome, make everyone’s contribution valuable, despite disabilities,
children in tow, etc. The more people involved, the more widespread a movement
you can organise. To achieve success, push corporations and politicians into
negotiation. Upcoming at the time, on the 25th May, was the
International Day against Monsanto, with marches and meetings all over the
world, giving people an ample opportunity to put this into practice. As a final
question for the day, Starhawk put to us:
1.
How do you put your opponent in a dilemma? How
to make the inherent violence visible and shift public opinion? These were the
solutions and observations the group came up with:
·
Seed shares/ seed bank
·
Create a framework for social change
·
Use organic seed/plant stockists
·
Hybrid seeds contain natural genes whereas GM
seeds are completely outside nature – open pollinated seeds will breed true.
·
Overuse of pesticides leads to the farmers
needing to use more and more as the pests build resistance
·
Redistribution of land
In the second day of the workshop, entitled ‘Power, magick
and co-creation’, there was a shift in emphasis from what was happening to
short-term and long-term plans of what we can do about it. We began with a game
of power dynamics, acting as robots and controllers. The robots had no control
and the controllers had complete responsibility to keep the robots running and
functioning efficiently (walking around and not breaking anything/themselves.)
The number of robots and controllers changed throughout the game, and
afterwards some interesting observations were made:
·
Everyone else is playing along, they can’t break
down the system.
·
You think the people controlling you are in
control – but they’re not!
·
Multinational corporations are scared of us
getting out of control – what if we don’t buy their products?
·
The choices get fewer and fewer until it leads
to a breakdown of society, descending into chaos – there is potential for
rebellion.
·
The more we attempt to control, the more energy
it takes and the harder it becomes – the challenges come from the ‘need’ to
control, so be more vulnerable and you will have more energy.
It was a brilliant group we had that weekend, with more
people on the second day than the first, from a variety of different Pagan and
non-Pagan, activist and non-activist backgrounds, and I was grateful for their
many and new insights. We invoked the elements in the circle by dividing into
groups of elements, with the following representations:
·
Air – unusual sounds and noises
·
Fire – Rhythms, drums, clapping
·
Water – Song and music
·
Earth – Silence and gestures
We were left to come up with a way to present these motions
as part of a small ritual piece, but were not given much time to do it given
the large size of each group. We were asked afterwards to report back on how we
decided what to do. I was in the musical water group and we decided, very quickly
and seemingly on consensus, to sing ‘The River is Flowing’, a popular and
appropriate Pagan tune. However, due to the lack of time, we’d just broken into
song, a song that everyone seems to love – but not everyone had input. There
was a blind woman in our group who was not told which way everyone was facing
and any actions we had spontaneously put into our performance, we didn’t decide
whether everyone was actually happy with that song, and we didn’t decide on
which version of the lyrics to use.
In Starhawk’s wonderful way, a game and a performance turned
neatly into a discussion about consensus within groups. The wonderful thing
about Reclaiming is the way in which everyone is made to feel included, and
actively so, in a way that I rarely if ever see in other Pagan traditions.
Starhawk will deliberately address any and every type of minority or anyone
‘different’ who might be present at a workshop or reading her book or accessing
her material and work in some way or other. It took longer to explain diagrams
to the blind woman, when there were so many people in the group and time was so
constrained, but she did it – a complete understanding in the group could not
have been reached without it.
Consensus means you have your say, it doesn’t mean you have
your way! It’s reserved for crucial or important decisions as they take a lot
of time and energy. Starhawk then referenced Thomas Seeley’s work on studying
honeybee democracy, and how a swarm of bees make decisions. Scouts are sent out
to find a new place to live, and when they return, their different dances mean
different things – when enough scouts do the same dance they reach a consensus.
If they can’t decide on a place to live, they could break into two, lose the
Queen and the whole hive will die. Bees are pack insects as humans are pack
animals – if the group splits, it can fall apart permanently.
Next Starhawk presented an image from her new book, ‘The
Empowerment Manual’, called the ‘Talisman of Healthy Community’ (pictured.)
