Fires and more fires, blights, an ogam reading in a storm and more….thoughts over at paganbloggers:
Fires and more fires, blights, an ogam reading in a storm and more….thoughts over at paganbloggers:
When I found this staircase into the sea, I thought what a good place to offer to Manannán. So I came back on St. John’ Eve and ‘paid rent’. The water was lukewarm and murky. Perhaps you can tell.
A few days before on solstice I did a ritual invoking of Nechtan’s well. I had recently found out (thanks to Brian Walsh) about St. Nechtan’s day, observed on the 19th. I was a day or two late but it was the summer solstice. At a tidal pool walled by black lava on the northern coast forming a large cauldron, I first plucked out litter–even these remote islands have lots of plastic floating in these days. I made offering to the spirits of place, and then offered water to the well, calling on Nechtan.
An excellent place to chant: am fuaim mara…..
The ocean is wild and fierce here!
How the waves laugh
the memory of death lingers
told in the wind
the sea giveth
the sea taketh away
it will again
the bells of Lyonnaise
travel through world’s ocean
the sound of the sea
resounds in my cochlea
the most beautiful herb
the face of the deep
waits in the black
far below the whale
and the dugong
Somewhere a meadow
with read & white mushrooms
speckled, a dappled
for a rider on
an otherworld isle
–will you join me?
Written under the ironwoods, June 20th.
In 1946 a tsunami took out a village here.
It’s hard for me to believe that it’s well over a year that I’ve been on this island. But it has. The holiday of King Kamehameha the Great came around again last weekend, and we went back to the little town of Kapa’au for the parade, festival, and to see the leis and offerings at his statue. Cycling. It’s beautiful to see the indigenous Hawaiian spirituality in operation here in this festivity open to all. I really enjoy this holiday–I have found the king helps me to connect to the powers of the island. Here are a few photos.
Also I have a new post over at paganbloggers about the trap of people thinking their spirituality is based on genetics, something that’s become unfortunately commonplace.
It’s been quiet around here (it seems with the gloom of the US political situation, prepping for a new job, and my mom being hospitalized my ability to write has been stopped up), but before the newness of the year is gone I want to spill out a few words here. The old year sputtered out with an occasional remaining fit of coughing and spewing. A new one has come in with the energy of a careening freight train, will the rails hold, or if not what might be down there at the end of the line? Some will say years are arbitrary but they are astronomical realities. Sure, it’s a cultural thing where they’re said to start and to end and begin again but we are symbolic animals and psyche is as real as soma.
For many in the northern hemisphere it’s winter, but here in the tropics day and night are the antinomies, but the nights have at least cooled off. At the end of the year I had the opportunity to journey up to a high summit (just under 14,000 feet) where winter is reigning. Plenty of snow on the amazing mountain of Maunakea. The effects of high altitude, of low oxygen can easily induce light trance-like states, and the otherworld can more easily communicate with this one at these heights, I have found. Whether via literal heights or those we can reach in our imagination, in “interesting times” it is important to get above the clouds from time to time, above the light pollution of the media (including social media). Of course, one can go underneath too, but that is a different journey.
I do have a few announcements to make:
I will be at PantheaCon in San Jose in February and presenting a class on filidecht practice on Feb. 17th, “Cauldron Work: The Cauldron of Poesy” (9PM). Here’s from the program:
The Three Cauldrons are discussed in the medieval Irish text: “The Cauldron of Poesy”, attributed to the mythical vision poet (fili) Amergin. We will talk about the nature of the whirlpool-like cauldrons and their turning in this wisdom tradition, the importance of our emotions in this tradition (which can turn the cauldrons), and techniques to scan for personal knowledge. To turn the cauldron of wisdom upright, even if momentarily, brings mystical insight. We will discuss the key technique of incubation as well; poetry, art, song, knowledge, wisdom are fruit of this work.
The devotional book The Dark Ones, published late last year by Neosalexandria has my poem for the Cailleach, along with a lot of familiar voices. Ordering info here:
The new issue of A Beautiful Resistance is available for pre-order and will be out next month. I have an essay there about the left-hand sacred, an important understanding of the sacred earlier developed by Emile Durkheim, Marcel Mauss and Georges Bataille and very relevant for 21st century pagans/polytheists. https://godsandradicals.org/2017/01/01/left-sacred-presale/
Here’s a lovely meme with a quote from the essay made by Rhyd Wildermuth:
Finally, a quote from an inspiring essay by William Hawes:
“Each of us must find the strength to light their own flame, find their own inner strength and sacred fire, and use their passion and creativity to change the world. By using our collective brilliance, a new space could be opened up for a new kind of Earth. Reviving our communities one-by-one gives us our only chance to confront and defeat the many tentacle monster of international capitalism and US imperialism. There is an alternative: but you won’t find it by watching your TV, or playing on your smartphone.”
Imbolc is coming! May Brigid’s flame inspire us.
November 30th is Remembrance Day for Lost Species. I believe commemorations like this can be channels for the grief that any authentic living in this time must confront. Definitely a good day to mark for those with an animist bent.
More information can be found at this website.
I’ve also found valuable thoughts from Lo (Keen) on extinction on this blog: https://rotwork.wordpress.com/
I’ve written a couple of poems and tributes to the lost birds of the Big Island of Hawai’i for this day.
