30 Day Paganism Meme: Day 6 ~ Beliefs – Divination, mysticism and various woo shit

First off, I’m going to make it quite clear that the definition of “magic” has never really been concrete and immutable. Alistair Crowley may have attempted to codify a definition of ceremonial magick to differentiate it from stage illusions, but that’s one of many working definitions in the communities under the pagan & polytheist umbrella, and only a handful of the others are based on or influenced by Crowley’s — and if you’re being perfectly honest, you know this is the case.

To many Christians (and I know this from experiencing conversations with said about this topic), any kind of divination is automatically “magic” and forbidden to them — except to the few of those specific Christians why count astrology as a science. To some Hellenists (including those seeking to sully the term “religious reconstruction” with their own brand of Neoplatonic fundamental absolutist One-True-Wayism) “magic” is the use of so-called supernatural forces to alter reality and is automatically “hubris” because they can find a few ancient writers who agreed (I will return to this). To a lot of pagans and polytheists, including this one guy I’ve butted heads with several times, the line between what is “religion” and what is “magic” is ultimately quite blurry and may include not only divination, but also meditation and basic prayer.

Now, I don’t subscribe to an all-or-nothing worldview where either all is magic or nothing is magic — I believe it is safe to say that spellcraft is magic, and without a doubt, so is ceremonial magic, but if I pray to Apollon and the Mousai with a request that my friend Jason and I create a brilliant piece of music, and then we do, in fact, create something we both agree is brilliant enough to put our own names on and which a third friend is willing to première in Brisbane — was that magic? By some definitions I’ve heard from a pagan or two in-person, the fact that I burned some bay with that request (shh!) technically may make it spellcraft — obviously, she missed the fact that I don’t do spells, so why don’t we just smile and nod condescendingly, because we know better [taps nose].

As for ancient Hellas, I’m going to quote my friend Gavin, cos she put it about as well as I would:

I do not argue that it is obvious that some people in some places at some points in time of ancient Greek society did not hold magic in high esteem, believed it to be hubris and its practice was taboo. But at the same time there is also evidence of people who did practice magic, both high and low, in ancient Greek societies. I hear this explained away by the anti magic crowd as, “Well clearly they knew what they were doing was wrong and they did it anyway.” Uh-huh. I guess that’s one way to explain away contrary evidence while still allowing your pet theory to stand, but its a pretty weak one. By that same token, thousands of years from now, someone could, say, come upon the writings of Pat Robertson and decide that everyone in our culture believed that abortion and homosexuality was morally wrong, but people were still gay and had abortions, well they must have known what they were doing was wrong and did it anyway. We all know its not as simplistic as that, some people hold those beliefs while other people most certainly do not. And since ancient Greece is not in any way the mono culture such people so desperately want to believe that it was, doesn’t it make more sense to assume that different people, living in different places at different periods of time held different options on the practice of magic?

The “logic” that the ancient Hellenes who practised magics “obviously knew it was hubris and did it anyway” really quite fails in the same way that Fred Phelps may like to claim that I “obviously” know that sucking dick and worshipping any God but his is “sinful, but [I] do it anyway knowing this” is full of fail. No, I worship the Gods of Hellas because I believe it in my heart is the right thing to do — and I suck dick because I believe that the myriad ways to give and receive orgasm is a Divine gift. Similarly, many in this day and age who practise magic believe it little more than a tool to aide in or supplement religious practises, so it makes sense that since this culture really hasn’t come all that far from ancient Hellas that there was definitely a similar line of thought to those ancient Hellenes who practised magic. That said, you really can’t argue with the fact that there was a cult of Kirke, nor that Homer’s epigrams included an invocation to Kirke to punish those who have wronged one — nor can you argue with the fact that, like the mythos of many other deities, Kirke’s hardly begins and ends with The Odyssey.

Furthermore, if you place a large amount of spiritual validity in Fate, and/or give the Moirai a large amount of importance in the workings of the world, then logically speaking, those who practise magics cannot possibly be working against their own fates, as they were obviously predestined to practise magics. Now, you can still believe that magic may be hubris, depending on where you place the Moirai in relation to other deities, and if you believe that the Moirai are too disconnected from humanity to care for the desires of, say, Athene (as an example I just pulled out of my arse), then the logic of “magic = hubris” would still be consistent, because now Hubris would be defined as something only certain deities care enough to define, and therefore would only be applicable to certain philosophical schools and/or cults to individual deities. While this formula may then call into question the placement of, say, Zeus as “the Supreme Deity” (since now even He is a mere thread in the tapestry of the Moirai), the existence of cult worship can work around this.

Furthermore, since it is clear that Kirke is an immortal goddess (this is even spoken by Hermes in The Odyssey), complete with Her own cult centre on the quaintly named Isles of Witches (Pharmakoussai) off the coast of Attika, it’s seems apparent that “hubris” may in fact vary from cult to cult — it would seem rather odd if the cult of Kirke would set a bar against spells and potions. Additionally, if modern polytheists are quick to allege that Hera is not the bitter shrew that Homer portrayed in The Odyssey, and indeed point to a vast mythology that quite hardly begins and ends with Homer (who, of the goddesses he portrayed in his epics, was most consistently favourable toward Athene, and clearly using the rest to at least occasionally exercise his own misogynies and apparently personal biases), then the bias that persists against Kirke seems doubly harsh, as her mythology is also far more complex than the picture painted by Homer. I may not be of Her cult, but I can still call bullshit when I see it.

