It may not stop terrorism but it’s surely going to slow it down. And we DO NOT need more people who are never going to do anything but suck on the welfare teat. I’m looking at you Germany.


President Donald Trump speaks following the ceremonial swearing-in of James Mattis as secretary of defense at the Pentagon in Washington, on Jan. 27, 2017. Mandel Ngan—AFP/Getty Images By imposing a blanket ban on immigration for selected countries and suspending the U.S. Refugee program, Donald Trump will not effectively counter the threat of a terrorist attack…

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I need a strong man.


For many years I felt like I was an exhausted swimmer, thrashing about in a choppy ocean, trying to get to – somewhere – I wasn’t sure where.

I was, frankly, not a good wife to my first husband.  This is both my fault and his.  I was too young to really understand my role and importance; he was disappointed that I was too young (once he realized it was an issue) and punished everyone in the house for that.

I overcompensated drastically for that once I was divorced; I did everything I could to make sure I would NEVER have to depend on a man for ANYTHING again.  I worked two jobs, sometimes three, to make sure I pulled my full weight (and that of my children) in any household budget where there were two adults.  I sacrificed my children’s childhoods in doing so, but I did at least teach them a strong work ethic.

When I remarried I continued this pattern.  And I began to really feel as though I was at sea with no life jacket.

When I came (back) to heathenry I began to feel that there was a place for a strong woman – but it wasn’t the one I was occupying.  This made me very dissatisfied and made things worse, in a way, as I watched my partner unravel.  I FINALLY knew what I wanted but I didn’t know how to get there.

I was wrong to coddle my man by always taking the brunt of things, by trying to do the job of two, by allowing him to isolate himself.  I was wrong to think I *could* do the job of two without suffering consequences both in myself and in terms of my relationships.

I need a strong man that can hold me up when I’m weak, that can take up the slack, that can allow me to do my duties without doing his too.  One that is strong enough to put up with a strong woman.

Maybe someday I can have that.  And if not…well I guess it’s not in the cards.  But I at least have a direction with my faith.  And a hope that it can someday happen.

So maybe I don’t actually need one, but the ideal situation would be to have one.  Marriage in the lore was an amazing partnership.

Vitamin C – an update


Surprise surprise. This is pretty much what I recommend to people when they’re sick with a cold: Turmeric or bromelian for anti-inflammatory, vitamin C and zinc, and B complex. Along with supportive care such as real chicken soup, eucalyptus steams, lots more clear fluids, nasal flushes, and rest. Imagine that, a study that basically verifies my thought processes on this. I know I’m talking about colds and this is talking about sepsis, but the greater part of my work is focused on keeping people out of the hospital and I take it very seriously.

Dr. Malcolm Kendrick

Of course, I am always – ahem – ahead of my time, but I just noted this study that came out very recently. It demonstrates that if you give Vitamin C (along with hydrocortisone and thiamine) for just over two days in patients admitted with sepsis (blood poisoning) the mortality rate falls from 40% to 8.5%. The mortality rate in low income countries is normally around 60%.

Now, this was a small study, but it seems robust. It represents an almost five-fold reduction in mortality, but I think it provides some pretty strong support for the benefits of vitamin C. The conclusions of the study, repeated below were that.

‘Our results suggest that the early use of intravenous vitamin C, together with corticosteroids and thiamine may prove to be effective in preventing progressive organ dysfunction including acute kidney injury and reducing the mortality of patients with severe sepsis and septic…

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I’m so Glad the year past is over.


This has been a year filled with upheaval.

This is the year I took a really good look around me at wider society and realized that, though I was considered a flaming liberal in my younger years, I am now – without having changed many fundamental views at all – considered a conservative, a racist, a white nationalist, homophobe, transphobic, Islamophobe, alt right, …. whatever else people on the other end of the spectrum think is a pejorative.

So let’s look at a few of these.  First:  racist.  Since thanks to my mother I have some NA in me (not enough for a quantum, but the point is it’s there), and my mother was married to a NA, I’m pretty sure we can ditch this right now.  But let’s go further – my family also has some Jewish ancestry thanks to a torrid love story that ended with a Catholic marriage, only to be followed some years later by a Catholic excommunication and a splitting of the family into Protestant and Catholic camps.  I have never put down any race for anything.  I do recognize there are widely differing cultural elements in different peoples, some of which I admire and some of which I find abhorrent – including in my own cultural group, Midwest white lower middle class.  I’m pretty sure that makes me observant, not racist.