She explains it with the following points:
·
In a healthy group you have a balance of elements
·
There are different levels of social power even
if everyone has the same level of formal power
·
Groups in a decentralised fashion evolve like
butterflies ; egg – caterpillar – butterfly
·
Question ‘unearned’ power – listen to people with
good ideas regardless of education/background, or you would lose that person’s
perspective.
In LGBT circles we often talk about ‘privilege’ or ‘unearned
power’ within groups and communities, so power dynamics in groups was
something I was quite familiar with and
something I recognise as being important to pay attention to while working with
a group. In a meeting or longer group session, there needs to be an opportunity
for people to say something they might not have felt comfortable saying earlier;
there needs to be an open and understanding space for someone to be able to
take the risk to bring this up. When someone actually did this in the workshop,
we observed the way we laughed at the serious point that was made, using humour
to face pain or danger. Clear communication helps build trust – there needs to
be a way to hold people accountable.
We were encouraged to think of occasions when social or
formal power was abused in groups we have worked with, or when the group
dynamics have been unbalanced or the group fell apart entirely. This caused the
tension in the room to rise quite considerably as people remembered in anger
the way their efforts had been poured down the drain in fragmented and non-cohesive
groups. I gave two examples:
1.
In a Pagan group I worked with, two women with
formal power in the group took advantage of anyyone and everyone, and
eventually also gained so much social power that no one challenged their
bullying and unjustified banishing of various group members.
In a volunteer work group I was part of in
Spain, there was enormous pressure on everyone to interact constantly, which as
an introvert I found very claustrophobic. The project language was English, and
it was very intimidating for those who didn’t know anyone or didn’t speak much
English.
The final part of the workshop
focussed on different types of groups and networks. First were the hierarchy trees, a great way of spreading things out with a
focal point, then fishnet/ tangles/
knots – not impossible to communicate with but it has a more complex
structure.
·
Webs are a good tool for talking to equals, but
perhaps not so much with authority figures. They are good for establishing
relationships between equals who share common values – but it may be harder to
weed someone out with a hidden agenda. Every disagreement is a moral test.
·
Hierarchy trees are sometimes seen as
neo-feudalism, but on the other hand they are an efficient way for information
to flow easily and quickly up and down the ‘branches’ of the tree. We need to
be able to tell a demand from a request and watch how we frame out
conversations.
Things can easily go wrong in both types of structure, but
Starhawk here, based on forty years’ experience, gives some positive advice for
organising an event in a group, here a ritual:
·
There needs to be specific intent
·
One focus per cone of power
·
One gift per drum-trance (don’t over-libate)
·
When negative feedback emerges, it needs to be
dealt with in a timely fashion – will the critique be private or public? What
can be changed?
Thankfully she also gave advice on what to do when the shit
really hits the fan. I think every Pagan who has worked in a group has come
across, at some point or other, the horrible term people try to avoid – ‘bitchcraft’,
when it rears its ugly head. Fortunately here Starhawk once again comes to the
rescue on how to save (or at least minimise the lasting damage of) a warring
group that has fallen out over a particular incident:
·
Come up with a communication agreement (don’t
end up having a meeting about a meeting.)
·
Younger Self may yell – “No-one listens to me!”
Strong feelings are valid but there are many ways of looking at the issue – be gentle
with yourself.
·
DON’T try to resolve conflicts over email –
quote – “I will disenvowel you! [i.e., take all the vowels out] if you refuse
to talk to me about this face-to-face.” Unquote. Bad email communication can be
used as an excuse - you can’t pretend you didn’t mean what you wrote! So much
communication is non-verbal, which doesn’t come through in email.
·
Say, “Can you tell me what it is specifically I’m
doing to abuse my power? I can see you’re feeling something but you have to
take responsibility to tell me what I’ve done to evoke those feelings – if you
can’t then I can’t take your criticism seriously.”