That said, as I’ve stated prior, I don’t do spellwork (unless you follow a loose definition that any ritualised prayer that consists of requesting divine assistance, especially when it comes, is therefore “spellwork”). I definitely don’t do ceremonial magic (absolutely never interested me). I do, though, practise regular divinations.

Divination, at least the definition I use, is the use of a medium to ask the Gods for clues to be interpreted and which may prove useful later. This medium can be nearly anything, and the clues given are usually vague, but sometimes alarmingly clear. My preferred media are scrying, or “seeing something in nothing”, and tasseomancy, or cup-reading; I’ve also occasionally used dowsing with pendulum or, as a child, with a deck of cards; recently, I’ve created tiles for Greek alphabet divination, but have seldom used them.

I’ve been reading cups of tea a Greek (Turkish) coffee since high school, and I’ve gotten rather good at it. You start with loose-leaf tea coffee made in an ibrik (which has to be ground to a fine powder or it will be too bitter), drink until no more than half a tablespoon of liquid is left, then you upturn the cup, hold it tight to the saucer, gift it a good shake, then allow it to run down the inner surface while you form your question. You look for shapes and symbolism that will help you answer it. This method of divination was developed with the ancient Hellenes and used sediment from the bottom of a cup of wine, then later coffee from Ethiopia, and then even later tea — and I think this method may have developed independently in India, as well, but don’t quote me.

Scrying is commonly associated with crystal balls, and indeed, they are popular for it, but I prefer a matte black bowl filled with water or the smoke from incense or bay. I’ve considered trying an obsidian glass (commonly called a “scrying mirror”), but I like my water and smoke — mainly cos they’re cheap, but I was delighted to learn that ancient Hellas was familiar with nearly all forms of scrying, and even had a few springs reserved (apparently) just for the purpose. I first attempted this in high school, but got bored with waiting to see something, and abandoned any further attempts until about four or five years ago, when I managed some success. The way it works best for me is to start by “blurring my vision” and then slowly easing myself into a self-trance; I kind of did this on accident the first time, and still find it impossible to explain how to do this and make it work. Only advice I can offer that seems true to my experiences, is “try to force it, and it won’t work”.

Dowsing is most commonly associated with the use of a forked branch in an attempt to find groundwater (sometimes referred to as “water witching”) and this method may be of 15th Century CE German origin, but pendulums were used earlier in the ancient Near East, and it was first recorded by the ancient Hellenes as being widely practised on Crete as early as 400BCE, and there is evidence that pendulums were used at Delphi[link]. I first did this when I was in high school and used it occasionally until my senior year; the method I got used to was with a dowsing board, and I later learned that most people prefer to do it “freehand” and just determine before holding up the pendulum which direction means what — I prefer a board because it’s consistent and it can leave fewer questions about which direction things start swinging in. I’ve also learned that some people will use just about anything as a pendulum, but I prefer to pick my pendulums the way some people pick their tarot card decks — which would be to browse as many as I can until I find one that I “feel” would get along best with me (or, at least, this is how I’ve heard from a few people how they pick their tarot decks, so I’m assuming it’s relatively common with people who prefer tarot); this would also be the main reason I haven’t had a dowsing session since high school. As a few may know, I left my family’s home rather abruptly the week after my eighteenth birthday, leaving me to finish high-school on my own after deciding on a dime, “fuck this place” and moving to Ann Arbor — long story short, I left a lot of shit behind, including my dowsing board and pendulum, and I haven’t found a pendulum I really liked since, though I’ve since considered replacing my own dowsing board with something hand-made, either painted or embroidered. Well, I take that back, I’ve found a couple pendulums that I feel I could work with, but either other expenses come up, or, during the moments I could, in theory, afford it, I haven’t thought about picking one of them up — and it’s not like I don’t already have other divination methods that also work for me.

Now, dowsing with a deck of cards is something that, as a small child, I first learned about on a now-cancelled program called Pinwheel that my babysitter got on cable. It wasn’t described as “dowsing” in the sketch it was shown in, but it worked pretty much the same way. From memory, the sketch started with a girl looking for her lost thing, and the puppet set up as a sort of gypsy-fortuneteller type handed the girl a deck of cards and directed her to throw them into the air 52 Pickup-style, and that when she reached the final card, she’d find her thing. I did this a lot as a child after that episode, much the the annoyance of my mother, but honestly? It helped me find a lot of things.

Now I do find it oddly coincidental that I started looking into and doing these methods of divination all before I formally started looking into Hellenismos — and that they all managed to also be methods that were also used in ancient Hellas. I also find it rather odd that, in the modern community, or at least the public face of said on-line, like past and present Neokoroi Mantikoi seem to prefer tarot cards.

