I'm what most might call a pantheist heathen, but you can forget the wiki definition of it, let alone linear concepts of duality or universality. It's more about comprehending the omniversal nature of the continuum than trying to reduce it to some omnipotent absolute. In essence the general belief in various spirit realms in which all things possess a "soul" entity (albeit individually or collectively) out of which they manifest their own characteristic forms. Hence the term "other worldly" in reference to the denizens of these alternate realms. That is to say, what polytheists call gods, may just be alternate beings or a collective entity on a different mortal plane of existence, like it is with the wights. Seen from a higher dimensional perspective, form is a temporal vessel of this "soul spirit", "life force" or "intelligent design" if you like, operating within the physical limitations of that mortal plane, but not necessarily bound by it in certain aspects. This is what accounts for the phenomenon of the egregor, doppelgänger, fylgja or "fetch" in unusual circumstances. Nor does it mean we cannot perceive what operates beyond that boundary state, rather, the problem lies in trying to relate it in tangible terms of the so-called "here and now".
All too often wiki flogs these concepts too academically to make any sense to anyone. Their assertion that "All is God" is misleading. They seem to have that same problem defining "Gitche-Manitou" which is the general pantheistic view of the Algonquin nations that "all things are interconnected", revolving around a story of a male creator spirit and the weaver (spider) woman, who move through the cosmos in creation as an on-going dynamic process, whereas the trickster spirit invokes change wherever things become too static. One does not necessarily "worship" these ideas, rather, contribute to their spirit meaning in that with which we are also able to create, respecting of course that every effect has a cause and every cause an effect in this web of existence.
Wednesday, 27 June 2012
About Pantheism
The logic is actually quite simple physics. The male creator represents the energy, the weaver woman- the transformation of it into the physical and the androgynous trickster (or strange force) that keeps the two in tandem.
Monday, 25 June 2012
Playgans piss me off
Wednesday, 20 June 2012
Wednesday, 13 June 2012
Hey, Mister Stregheria
Sunday, 10 June 2012
Personae, Gender and Transgender Fakes
As with spiritual movements, there are always the narcissists and cons who will assume any guise to serve whatever crusade will get them the most attention, gradually alluring the naive into their own lucrative spin on it. Of course, the more enigmatic or controversial the spin, the more alluring. These days, with the growing women's rights and LGBT movements, they come in all kinds of gender fakes, but these are not to be confused with those who are really being abused and oppressed on the home front. The difference is that the charade usually covers a whole mix of sociological controversies, not just sexual or religious, but any disabilities on the fringe of established medicine or psychology. These chameleons also have quite a track record of online role playing games, often using alot of animé, hentai and deviant art to embellish their personae; usually with erotic undertones. More often than not, such sexually "liberated" woman roles are actually men.
When challenged for any inconsistencies, they become increasingly ellusive and impertinent in their rhetoric to abate you into becoming confrontational, hence making you look like the offender. Conversely, their claims to be the victim of some heinous injustice; also serves the excuse of their need for such anonymity. If they can't get an entourage of minions to back them up, then the alternative is usually sock puppets (multiple fake identities).
While they may conveniently hide behind so much beguiling and misleading half-truths and come ons, it isn't hard to tell there's a hidden agenda when it persists in the same contradictory feedback cycles of trying to "get in everyone's face".
For further info: http://www.tsroadmap.com/early/transgender-hoaxes.html
Saturday, 9 June 2012
The Heathrow Airport Experience
Recently a friend told me the place was built atop the lesser known sacred site of a stone circle. Although the spirit I encountered came from elsewhere, chances are the site is still an open portal. It was around the beginning of July, 1980, a late afternoon. I had flown in from Strasbourg, hoping to catch the next flight to Keflavik, standby. If I didn't get on that flight I would have had to wait another two weeks. I was getting seriously jerked around at my work place, interfering with my performance, which required utmost concentration and accuracy in the heraldic handwork of ceremonial scrolls, and protocols of VIP visits. I had barely recovered from a burnout in April, so it was high time for a little self indulging TLC. I had to get as far away from these nuisances as I could, so Iceland couldn't have been more ideal.The fools actually thought I was putting them on. It never occurred to them that this wasn't the first time I traveled solo on a seeming whim. No, there was always a method to my madness and when they finally came to grips with the reality of it, they were the ones who couldn't handle it. “Why would anyone want to go to Iceland” they said, looking at me like I didn't know what I was talking about. Hanging around with a bunch of sheep-herded tourists in Ibiza or the Cotes d'Azure just isn't my style. I'm a real traveler with my own built-in radar and GPS and what I can't communicate in all the official EU languages, I do with hands and feet. I wanted to go to Iceland to see the world the way the ancient sagas saw it. That's just the way I am.
I was waiting there in the main hall. As transatlantic flights were on a different schedule than commuter, the hall was perfectly empty in that interim between schedules. I was pacing about the place, contemplating my alternatives, should I not get a seat on that flight. There was no way I was going back. I was looking at a poster when I felt a set of heavy foot falls approach from behind, then a warm hand touched my shoulder as a manly voice spoke reassuringly; “don't worry, you will get there”. I turned to respond, but no one was there.
Needless to say, I got there and everything was as I had ventured to imagine. It was like going to another planet entirely. The world as the Norse understood it between the realms of fire and ice. Now when I read the old sagas I know what they are talking about. This is what travel was meant to be, to explore the ancestors and wights of the land. As for my unexpected confidante in Heathrow, I'm sure my heathen colleagues know very well who that was.
Sunday, 3 June 2012
Understanding the Difference
It's a fact there's a lot of misinformation going around in popular pagan literature. All too often the authors have never even been beyond their own borders let alone had to master another language, rather, try to reinvent whatever ethnicity suits their fancy under the label of “Wicca” as if hermetic mysticism were the root of all western civilization. Instead, I've found Europe to have a far greater wealth of ancient traditions, well preserved in the works of traveling minstrels, poets and story-tellers, taking pride in a long heritage of oral tradition.
More often than not, the so-called “lack of written evidence” is just a lame excuse for what modern convenience can't provide in the English language. The irony is, the English language is relatively new compared to others of the European diaspora; thus tends to lack the concepts Germanic and Slavic still retain from as far back as their origins in the Caucasus. It can also be said of the Basques, who are actually native to Western Europe well before the last Ice Age, that their language holds the roots of earliest human beliefs.
Unfortunately, this kind of information is seldom appreciated by those who would rather imagine we are just living in the shadows of some lost magical race, with only an elite few privy to its powers; as if we haven't seen enough fanatics try to make such claims for the promise of utopia. No, I prefer to respect the providence it takes to evolve a reasonably viable existence by one's own means. It raises the question of how complacent we've become in all our urbane comfort. Bear in mind that the word “Craft” doesn't necessarily mean casting spells or summoning the powers that be, but that which you make possible with your own natural skills and kenning. A master of the art as opposed to a wannabe guru; the difference between a culture and a cult.
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