Or:
“I’d love to hear DIRECTLY from YOU what has
upset you. Please come to me directly – I’ll find out eventually anyway.” (Don’t
gossip about me behind my back – my spies, they are everywhere!) (N.B, Starhawk
did not actually say this.)
The workshop was followed by a UK Reclaiming meeting, the
first I had attended, since my Reclaiming involvement is mostly with the
Spanish group. It was with a deep sense of irony that there were many people
who deliberately were not present (apparently a little while ago an online spat
had occurred that divided the UK Reclaiming community right down the middle,
beyond repair – I opted not to get involved or even ask what happened.)
Starhawk was fully aware of this and seemed slightly shifty about it – however the
meeting went well, much was planned and it was the best UK networking
opportunity I’ve been given.
April and May was a good time for my progression in
involvement in activism, with inspiring LGBT and Pagan leaders to learn from in
intensive sessions in such a short space of time. It thrills me that Starhawk’s
teachings reaches all corners of the Pagan community and hopefully, in time,
beyond; we are always faced with new political, environmental and societal
challenges, and four months down the line we are facing crisis in Syria and unscientific
badger culls – but the people are mobilising! And it’s wonderful to see!
The workshop was given as a promotion for Starhawk’s new
book, ‘The Empowerment Manual: A collaborative guide for groups’, and a video
was shown as a new teaser for the movie of ‘The Fifth Sacred Thing’, her
revolutionary ecotopian novel. The link for the book on Amazon is here:
And here is a free bonus chapter in PDF format!
And I’ll leave you with the fabulous video and link to the
movie website:
Go forth and demand the impossible!
Wednesday, 1 May 2013
The LGBT community as perceived by the Pagan community
Coming out
of the broom closet – no easy task as most of you will know, and doubly hard
when there are two closets from which to emerge into a harsh, intolerant and
often unforgiving world. Thank goodness we don’t live in medieval Europe
whereby I’d have been burnt at the stake, hosed down and then burnt again on
both counts. I want to discuss some of
the issues that I have come across in my day to day life as both a Pagan and a
member of the LGBT community, and the surprising things I have discovered about
how these two communities perceive each other and interact with one another.
I was
recently invited to an NUS LGBT conference in Manchester, UK (that is, the
National Union of Students conference for those identifying as Lesbian, Gay,
Bisexual, Trans* or other non-conforming gender or sexual identities), and as
one of my university’s representatives had dropped out at the last minute, I
decided on a whim to fill her place. This conference was an eye-opener to say
the least; never before had I seen such fervent political activism from such
inspiring and dedicated young speakers, and up until this point had been
largely ignorant as to the amount of voluntary work students do in the name of
LGBT rights across the whole UK student network. The sessions at this
conference I found the most useful were the Lesbian caucus and Faith caucus.
At lesbian
caucus we were asked how we feel about using the word ‘lesbian’ when talking to
other people, and how comfortable we are self-defining using that word. What
sprang instantly to mind for me was the way I get the same reaction using the
word ‘lesbian’ as I do the word ‘witch’, both words nobody likes to say but
words I don’t want to be ashamed to use while describing how I self-define. My
sexuality is nothing to be ashamed of, and I proudly reclaim the word
‘lesbian.’ In the same way I am proud of my religious beliefs and proudly
reclaim the word ‘witch.’ On the spur of the moment I grabbed the microphone
and told the assembled women that as a member of two oppressed minority groups,
I find that my fight to reclaim both of the words to describe this identity
have both helped each other to allow me express my sexuality and faith. When I
saw the grins spread across these peoples’ faces, as there were indeed many
Pagans in the room and those who similarly felt oppressed because of their
religious beliefs, I added that sure, sometimes I say ‘Pagan’ instead of
‘witch’, or I tell people I’m ‘gay’ instead of ‘a lesbian.’ Sometimes it’s just
easier to give the average Joe a mental image of a Druid in a stone circle
instead of the stereotypical witch, or, well – the ‘happy’ image that the word
‘gay’ brings to mind rather than the negative connotations the word ‘lesbian’
more often than not can conjure in people’s minds. No more can it be a taboo to
use these words! They are what I am!