I’m really not trying to “diss” tarot or people who prefer it and really get along with it. Truth me told, I dabbled in learning tarot during high school, and I just never really liked it. I had nothing to do with learning the meanings of cards, that was actually the easier and more interesting part, and it had nothing to do with various spreads being “restrictive” — in fact, I found a few that I liked and which could have worked for me. In fact, the *only* time I delved into spellcraft (when I was seventeen), it was a method that utilised tarot cards and… let’s just say that the results have forever made me sceptical of those who assert that “magic/spellcraft doesn’t work” — that one incident was enough to convince me that those who can say such things either a) never tried it, and so are basing their “theory” unscientifically on an untested hypothesis, or b) if they tried it, they were totally doing it wrong. That one incident also was freaky enough at the time that it killed my interest in doing anything else with spellcraft, but pretty much as a personal interest only — it did leave me sure that there were definitely people who were meant to delve into this sort of work, and these people did not include myself — I suppose it’s also possible that I misread things completely and that this was a sign that I should dive into it more deeply, but if that’s really the case, then the Theoi really have no problem pointing shit like that out to me when I’m being stubborn.

I’m also really re-thinking the title of this post, as I’ve already made it kinda clear that the “Big Woo” part of my practise is hard to put into coherent thoughts and words. I will also add, though, that I’ve felt a similar nudge toward Trophonios that Sarah Kate has, but I also feel free to explore this at my own pace.

As to whether or not magics and/or divination should be a central focus of Hellenismos, well, I think the ancient Hellenes have left a pretty workable model for that: Most people had vocations and interests that lied elsewhere, and so if their ethics were such that they could make use of those who could perform spells or divinations, then there was no real need to learn it themselves. In fact, oracular work took a lot of training in both receiving and interpreting, so it stands to reason that most people simply weren’t going to do that; maybe a higher ratio were going to pick up cup-reading or scrying or herbal spellcraft (indeed, there were even curse kits that were sold and seemed rather popular for something apparently “forbidden” by leading philosophical schools), but even this was not something that everybody did, if only because learning it seemed a bit daunting. In short, I’m not of the “fundie-recon” opinion that spellcraft should never be delved into — but nor am I of the opinion common in “neo-Pagan” circles that everybody should learn at least a few basic spells: If everybody is special and powerful, or at least potentially so (by common Neo-Pagan thought), then logically it would follow that nobody is, because that would then undermine the definition of “special”, which would be “uncommon”; and if the prevailing idea is that nobody has the potential to be special and powerful (as the bottom line for recon-fundies goes), then the only option for evidence of otherwise is to ignore it, which merely amounts to being just as much of a lie as “everybody is special and powerful”. Obviously, the only logical conclusion here is to admit that there is a middle ground that is in harmony with nature.

…then there’s things like Theurgy, a common practice with NeoPlatonism, and one which possibly originated with them, which really blurs the lines of what is and is not “spellcraft” and therefore begs the question of “is this ‘good magic’, or ‘bad’?” After all, as early as Homer’s Odyssey, there was clearly both “good magic” and “bad magic’ as Hermes revealed to Odysseus the secret herb to defend himself against Kirke’s own spells — which not only cements Hermes’ realm as inclusive of magics, but also makes it clear that not all magics are equal, and that use of defensive, protective magics is easily argued as Not Hubris.

I’ve come to the conclusion that magic is a tool for performing certain functions — there are definitely things that it cannot do (I am highly sceptical of pretty much all of the more fantastical claims from the Neo-Pagan community, including, but not limited to, teleportation and “advanced glamours”, like changing the colour of one’s eyes without contacts). I liken this to any other tool, like a computer or a hammer; you could try using your laptop to pound in a nail, but you’ll get faster and more precise results from a hammer; that said, you also would need the right hammer for the job — using a sledgehammer to do the job of a carpenter’s hammer will probably damage your project, and using a ball-peen hammer for carpentry will probably damage your hammer. You will also find it cumbersome, at best, to use a jeweller’s hammer in place of a whisk when mixing pancakes, and you will find it impossible to log onto the Internet with one. It’s also possible to go through your entire life and never have to personally use any hammer at all and be completely fine, because other tools are better suited not only to your purposes, but your skills — but you probably live in a house or apartment that was built by people who used hammers and loads of other tools you may know nothing about. On the other hand, you may also go through your life never having had to employ the use of a stick-blender, either on your own or through another person — you just have no desire to drink a smoothie, or you can clearly see that the barrista making yours is using a pitcher-style blender.

Magic is kind of like that; it would be impossible for most people to say 100% conclusively that magics have had absolutely no effect on their lives, but it can be far easier to answer whether or not we’ve personally employed it, either ourselves or through one we know to be proficient in it. It’s also a tool, based on its nature, that most people who employ it should probably go through one who is learned in using it — it can be more jack-hammer than carpenter’s hammer. You may also find it best to never once employ another for it, and that’s fine, too.

Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not trying to condemn those who for themselves believe it would be unethical to employ magics; after all, there are some people who get through life just fine without employing any religious beliefs, and I don’t condemn them, but I do think those condemning all employment of magics, even by people they clearly have nothing to do with, should shut the fuck up. While I understand the desire to distance one’s own religious practises from Popular Wicca, really now, there’s a point where I think some people are just too quick to throw the baby out with the bathwater. After all, the pentagram has roots with Pythagoreans, and I find it a little childish the way some modern Hellenists will run screaming from one simply because it’s been adopted by Wiccans — after all, Pythagoreans, arguably, have far more right to it than Wiccans. And while on the topic of Pythagoras, it seems quite obvious that many ancient Hellenes believed Pythagoras capable of fantastic magical feats, and that this does not seem too clearly discouraged by the man himself — I’m not saying anything more than this fact is, well, intriguing, and that it also wears away at the potential assumption that all philosophical schools may outright condemn magics.

I also have no problem with modern groups that have decided that a defining point of their group will be either an apparent rejection of spellwork (as seems to be the case with YSEE, but obviously is not the case with every Hellene in Hellas), or simply defines it as something irrelevant to the group (as with Hellenion, which I’m obviously a member of). Groups should be free to define themselves as their members see fit, obviously. No, my issue is with those who seek to ignore the facts of ancient Hellas when its convenient for them to do so, and when those people seek to denounce those today who don’t fit into their own fabricated ideal. Remember, I’m one who has naught interest in spellcraft and whose only arguably “magical” practises pretty much begin and end with divination, which even some “fundies” claim to have no problem with. Hellas never existed as a monoculture, and it’s intellectually dishonest to extol the merits of a reconstructed path while blatantly ignoring the wealth of ancient practises, much less denouncing certain practises as somehow “invalid” and unworthy of modern practise because they simply exist outside of one’s own invented ideal.

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[film] XANADU (1980)

I’m totally prepared for other people to give me shit for my tastes in film on this site — I’ve put up with plenty enough about it on the Hellenistai forum already, so it’s not going to surprise me to see any here, so I’m going to get the hard part over with already:

I really love Xanadu.

There, I’ve said it.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think this is brill lyric film on the level of Derek Jarman, nor do I even consider it a perfect musical, like 1982′s film version of Annie (which there is absolutely nothing wrong with) or 1974′s Rocky Horror Picture Show (which is fucking perfect, and you are not going to argue with me about this); what Xanadu is an enjoyable modern myth with a very simple plot (which is all most ancient mythology ever had, if you’ve being perfectly honest), adequate music of a disco-prog sort of idiom, and roller-choreography that everybody’s favourite inescapable troll-like theatre producer, Andrew Lloyd Weber, only wishes he could have mastered with Starlight Express.

The Nostalgia Chick has criticised the unique Universal Studios animation sequence at the beginning of the film, and while I admit that I can’t even make up some intellectual wank to explain it, if you’ve seen it, you have to agree that it’s a pretty neat little piece of stop-motion, and some of the most flawless I’ve ever seen. When the actual opening happens, we get a shot of Gene Kelly, now in his sixties, sitting on a rock on a beach playing a clarinet — I swear the imagery here is referencing some painting I’ve seen before, but damned if I can remember the titles or painter. He’s playing some sad music, and then it cuts to a character we soon learn is Sonny, who’s apparently an artist. He’s working on some pieces, then finally tears one up and tosses the scraps out his window, lamenting that people like him aren’t allowed to dream. The paper glides along on some breezes and passes by a mural of the Nine Classic Muses, who spring to life and pop out of the mural in a dance number to the music of Electric Light Orchestra and with the addition of some Tron-like animation.

I really love the costuming in this dance sequence; it’s obvious to me that the costuming department was really trying to make it apparent that they were giving an updated look to the idea of ancient Greek clothes with this.

So, yeah, Olivia Newton-John’s character is then seen skating off, bumping into Sonny, planting a kiss on him, and then shaking off, leaving him to wonder if she was real or imagined.

Sonny then arrives at his place of employment, an art studio for a AirFlo Records where his job (in the dark ages prior to digital blow-ups) is to paint blown-up versions of album covers for the street displays at a Los Angeles record store (which, as of 2003, I know from seeing it myself, still utilises this form of advertisement). Sonny has an argument with his boss about artistic integrity, and is then handed an album by a fictional band called The Nine Sisters that features the strange girl who kissed him on the cover. Hew soon takes a long lunch to try and track her down, and in this endeavour, meets Kelly’s character, Danny McGuire. As Sonny and Danny are talking, the strange girl skates by, and Sonny, through a series of typical only-in-the-movies hijinks, ends up skating off a short pier and is then seen having coffee with Danny as he dries off.

Later, Sonny gets a ride from a friend and, apparently abandoning his former plans, impulsively has his friend let him off at the GORGEOUS art deco theatre that was on the cover of the Nine Sisters record. He lets himself inside, as the theatre has been abandoned, and discovers the girl inside and skating around. He tries to talk to her as she fades in and out of sight and flaunts the fact that she knows his name without him offering it to her. Before they part, he asks her name and she gives it as “Kira” before fading out again.

