The fallout from the Paris attacks from last week continues. Japan and the United States seek to resolve a longstanding dispute about military bases in Okinawa. And actress Emma Watson bonds with Pakistani activist Malala Yousafzai. It's Fiery Tuesday, our weekly segment about political and societal news from around the globe! All this and more for the Pagan News Beagle!
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As war and the fruits of war, including hatred and the desire for vengeance, threaten our human community, I take this opportunity republish a vision of a Society of Peace. If we cannot imagine a Society of Peace, we will never be able to create one. Can you imagine that:
As a child, you would not have to fight with your sisters or brothers for your father’s or your mother’s attention. You would not have one mother but many as you would be raised in a large extended family. Both girls and boys would be equally loved and cherished by their mothers and grandmothers and by their uncles and great-uncles. Both girls and boys would know that they would always have a place in the maternal clan. As a boy or a girl you would never have to “separate from” or “reject” your mother in order to “prove yourself as an individual” or in order to “grow up.” You could grow up without severing the bond with the ones who first loved you and first cared for you.
The prevalence of Catholic writers in science fiction is examined. The new hit video game Undertale is reviewed. And we take a look at Diane Duane's Young Wizards series. It's Airy Monday, our weekly segment on magic and religion in popular culture! All this and more for the Pagan News Beagle!
This week, the "planned" post was going to be about crystals with Inclusions. As you might have already figured out, this isn't that post.
In the last few weeks, we have been winding up the talk on the individual configurations and their metaphysical meanings. Which (if you've noticed) is the reason the past few posts have been out of alphabetical order (I am picking up crystals I didn't cover for one reason or another). However, there are three reasons I decided to revisit charging crystals this week, instead: #1 my mind has been on the Moon phase (more than usual) lately, #2 the Full Moon is coming up, and #3 a friend asked a question about charging....
Even though I was born at the end of the baby boom, one of the ways I know I am an American boomer is that I remember the assassination of President John F. Kennedy. The shock and grief of it is etched in my bones and still quivers in the sacred cells of my body. I was barely four years old on that November day in 1963. I was with my mother, who was attending a tupperware party at a friend’s trailer near where we lived in the mountains of Northern California. While the women learned about saving leftovers, my father and my mother’s friend’s husband went out back for some target practice. I can’t remember how the news arrived - but I do remember the deep shock and grief of the adults, and since I’d been hearing gun shots so close, in my four year old brain, I thought I’d heard the shot that killed him. Grief and shock have a way of doing that, etching collective pain into our bones and jarring the very sacred cells of our bodies. My country (and many around the world) continued in that state of grief and shock as we, as Americans, gathered with family and friends the following Thursday for my nation’s Thanksgiving.
As y’all know, I’m working on a ritual for feminine sovereignty, and I’m making some headway – I’ve been researching ancestors to uplift and trying to get more than just names, because to empower them, we need to link them to their deeds. Even before I got much into this, I suspected that this was a Freyja-fueled conspiracy, and even more so now, because the subject of beauty has come up for me, and it is something that I’m not particularly comfortable with. I’m gonna be blunt, and please keep in mind that this is me unpacking my baggage, so if you view beauty differently than me, please feel free to talk about said differences, because it would probably be to my benefit, and maybe that of someone else reading.
For me, beauty isn’t fun. I know women who talk about using their femininity against men, and I have issues with it. On some level, I consider it lazy. (yes, I know that this is a respectability politics thing playing out in my head, but it’s there, so why the f*ck not acknowledge the toxic thoughts?)...
This year we decided to take a small break and celebrate Samhain and honour our ancestors by visiting the Museum of Witchcraft and Magic in Boscastle, Cornwall, and join their revelries. It was a spectacular night. As we descended along the twisty lane to enter the small fishing village in the gathering dusk we were met by a host of witches, tourists and black clad Morris men- traditional British folk dancers with flaming torches and crow feathers in their tall top hats. The sound of drums and fiddles echoed off the cliffs above and mingled with the sounds of the sea and the reeling gulls.
Traditional Border Morris men (or sides) wear the colour black, to leave their identity behind and take on the role of spirits as they honour the underworld and the winter to come. They danced to ancient songs, their feet mirroring the turn of the year and the battles between winter and summer in the courtyard of the museum, where the many a witch of generations passed has donated their magical tools, and beneath the library that holds the history of our traditions going back centuries. The audience around them sat or stood enrapt, many of them being those who walk the old ways themselves, bedecked in their cloaks, with wide eyed children sitting at their feet dressed as sprites and spirits....