The thoughts and feelings of a Pirate Wiccan on Pagan issues and community.
A Pyrate Perspective
I thought that I would take a second to introduce myself a bit before I leap fully into this new writing endeavor.
When pirates come into your life, you get thrown about, topsy-turvey, on the sea of life. Things just never really stay the same ever again. Let me explain...
The Pirates of the C.U.C. (that’s Crew of Unsavory Characters to you) Constantine are self described as “a small collective of independent minds bent on bringing more pirate antics to the world.” You may have seen them singing and entertaining at Wisteria’s Summer Solstice and Cornstalk festivals, amongst others, or stumbled upon them on Facebook. Or maybe you were walking down Ludlow and caught a glimpse of a tricornered hat and a swinging tail that danced over a pair of very weathered boots, as the person who was wearing these things disapears with a jingle into Sitwells. Pirates like to pop up in odd places. They are also eclectic Pagans, living just outside of Cincinnati, Ohio and even though I no longer live in Cincinnati, I am one of them.
I was twenty-three when I first stumbled upon the pirates, and as we all know, twenty-three is a hectic, crazy sort of year. Twenty three shows up in Discordian theory a great deal and in Kaballah as the number associated with the Apocalypse. The “23 Enigma” is not something to be messed about with, and Jung always called it the number of “synchronicity”. Of course, looking back on it all now, it makes perfect sense. At the time, I had no idea that I needed to be wary of my twenty-third year. I had graduated from college, gotten a job at the university library and bought a house. My parents were pretty sure that they had me all settled down and cozy for the next fifty years or so, after which, I think they both assumed that they would be dead and would not have to worry about me anymore. Ha! (This just proves that parents aren’t as all knowing as they think they are).
When I found the pirates, I found the home of my heart. All of those things that I had been thinking and feeling for years suddenly had a place to come forth and flourish! Not only are they my chosen family, they also became my spiritual family. And they influence me in most things.
I am the Victorian lawyer of the crew and I’m usually the quiet one. No, sadly, you won’t see me on stage with the pirates, I’m just not that sort of person. If there’s an issue in the crew, I get to help settle it. I should warn you, dear reader, pirates are not nice. We are not “modest;” we drink...a lot. We often piss people off. We are in your face and proud of it! But, pirates still get things done.
Many things have changed since I found my crew. I’ve had to set sail down the great Mississippi, far from my old home, to land in a great port city. I am currently residing in one of the most infamous pirate towns of all time. I moved in with a cranky Wiccan pirate who likes to sing Jug-band music on the street corners. (Well, you have to do SOMETHING when you’re not sailing the seven seas!) And between he and I, we have some very definite opinions on the world around us.
I’ve heard complaints from people who have seen my writing before that “Pirates are not good role models!” No, you’re right, we’re not. We are everything your mother always told you not to be. We are intellectual hedonists who delight in making you walk the plank. And unfortunately for everyone involved, I have a strange mixture of Pirate Eclectic and Old School Wiccan going on in my spiritual practices. How does that work? Pshaw! Pirate!
So get your sea legs ready, bring a jug of whiskey, and come along as I give you life and spirituality from a Pyrate’s perspective!
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