In the next scene, he’s wrapping up a delivery of paintings to the store just as Danny is leaving the store, and the two start talking and head back to Danny’s place where Sonny notices a photo of Kira with Danny’s things and listens to Danny’s story about losing the love of his life and letting his dreams die. Sonny and Danny, through the course of conversation agree to open up a club together, figuring it would be good for the two of them to do something that they both believe in rather than merely killing their time with Danny’s idleness and Sonny’s uninspiring work painting other people’s ideas. The scene ends with Danny left alone with his memories of being a clarinet player in a Big Band and his fleeting romance with the group’s girl singer.

The next scene is Sonny in his work studio, working on the Nine Sisters album painting, and “Kira” suddenly appears. Startled, but apparently unsuspicious, he tells her about his plans with Danny, and she suggests using the old theatre for the club. He scoffs, cos it’s been abandoned for years needs some serious work, but she nudges gently before they leave to get something to eat and then engage in a roller-disco sequence in a recording studio.

Actually, my only complaint about this film is the recording studio; this is the most unrealistic recording studio I’ve ever seen depicted in a film, but I don’t complain too much because really, the roller-choreography is pretty impressive. I’m also working with an assumption that the really gratuitous bits like this are actually “G-rated fucking”. Think about it: Two crazy kids out for a few hours, looking for some place “intimate” to be alone, it ends interrupted by Sonny’s employer, who accidentally sets off a button to make recorded and light-projected “fireworks” as the two leads skate off in a giggling scramble. They were doing it — TOTALLY doing it.

In the next scene, Sonny takes Danny to the theatre, and then there’s a less-gratuitous (and therefore less likely to be symbolic of Teh Smex) song-and-dance number featuring The [motherfucking] Tubes as Sonny and Danny imagine what they could do with the place; the business partnership is cemented, and Sonny goes back out to his car to get a torch and then “Kira” suddenly appears to recite a portion of the poem “Kubla Khan” to Danny, suggesting they name the club XANADU, which Sonny agrees to. Danny also makes vague comments on recognising “Kira”, who responds more vaguely, so he drops it and you’re left wondering if he’s figured out “Kira’s” true nature.

Next scene, Danny shares a bottle of champagne with “Kira” in celebration, and obviously wants to make their romance more intimate, but she’s evasive:

“But where do you live?”
“With my sisters.”
“And where’s that?”
“An apartment.”
“Where is this apartment?”
“On the second floor.”
“What’s your last name?”
“Same as my mother’s and father’s.”

Then kiss, and then there’s a gratuitous Don Bluth animation sequence, cos Don Bluth is awesome and, as my theory goes, they wanted to slip in more G-rated fucking (well, OK, PG for panty-lines and use of the words “hell” and “wise-ass”).

After this, Danny is passing out wine to the construction workers at the renovation, and then Sonny and “Kira” take him on a shopping montage, which is seemingly a bit gratuitous, but I really hope it’s not symbolic of fucking.

Shortly after this scene, Sonny and Kira walk back to his place, where she tells him she’s actually a Muse:

I come from Mount Helikon. I’m the daughter of Zeus. I have eight sisters. My real name is Terpsikore.

To prove to Sonny she’s not making this up, she alters a dictionary entry and the dialogue of a film on the television; she’s telling him all of this because while her work is done and she has to leave him, she’s fallen for him and apparently feels she owes him some honesty before leaving.

Next scene is Sonny brooding on the same rock we first saw Danny on, and Danny finds him there and figures he’s depressed about “Kira”/Terpsikore leaving; and this is where it becomes apparent that Danny’s had this figured out since the earlier scene, and he tells Sonny that “if she came here, then there’s a way to go there” and “dreams don’t just die, we kill them.”

Sonny eventually figures out how to break into the Divine realm, which I’ve always really loved: The depiction is abstract and minimal with a lot of neon Tron-imation, but you know, for me, that works. Sonny gets condescended to by Zeus while the female Divine voice, we’ll call Her Mnemosyne, cos that’s what works mythologically, argues with Zeus and reminds him that the mortal realm is very different before Sonny is sent back. Terpsikore then sings a sad song, which moves the gods to give her another night with Sonny.

Then the MASSIVE million-dollar-plus budgeted roller-choreography scene. No, really, this is fucking stellar. It’s long and it basically sums up the 1970s in music with ON-J’s song medley number, but it’s well-paced enough to forget how long it is when we finally see Sonny, back to sulking after the Muses have flittered away, and Danny calls over a cocktail waitress to get his friend a drink — a character also played by ON-J, but who apparently has no recollection of Sonny, so he decides to talk to her, and then the credits roll.


In all, it’s a very simple story, and the “message” seems to be “Don’t kill your dreams with despiar.” I love that this is apparently a story meant for young adults that portrays the Gods as an active part of this world, even if we don’t necessarily recognise them as such. It’s also a cute story without falling into the infantilising traps that Disney’s Hercules fell into, and without, in the end, rendering the Gods powerless, as the final season of Xena: Warrior Princess did — on no, these are gods that will give you a shove in the right direction, but won’t think twice about telling you that you’re asking for too much of them, and will ultimately see that maybe your dreams are worthless if you’re lonely; the Gods as portrayed in Xanadu are not only timeless and powerful, but obviously caring of those they see worth in.