A distinctively human consciousness arose in Paleolithic
linguistics and painted its wrestle with abyssal animal mind,
staving guilt of hunt and anxiety separation
with ritual’s diplomacy:
ochre and feathers
and sorcerers dancing on the edge of worlds,
occasionally falling off into the pit of bones.
now centuries of the rites cast aside,
suppressed volcanoes of grief wait unaddressed
and sedimentary layers of numbness press on our continents—
a society looks for the forgotten
who peek occasionally from sedated dreams,
in pixar and pokemon-alert smartphones
(the children were out in August—I hadn’t known there were any,
but there they’d gathered near where the stream gushes by the supermarket unseen)
while outside barely known
the Sixth Extinction rages on.
We the truly lost species as tectonic plates grind on.
Here on the island of Hawai’i there are at least ten species of bird that have gone extinct since the arrival of whites in the late 18th century. There are many more if the entire archipelago is included. Hawaii has suffered more extinctions and more endangered species than any other US state. The majority of these lost species are of a group of birds called Hawaiian honeycreepers that underwent diverse speciation as they adapted to a multitude of island environments much like the finches that led Darwin to theorizing evolution. In many cases their habitat was destroyed by sugar plantations and cattle ranching; also the introduction of rats, mosquitoes and the diseases they transmit (there were none before the Europeans came), mongooses and cats have led to the demise of others.
The Hawaii mamo, Drepanis pacifica, last seen in 1898.
The greater Koa finch, Rhodocanthis palmeri. Last confirmed sighting in 1896.
The lesser Koa finch, R. flaviceps, 1891.
The Kona grosbeak, Chloridops kona. 1894.
The Hawai’i o’o, Moho nobilis, last seen in 1934.
The ula-‘ai-hawene, Ciridops anna, extinct at the latest by 1937.
The greater ‘amakini, Viridonia sagittirostris, last seen in1901. Lost to sugar plantations destroying its habitat.
The lesser ‘akialoa, Akialoa obscura. Last seen in 1940.
The Hawaiian rail, Porzana sandwichensis. 1884 or maybe 1893.
The kioea, Chaetoptila angustipluma, 1859.
All images Wikipedia, public domain.
before the cattle, before the sugar,
before the mosquitoes and rats
brought by whalers’ ships,
before the plantations
how much richer the island life—
when the lost birds could be heard cracking
the naio fruits, flitting in gold epaulettes and black dress
among the ohia trees,
opening the seed pods in the koa groves,
sheltering from fierce noon sun and plundering
nectar with long curved beaks. Your flights
haunt, a lost net of sorrow.
So last night, we celebrated our household Samhain. As usual, I cooked salmon but it was hard to find wild salmon in the local markets. The finches and doves had gotten all the land spirit offerings by the time I got up this morning (as they should). We did a Beloved Dead altar on the 31st, but very modest, as a lot of things are still in boxes in a shed, and my energy has been limited.
The night before I had vivid dreams of unusual intensity. In one a horrifying super-wasp kind of creature, which was buzzing about the room, it was many segmented and had a bit of the centipede to it as well. I went after it and had a hard object with which I repeatedly smashed it, but every segment had to be squashed as it could grow appendages and revivify from a segment, hydra-like it was. Full of a virulent goo. But I triumphed, (as far as I know). In dream the sacred approaches us. In many forms.
On Saturday we went up to the Maunakea summit again with a group of international exchange students, to that place of deities above this world. Again the awe. You can easily walk into the Otherworld there.
The last few days I’ve seen unusual birds, one by the shore that looked like a great blue heron, though I didn’t know they lived on the island, and an owl which flew right above my car at twilight, a good sign according to Hawaiian lore. Rainbows too.
I write this in a night of unease in the long-occupied nation of Hawai’i as the debacle of the United States election brings more instability and turbulence to our world. May the gods help us all.
A few seasonal images:
With Samhain approaching, on Friday I went out to one of my favorite places anywhere. At the end of a remote road on the North Kohala coast lies a deep valley. Pololu. A steep trail zigzags down to the wild beach. This is a favored place for my visionary filidecht practice of incubation. Beach huts make nice incubatory chambers. The sea itself induces light trance. I am the sound of the sea. I am the wind on the sea. The waves of the deep.
Deepening. Down, down, down, I went. The Cailleach is a deity that has surprised me in her importance in the work, as least in my practice of it. I feel she laughs with amusement that after my being cast into the sea in her cold waters I washed ashore on this remote tropical coast. And an island that could only be Otherworld from the point of view of the ancients.
This has been a year where much was about letting go, surrendering; it has not been about my will, my ‘self’, which I think Paganism in its modern from has heavily overemphasized (I’m sure a part of our modern western notions of the absolute importance of the individual). Old ‘selves’ die, are shed, decompose, new selves sprout and grow, if one surrenders to the work of visionary traditions. It comes with pain, mutilation, as well as ecstasy. Such is sacrificial work. Consider the Shining Ones burning their ships when they landed on Eire’s shores. Did they not have great longings from whence they had come? I am told.
Perhaps a true sovereignty comes from overcoming the boundaries of the daylight self, the ego, of its puncturing and laceration, of the waters overflowing its dam, as French philosopher Georges Bataille suggested; that overcoming of self that happens when we really come into intimacy with the sacred.
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