That’s just
a bit about me and my first day at Conference. I want to start with how in my
experience the Pagan community is perceived by the LGBT community – “Ewww,
religion!” tends to be the most common reaction for me. It’s in their faces
even if it isn’t what comes out of their mouths. It’s surprising how much
resistance I’ve come up against in declaring myself a religious lesbian from
the LGBT community, without knowing what my faith is all about. There are many
LGBT atheists I know, particularly at university who shrink in horror at the
thought of us being voluntarily involved in anything to do with that icky word,
‘religion.’ ‘Wait, let me explain!’ often runs through my head as the old, ‘but
Paganism isn’t like mainstream religion, dot dot dot…’ monologue begins to race
to my mouth before the protester’s interest withers away entirely.
The next day was Faith Caucus, where
surprisingly, the Pagans assembled felt a good deal less oppressed than the
Christians and those from other religions. At this caucus I saw Christians
looking like they were on the verge of tears at the mere mention of the
subject, memories of being kicked out of families, churches and communities and
other horrors probably flashing through their minds. Of-course, the Pagan
community being generally accepting and largely embracing of those who identify
as LGBT, only at that point did I realise, relatively speaking, how lucky we
have it. In the Faith caucus it was easy to see the pain and frustration in
people’s eyes when they recounted the difficulties they’d faced in trying to
openly express both their faith and sexuality. Of-course in many mainstream
religions, gay and trans* people are led to believe that their deviance from
sexual or gender norms is not compatible with their faith.
Later on in the day was a Faith workshop,
addressing the techniques used to tackle the barriers between faith societies
and LGBT societies within universities. One of the other representatives from
my university asked me if I thought the workshop was too centred on mainstream
religions (well, I don’t expect my minority faith to get a shout-out in a one
hour workshop), but I found it to be a useful exercise nonetheless. I asked him
if our society had done anything to integrate with the Christian and Muslim
societies, to which he wrinkled his nose like I’d just stuck a smelly sock
under it. Negotiations unsuccessful/ not even attempted it would seem, and indeed
I know gays and lesbians of faith here in Swansea who find the University’s
Christian Union unwelcoming or even unapproachable, and have attempted to find
places of worship elsewhere. Yet how many closeted LGBT people do you think
there are within these societies who’d benefit hugely from a reach-out session
with the LGBT+ society? So many people between the ages of 18-25 are just
beginning to explore their sexuality and learn about who they are, and thus
university undergraduate students can be one of the most vulnerable groups and
most need this help. It’s something to think about if acting upon it doesn’t
seem to be an option.
I found the
inter-faith tolerance within the amassed LGBT groups at the conference very
inspiring. There was solidarity and strength in unity I’ve never felt at any
other inter-faith event I’ve attended as a Pagan. I didn’t feel at all
alienated for being a member of a minority religion most of them had never
heard of - in fact I felt a sense of support as strong if not stronger than
within Pagan circles. An Anglo-Catholic led prayers at the end with a small
group of us and never before had I felt so comfortable taking part in Christian
prayer with a majority group of Christians of various denominations. How’s that
for intersectionality!
Conference
got me thinking more generally about my own experiences within the Pagan
communities I’ve interacted with and responses from the wider community to LGBT
issues. Although generally accepting of LGBT and alternative gender identities/
sexualities/ lifestyles, some beliefs held aren’t as gay friendly as they might
appear.
“All acts of
love and pleasure are my rituals,” says the Goddess in Doreen Valiente’s Charge
of the Goddess. Taken from one of the most popular Pagan texts, one can assume
that love or sexual acts between anyone or any number of people (that is of-course
without violating the ‘harm none’ tenet) is not only acceptable but even
encouraged by the Goddess Herself. Our handfastings, or Pagan weddings also
reflect this, the requirement being that it be ‘between two people for as long
as their love lasts’, including same-sex partnerships (but excluding
polyamorous relationships, also generally accepted within the Pagan community,
but that’s another can of worms right there.) That’s all very well, but what
about when we come to The Great Rite and representations thereof? Personally I
have a dualistic view of deity, a god and a goddess being equally important and
complementary to one another. I find the ‘Goddess only’ view sexist and one-sided,
and that masculine and feminine energies need to be equally represented in the
whole of the natural world. However, does the traditional interpretation of the
Great rite and symbolism of human fertility in general not exclude gays and
lesbians? I’d like to stick my chalice in her chalice thank you very much! Not
an athame type, you see.