Like I said, don’t expect a great epic of deep themes, but do expect to find things to like about it as a polytheist. It’s a perfectly adequate modern myth, in my opinion.

I haven’t seen the stage production based on this one yet, but what I’ve been able to pick up on from the Internet, well… to start, “Kira” is actually Klio, the Muse of History, and Her sisters are all evil and stuff, and there’s a Pegasus on the website, and I’m kind of horrified, to start. It also lacks The Tubes — whose appearance in the film may not be one of the high points, but it definitely speaks to the stageplay’s lacking cred that they’ll tour this while letting The Tubes play county fairs and at small Midwestern clubs for a smaller guarantee than Gallagher — but that’s another story for another time. As much as I love the theatre, just looking at how the playwrights altered the relevant mythology and the story established in the film, I can’t advocate it before the film; the film is respectful of the mythology where the play clearly is not, and the film shoots for a simple story where the play complicates things in what’s seemingly nothing more than an attempt to out-camp the film.

It’s about that time again….

Working on next year’s New Boeotian Calendar. Also brainstorming for ideas for a 2012 BIG calendar that has blackjack and hookers photos, and maybe makes use of a calendar service to be all glossy and shit. Seriously, what to photograph? If I had a sexy boyfriend, I’d just make him a perizoma and take him to the Classical Revival park shelter downtown (OK, technically “hospital area”, but you know what? I used to live near Washtenaw and South U., the hospital is “downtown” to me).

…and now that idea has distracted me. If you’d like to be my sexy boyfriend, or just model for a twink-cake calendar, that’ll work, too.

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Also, it’s about the time to get the most out of your annual membership dues for new people looking to join Hellenion. Alexandra Bond posted the photos some-one sent her of their membership packet, but really, helping the only U$-recognised tax-exempt exclusively Hellenic polytheist group pay their bills was reason enough for me to join up in 2007.

30 Day Paganism Meme: Day 5 ~ Beliefs – Sacred Sexuality

OK, I’m going to weenine out on this one and make it even less about my own spiritual beliefs and practises than the last one. Long story short, while my practises include a fair amount of less-than-chaste communique I’m less inclined to put this into terms more coherent than, well, this post. Don’t get me wrong, I have little shame about sex, probably even none, but this, for me, is less sex and more akin to a level of prayer, for lack of a better word — it’s very intimate, and not something that is easy to put into coherent language for others.

That said, I can see little ways in which my path has influenced the expression of my sexuality, much less how I think of it. For starters, I pretty much identify as “gay” out of convenience, because as a man who has had an overwhelmingly dominant sexual attraction an experience with men, this placates an audience that desires to compartmentalise human sexuality. The ancient Hellenes had no such terms, and as such, any subculture surrounding those of similar experience to myself was probably far more subtle than it is today. There were terms to describe behaviours, and it was generally accepted that most people would experience sexual relations with both sexes1 — though, interestingly, it should be noted that it was often the case (as acceptance varied with region) that those who experienced exclusive heterosexuality, or nearly so, were better-accepted than those experienced exclusive homosexuality. While acceptance of near or exclusive homosexuality varied with region, the apparent status quo that can be deduced from surviving texts show a disproportionate acceptance of exclusive heterosexuality. On the other hand, life in the BCE was far harsher than it is now, stillbirths and deaths in childbirth were far more common, as was the probability of death from common ailments that seem trivial today — such as chickenpox or measles. In other words, there was a reason that it was far more commendable to breed than to ostensibly not breed.

My love for Eros, though, has led me to learning about the mating habits of birds, for they are all His, and it’s been observed that even male-male homosexual pairings in many bird species will adopt abandoned nests, or simply steal them, or in lieu of this, adopt a rock of appropriate size, and nurture it. Outside the human world, it’s evident that even same-sex couples are perfectly capable of aiding in the growth of a culture — and indeed, in swans, it’s has been observed that cygnets of either sex that are nurtured by two males have a higher rate of survival than cygnets raised by a male-female pair; it may, in some ways, be beneficial to be oriented toward one’s own gender, for both one’s own soul and for one’s community.

I also believe that men and women have inherently different energies, as do those who are IS or socially androgynous, gender queer, or “gender-free”. I also believe that “butch” and “fem” are a spectrum that the majority of men and women fall at varying points on, and that this produces another difference in energy, maybe even the stronger difference than the gender itself. This probably has an effect on how we relate to the Theoi, and this may differ among deities — I don’t get the impression that Eros is too picky about gender, but I do get the feeling that Artemis especially is, like to the point that certain expressions offend Her. Now, I do also believe that formalised ritual weddings between two people should vary based on sex and gender, so obviously there are even some queer Hellenes who may be at odds with me on the topic of same-sex marriage and Hellenismos, but I also believe that the ritual should be separate from a civic marriage — which is what ancient marriage really was, a civic formality that may or may not have been followed with a ritual ceremony. The civic definition of marriage has changed enough, even in modern Hellas, so that procreation between the two joined parties is no longer then goal of marriage, as it was in ancient agreements, after all, infertile and elderly couples can legally marry, so this, by logic, should be extended to people who are of the same sex. Whether or not a homosexual union should have the same terminology as a heterosexual one, on the other hand, is something that I’ve always personally felt should only be kept or altered to reflect the couple getting married, even if the couple is man-and-woman. After all, if this is a union where they know one or both of them has a condition leading to infertility and plan to adopt, well, you can say that the language about “legitimate offspring” is therefore symbolic — and so logically, it can be extended that a pair of women uniting with the same intent to adopt should be free to use the same symbolic language, after all, legally, that child would be legitimately theirs. On the other hand, if a het couple has decided before marriage that they have no intentions to make babies or adopt, be they fertile or not, then why should their ritual be obligated to use that language?