Conservative.  Funny how time works.  This may be the only thing where my views have evolved, largely because I went into the work force and actually had to provide for myself and my children.  I used to be very much like the California style liberals – medical care is a human right, food is a human right, water is a human right, sewer service is a human right, housing is a human right.  Well, not so much.  Because taxes are a thing.  And because there are FAR too many moochers out there.

Now I feel differently in a few ways:

1.    First, clean water. Well, having water that isn’t going to kill you is a good thing to have.  And that has been largely taken care of across our country via sanitation systems which include water treatment plants.  The thing is, our taxes only pay a portion of that.  You as a consumer still need to have some skin in the game and pay a service fee.  The idea behind that being that a portion of the service fees don’t go to pay for anything now, but go into a fund for future needs for the community.  Yes, I realize that has not happened in many cases.  But we’re not talking about how it is (in places like Flint for example) we’re talking about how it should be (and mostly works, in places like Missoula for example).  If you don’t pay your fees, your water will be shut off, eventually.  This is not difficult to understand, one would think.  But though assistance plans are available, and though people are informed on ways to conserve water, they continue to waste prodigious amounts of water and to default and, instead of taking responsibility for their non payment, they scream about water being a human right when what they *actually* mean is that CLEAN water, treated by the cities they live in, should be available to them for free regardless of the actual cost of providing said water.  And regardless of the agreements they signed when they hooked up to the city water service.

2.    Sewer.  This operates on much the same principle as clean water does.  The ability to wash your dishes, your body, your clothing, your floors, and use a toilet to flush your waste, and have all that effluent simply run down a drain for someone else to handle is an AMAZING thing.  We happen to have a septic system, but we have lived in cities as well.  This is an expensive service to provide, mainly because the risks to the population if not done correctly are huge, and the liability involved is also huge.  I don’t know if you are aware, but workers are at huge risk of getting Hepatitis C – for instance – from raw sewage.  It’s a nasty, dirty job, and the pay needs to be very good to compensate those who are willing to get the education and training to keep the rest of us safe.  It’s not in fact a human right.  It’s a privilege of living in modern society.  Yes, I’m aware that there have been night soil workers in the past.  But it was still very primitive and people often got sick due to the primitive nature of the system and the fact that raw sewage was often dumped directly into the river system from which people got their water.

The U.N. says the right to clean water and sewage is a human right.   They do not however provide any funding to assure said rights, and their declarations have no force of law.  So, until they pony up the money to all those people in Detroit and elsewhere to pay their bills and keep them in clean water and sewage, I will continue to ignore the U.N.  It’s quite easy to pontificate on a subject about which you have no financial responsibility.

For both of these essential services I was blissfully ignorant of the science and technology involved. When I was small I never considered it, and when I was of the age to begin considering it, we had a well and a septic system so it remained a relative non issue.  It wasn’t until I was an adult that I learned how it all works.  That’s when I realized how very expensive it is to provide water and sewer service, and how important the payments are in providing – and continuing to provide – these services.

3.  Medical care.  This one is a hot button for many people, me included.  I think we as a society have a responsibility to provide basic medical services to CHILDREN.  If we take care of our children, they will grow up to be as healthy as they can be, and are more likely to become productive citizens if they are as healthy as they can be.  Getting regular visits to catch things like a lazy eye, or hip dysplasia, early, will prevent complications and permanent disability later.

For adults….not so much.  People who do not have to pay anything for their medical care are much more likely to over use the system by increasing ER visits than those who either have commercial insurance or are on Medicare, or no insurance at all.  Some patients cite the copays they must pay at their primary care office as a reason for going to the ER, because they don’t have one if they go there.  Here is the original study abstract if you’d like to read it, the one that confirms what every EMS and ER worker already knew.

This is a huge issue.  If people have no financial skin in the game they have no financial incentive – or any other incentive, really, to follow medical provider advice or instructions, no matter how carefully the provider tries to involve them in their care plan.  They will consistently take the easiest, and the cheapest, way out.  Which in America involves the ER, because they don’t have to pay.

Oh, you say, but people on Medicaid are sicker….?  And….let’s go back to the statement about having financial skin in the game.  In AZ for instance, there is a $4 copay for office visits.  Almost ZERO patients pay this, because they know they don’t have to.  They also don’t have to pay the copay for their medications.  If a provider writes a prescription for Tylenol, Medicaid (AHCCCS in AZ) pays for it.  But there’s a price attached for the rest of us, the taxpayers, a very heavy price.  Generic tylenol costs about $2.99 for a bottle.  If you pay cash.  If the taxpayers pay for it, the cost goes up to approximately $34.99 per bottle.