There are
ways around the fertility problem; for me, fertility of the Earth, the success
of the crops and sowing metaphorical seeds of ideas and projects are the way in
which I celebrate fertility, but it still doesn’t feel quite right. There are
male and female aspects of all of us, so in my view gay and lesbian sexualities
and partnerships are still a bringing together of masculine and feminine
energies. However I’ve recently left my local Pagan women’s group, feeling
increasingly unlike the rest of the women there; they seem to spend most of the
time talking about the female reproductive system which isn’t something I can
relate to. As an avid Starhawk fan it pains me to say that no, my lunar cycles
are not something I consider sacred or even value given that I’m not going to
end up with a partner who could give me children even if I had even the
remotest hankering to reproduce. Given the large numbers of people who identify
as LGBT within the Pagan community, surely I can’t be the only one to feel like
I don’t quite fit into a fertility religion?
In many
ancient shamanic cultures it was normal for the shaman to be transgender or not
defining within a gender binary, and yet British Traditional Wicca requires a
priest and a priestess to lead its rituals, usually demanding they be
cisgendered (born the sex they identify as) to boot? It’s easy to say that
Gerald Gardner’s open homophobia can be attributed to the fact that homophobia
was the general sentiment of the day, but despite the tremendous amount of work
he did in laying the foundation for modern neo-Pagan paths (without which most
of us would not be practising what we do), it disappoints me that someone so
forward-thinking in breaking through oppressive social structures could
actively exclude another oppressed minority group from his ideology.
Fortunately
nowadays most Pagan groups are wholly accepting of LGBT people, with groups
even created specifically for us such as the predominantly gay Radical Faeries;
but the Dianic tradition continues to disappoint and sadden me, particularly so
after seeing trans* issues taken so seriously at the NUS conference. I agree
that Zsuzsanna Budapest, founder of the Dianic tradition, has done wonderful
work for women and women’s rights, and an all-female tradition is what many
women who are victims of abuse and seek the goddess in their lives vitally
need. However the requirement that they be ‘womyn-born-womyn’ is something that
really makes my skin crawl. Are trans women not alienated, mocked, abused and
discriminated against enough in our [patriarchal] society? I was born and
raised female; I have a womb and a functioning menstrual cycle; I have the
potential to give birth. I didn’t choose to be born this way and while I recognise
my biological sex as female and generally conform to the female gender norms, I
otherwise don’t put myself inside of a gender binary. So for me the thought of
strongly identifying on one side of the gender binary but being rejected from a
single-sex group based on what’s between your legs makes my blood boil. Of-course
not all women identifying as Dianic or in a women-only group feel this way, but
there is a disgusting amount of transphobia in the Pagan feminist movement and
it needs to stop for the sake of our sisters turning to the old gods and
goddesses for love and guidance and overall, acceptance, something we’ve all
been looking for in the Pagan community.
Everything I’ve
written here is my own subjective opinion and of-course in no way reflects the
views of all Pagans or all members of the LGBT community; I’m open to comments
and counter-arguments - the spirit of debate is what keeps life interesting,
one of the most valuable things I learned at the NUS LGBT conference. To
conclude:
I proudly
reclaim the word ‘lesbian.’
I proudly reclaim the word ‘witch.’
This is part
of my identity – this is how I was born, this is how I will always be! I
encourage others to reclaim whatever words they see fit to describe themselves
and use them with pride.
So mote it be.
So mote it be.
Sophie
Horrocks, Swansea
Notes
1.
The
Charge of the Goddess, Doreen Valiente
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)