Ancient marriages were hardly one-size-fits-all, either; there were marriages for political alignment (at least one of Alexander’s brides was such an arrangement), marriage for status, and among slaves and the lowest free classes, marriage out of affection was far more common because daughters were to poor for dowries and sons had nothing to lose (and after all, the girls they could gain from were likely betrothed long before they came to a marrying age). At the tomb or cult centre of Herakes’ beloved, Iolaus, it is also reported by Plutarch that male-male couples would pledge themselves to each-other, so obviously even the concept of a ritual same-sex union is an ancient one.


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1: Yes, by the standards of many Teansgender and Intersex groups, there is either no such thing as biological/reproductive sex, or there are far more than two, but firstly, I am speaking of ancient Hellas, where this was definitely the line of thinking, even if those such a the Gallae offer evidence that there were certainly more than two accepted genders

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30 Day Paganism Meme: Day 4 ~ Beliefs – Birth, death and rebirth

“We’re born, we live a little, and then we die.” — Charlotte’s Web, E.B. White

Honestly, I’m a bit torn on how this works, and I tend not to put too much thought into it, pretty much on personal principle.

Reincarnation is a pretty sweet idea, and if you think about it, Hindu karma1 is, as Raj on The Big Bang Theory put it, “practically Newtonian”, but as I’ve said before, I have frequent “big woo” types of religious experiences, and I aim to balance that by grounding myself in logic and reason more often than not — and the fact of the matter is, I see a lot of people in pagan and polytheist communities who do believe in an afterlife or reincarnation are either the sweetest-and-lightest-and-fluffiest types, or they simply spend a lot more time navel-gazing than being halfway decent people. I can easily ignore the former (since nobody really takes people like that seriously, anyway), but when the latter are ranting and raving about how they’re “Apollon’s numbed finger awakened” and implying all over the place that they think I just don’t care about the gods simply because I have better things to do than contemplate my own navel, the only real message I’m getting is: “Don’t be that guy — that guy is a douchebag.”

The idea of Elysion is pretty cool, too, but at least the existing texts about it indicate that it was something that came later in the Khthonic mythos, and was almost definitely an influence of certain philosophical schools and popular mysteries — prior, the realm of deceased souls seemed a lot more like the Jewish underworld, where y’all are just dead. In fact, even after the increased popularity of said philosophies and mysteries, the majority of the Hellenic dead were just dead, souls kinda wandering around like a Romero zombie with better make-up, and whether or not this aimless soul was waiting to be reborn depended on the philosophy or mystery — Elysion is pretty much reserved for those who are so flipping awesome in life that they can be all like “I have no-one to envy, except all of you, who has me to envy.” If you’re especially awful in life, you’re thrown into Tartaros, which has been written of since at least Hesiod (whose writings are the earliest that survive), and depending on how awful you were, you may or may not get some especially sadistic eternal punishment — and heads up to everybody in Hollywood who’s in the “Hades = Satan” crowd, Hades isn’t actually one of the judges of the dead, he’s just their King, but they also have a Parliament.

Did I just say I go to England when I die?

o_O

I think I did, but you know, the analogy really works, if you ask me.

I have no use for navel-gazing, in this life or any other.

…but like I said, the idea of a blissful and rewarding afterlife for being awesome, with or without reincarnation, is a really nice idea, but I’m not sure I absolutely believe in it, or if it’s just something that I come back around to and take as a creature comfort for when life is especially sucky.

I’m also constantly second-guessing myself about whether or not I had a particular experience about the fate of my own soul a few years ago, and though, eerily a hour or so after sharing this experience with others, I had a rather painful physical experience, makes me reluctant to divulge anything ever again, I’m still sceptical, cos sometimes we just tell ourselves nice things to get through other things — we can imagine familiar voices and re-splice their words in our own heads, and so on.

So I don’t put much thought into it, not because it’s unpleasant, but because what happens after we die is of little, if any importance to our lives in the here and now. If the advancement of the soul is what floats you, I think it may do your soul a lot more good by getting your body dirty and helping people and their physical lives than by taking up space with omphaloskepsis that’s really doing little more than letting others go cold, hungry, and ill — if you ask me, “focusing on the advancement of one’s soul” is a fancy way of saying “vain and narcissistic”.

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30-Day Paganism Meme: Day 3, Beliefs – Deities

I’m at a bit of a loss on this.

Why didn’t I change this one?

See, I’ve been putting this one off because I’m not sure how to essay this.