When I worked in the ER mothers would bring their children in for a cold, nothing more.  When Tylenol was recommended, they would insist on a prescription.  Why?  Because they don’t have to pay for it.  Many of these same patients have *very* expensive gold jewelry, the newest iPhone, designer purses, and perfect manicures.  Yes, some of these patients *are* sicker.  However in many cases it’s because they refuse to listen to advice to exercise, lose weight, and eat a healthier diet.  That involves effort, and most are not willing to invest effort if there is a free option such as a pill.  Even though a type II diabetic will likely end up in renal failure or losing extremities to amputation, most will continue to take metformin over making real changes to their health.  And all the new medications developed?  They are there because patients just won’t do what they need to do to take charge of their health.  It’s just too hard to change.  And there’s no financial incentive to do so, because they don’t bear the cost of their health care.  We do, the working taxpayers.  Even their transportation to and from medical appointments is free for them, courtesy of the taxpayer, here in AZ.

There is no cost involved in walking around the mall for a morning, if it’s too hot or cold outside, and there is no cost involved in walking around your neighborhood if it’s safe enough.  There is no cost, when you have food stamps, in choosing healthier foods and fewer foods that come out of a box.  And please don’t give me the BS line about they can’t afford it.  I was on food stamps when I first divorced my ex-husband.  I did not need to feed my children crap.  I fed them mostly from the produce aisle just as I always had.  Rice, beans – from the produce aisle.  Tofu – from the produce aisle.  Veggies and fruits – same.  My crockpot was, and is, my friend.  So is my pressure cooker.

I think the copays must be enforced.  I think everyone should have some financial skin in the game, whatever their income.  I think people need to be held accountable for their health decisions.  How?  I don’t know, other than financial accountability.

Homophobe.  Nope, never have been.  Don’t want to be homosexual, am not homosexual, not wired that way, but could care less if they want to get married.  Go ahead, be my guest.  The political ramifications of homosexuality in our modern society however….*F* that to be blunt.  If you’re gay and you want a wedding cake, then don’t sue the Christian baker who doesn’t want to make it for you.  Go to a baker who doesn’t give a shit.  Ferchrissakes,  buy a clue already.  All you’re doing is creating an even more hostile environment for yourselves where you’re going to be less safe and more likely to be the target of hostilities in the long run.  And you’re giving nut ball extremists Christians fuel for their Satanic agenda fantasies.  As to access to medical care, I really don’t care if you’re gay or straight, bi or a sexual.  If your sexual behavior makes you more at risk for certain things then that’s something we need to discuss, but other than that I honestly don’t care.  Your sex life is your business.

Transphobe.  Nope, see homophobe above.  I think they are seriously mentally ill, but I also recognize that population genetics plays out on a much larger scale than many realize.  I had a neighbor for 2 years who was transgender male to female.  In that time I went from being sympathetic to pretty well fed up.  No, you are not a special snowflake.  No, your needs and wants do not trump mine.  No, you are not entitled to special treatment.  No, you do not deserve to get angry when people mistake you for a cross dressing man because you won’t get the laser treatments for your face, and you refuse to work on the feminine voice and physical behaviors.  And most importantly, the world does not revolve around transgender issues, and not everything is related to transgender issues.

Islamophobe.  Nope.  Although I do have to say that the Golden Age of Islam was the product of Shia Islam, not Sunni.  Shia valued ancient knowledge, both spiritual and practical, and were the keepers of this knowledge and in fact kept it alive by employing the peoples from the areas they conquered in teaching *them* this knowledge.  They are the mystics of the religion of Islam.  All of the radical Muslims in the world arise from Sunni Islam.  Wahabists, ISIL, Daesh….all of them.  They are now, and have from the start, persecuted the Shia.  Their goal was, is, and shall always be, to wipe them from the face of the earth.  Along with the rest of us who just won’t bend over and convert.

White nationalist.  Nope.  Please refer back to racist, and to islamophobe, and conservative.  I care that two of my ancestral homelands on my mother’s side, Germany and France, have been turned into cesspools of terror and violence, and the countries are becoming unrecognizable as their unique identities they cultivated over thousands of years are being systematically destroyed.  I care that my grandparents’ homeland, Ireland, is suffering the same fate.  I care about preserving the cultures that I came from, about preserving the peoples that I came from, about making sure they continue to exist in the future, not becoming subsumed in the current hyper saturation of incoming (invading?) cultures that have no interest in assimilating whatsoever.  I care that Sweden, my sons’ ancestral homeland via their great grandparents, has been turned into something completely unrecognizable.  I don’t want to see the cultures and countries that produced my ancestors disappear completely, to become something unrecognizable as what they have been.