The simplest and most bleeding obvious would be to explain that I believe in multiple deities and multiple tribal pantheons, but that’s pretty obvious from previous posts. I guess I could extrapolate on that….

See, when I first started looking into Celtic mythology, I first tried to think of ways to compare them to Hellenic deities — and that was full of fail on my part. First off, there is no one Celtic mythology; you can say that there are two main Celtic mythologies, Gaelic (Irish, Scottish, and Manx tribes) and British (Welsh, Cornish, and Briton tribes), though some would argue that the Gauls were Celts, as well, and then there are some deities that seem quite apparently Pan-Celtic, even moreso than certain Hellenic deities, but if you ask around, there are still distinct tribal names, even if the differences between names seems minute to a non-speaker. Trying to put Celtic deities in a Hellenic model is asking for headache. Some are easy, like Aerten/Aeron (Welsh/Cornish Goddess of Fate) is easy to correlate to the Hellenic Tykhe, in domain if not narrative mythos. Then you get to Brighd/Banfile, and She’s the Goddess of both the hearth and of martial arts, of fertility, and of “all feminine arts and crafts” — which Hellenic Goddess is she most like? Athene? Hestia? Hera? Ask five different people, I doubt you’ll get the same answer from every single one of them. Lugh/Llaw Gyffes is another one like Banfile — He’s got sun and light, and that’s easy to sync up to Apollon, but He’s also a “god of many skills”, which just screams “Hermes” to me (indeed, the Romans likened Him to Mercury), and He’s a god of metallurgy, which brings to mind Hephaistos; he’s also considered chief of the Tuatha de Dannan in the Irish cycles, which is an easy similarity to Zeus. This is where certain brands of syncretism and / or “soft polytheism” fail me; the important thing to remember about polytheism is the “poly-”, the many — really, it’s far too easy to look at a deity worshipped by another culture and pick some of that deity’s aspects, but not truly learn about all of them (much less get up-close-n-personal with said God/dess) and say, “oh yeah, your deity A is like our Deity Z”. Maybe this gave some common worshippers among the ancients a neat little frame-work to have at least some peace with their neighbours, and maybe it gave the “Educated” Elite of Hellas (who pretty much dominated the philosophy scene) some kind of ego-stroke to believe that it was truly their Gods who were worshipped everywhere, and the Hellenic form is the purest of these deities — and hey, by hand-picking a few of Brighd’s traits and assigning them to the notion that “Brighd is Minerva and/or Athene”, it creates the illusion of knowing about your neighbour’s culture without actually troubling yourself with getting down with them and really and truly learning about their culture.

And this is where I have to disagree with a lot of ancient writers, who commonly made a habit of taking a deity from another pantheon and likening Them to one of their own. Now, technically, I’m rather forgiving of this practise amongst Hellenes, and maybe that’s where my arbitrary line is drawn, but this is an opinion piece, of sorts. In my own experiences, Lugh and Apollon, Hermes, Hephaistos, and Zeus are all very different from each-other — and most importantly, I get pushed away by Lugh. Plus, the number of people I’ve encountered who have similarly experiences separate entities far outnumber those who are happy to believe that Lugh is Llaw Gyffes is Apollon, and I do believe that means something.

I will say, though, and maybe this is me “outing” myself as “not a pure recon”, but though I’ve yet to find any rituals to perform to Him, I do connect with Oengus Og, indeed, He’s the only Celtic deity I ever really have, and I feel Him very differently than I do Eros, but then, I’ve mentioned this before, haven’t I?

There are deities everywhere, and for everything. Some of their spheres of influence will overlap with that of several others, some tribal deities will be perfect matches with others.

I believe each deity exists in Their own right and their own form, but this form is largely incorporeal and They may shift form to better relate to mortals — still, I see some constants among those who have become close to one deity or another, probably so that humans may become closer through that bond (like Hermes with red hair).

I believe that each deity, though ultimately incomprehensible, does have a range of relatable emotions and personality traits that we, in our egotism, ascribe as “human-like”.

I believe, ultimately, that They love us.


0. Intro to meme
1. Beliefs – Why Hellenismos?
2. Beliefs – Cosmology
3. Beliefs – Deities
4. Beliefs – Birth, death and rebirth
5. Beliefs – Sacred sexuality
6. Beliefs – Divination, mysticism and various woo shit
7. Beliefs – The power of prayer/reciprocity
8. Beliefs – Festivals
9. Environmentalism
10. Patrons – Eros
11. Patrons – Apollon
12. Pantheon – Mousai
13. Pantheon – Adonis
14. Pantheon – Nyx & Kybele
15. Pantheon – Every-One Else
16. Nature spirits, Khthonoi, & The Dead
17. My ways of worship
18. Community
19. Hellenismos and my family/friends
20. Hellenismos and my love life
21. Other paths I’ve explored
22. Hellenismos and major life events
23. Ethics
24. Personal aesthetics and Hellenismos
25. Favoured ritual tools, and why
26. Any “secular” pastimes with religious significance, and why
27. How your faith has helped you in difficult times
28. One misconception about Hellenismos you’d like to clear up
29. The future of Hellenismos
30. Advice for seekers