Alt-right.  Still not quite sure what this is supposed to mean, even though I’ve read up on it.  If it means I think people should take responsibility for their actions, to work for their stuff, to be good citizens, to fight corruption by getting involved in a responsible way, to raise their children to be the same, then I guess I am.  Nazi?  Meh.  Hitler had some crazy ass ideas.  He also had some good common sense ideas.  Like anyone else.  The too bad part is that the crazy ass ideas were so awful we can never explore the good ones, simply because he thought of them.

And BTW.  Calling me any or all of these epithets will get you …. exactly nowhere.  Because the power of these has been expended in the last year.  I rather suspect I represent the backbone of America now, more or less.

The saddest part?  Without changing most of my political viewpoints, I have gone from being a liberal in my youth to being called all of these things in my middle age.  Because they political spectrum has shifted THAT FAR in 30 years.

 

 

 

 

 

 

American Pagans and the Pursuit of the Millennium


This is written about Pagans specifically but applies to those who voted for Clinton in general. And yes, the writer really *did* have a wall fall on her, it’s not a metaphor.

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When Hilary Clinton lost to Donald Trump, quite a few people fell into deep despair. They simply could not understand why would someone vote for Trump for U.S. President. One group greatly affected by the outcome were the American Pagans. On social media and in various blogs, many warned of the coming tribulations that would occur. Moreover, some notable Pagans painted a troubling picture of how hellish life would be from now on.

Usu One underlying thread in their expressions of melancholy is the assumption that the U.S. had been progressing towards a more ideal society. Known as “Millennialism,” the belief that the U.S. is “the Shining City on the Hill” permeates American culture in various forms. Usually associated with Fundamentalist Christians who long for the Second Coming of Christ, there is also a secular version of Millennialism as well. According to Secular Millennialism, America would evolve into a state of…

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The end of an era.


My husband is … away.  Whether it’s temporary or permanent, I don’t know.  I suppose it depends on things that may or may not be in either of our control.  It feels a little weird.

The house is very quiet.  I’ve been doing some cleaning projects that I simply haven’t had the energy to get to until now.  It’s shocking how much chronic resentment and anger can sap one’s energy.  Today I feel tired, but it’s because I’ve been working on and off all day, scrubbing dishes, cleaning the stove, the outside of the fridge and dishwasher, getting on my hands an knees and scrubbing in the corners before mopping, moving things and scrubbing counter tops.  Vacuuming in corners that haven’t been touched in a year.  Dusting.  Organizing.  The sad thing is it still looks like crap.

When one works 6 days a week (and at least 3 of these days are 13-14 hour days) these are the things that get left undone. When one spends free time avoiding confrontation, and letting resentment/anger/horror at the situation build, these are the things that get left undone.

When one watches one’s life partner slowly lose their sense of self and purpose, and slip into a nether region, with no independent identity, it’s frightening and stressful.   When one watches them crawl into a deep pit, and they refuse to come out even when you throw them a ladder, it’s horrifying.

These are the things that make one lose sleep in the middle of the night.

 

Localizing your heathenry.


So, back to the promised topic of localized heathenry.

At the heathen meetup barbeque Mr. TF and I went to several weeks ago, we were invited to go camping for a heathen moot in the middle of the month, and they will be celebrating Winter Finding at this moot.  We had to decline because we are already committed to a Samhain campout at the end of the month.  We in turn invited them to come – and they declined because it’s not a heathen holiday.  Eh?

This is exactly the reason I think heathenry should be local to your region.  Because I live in Arizona and let’s face it – even at my altitude mid October is nowhere near winter!  As a long time gardener I know my local climate conditions.  The first frost comes usually the last weekend of October or the first weekend of November.  The last frost comes usually Mother’s Day weekend.  So for me, Winter Finding is the weekend of the first hard frost – tomatoes, peppers, cucumbers all die from that frost so as far as I’m concerned it’s the official end of the canning season as well as the official end of summer.  And that’s what Winter Finding is supposed to be all about.  The ending of summer, the beginning of the cold, the start of the Wild Hunt, retreat indoors to fires and stews and quiet contemplation.

Where I grew up, in N. Michigan, the first frost was usually the second week of September, and we usually had over a foot of snow on the ground by Halloween/Samhain.  So it would be ridiculous to celebrate Winter Finding mid October, there’s already snow on the ground.  It would be logical that they celebrate it at the time of the first frost, which for them happens to generally coincide with the fall equinox.  Which is on a very different schedule from my first frost!

And vice versa for Summer Finding.  We don’t have much of a spring here – our weather goes from a late snow in April (that doesn’t stick) to 90 degrees in about a two week time period.  I have never yet been able to grow spinach – it gets too hot and it bolts long before it’s big enough to eat because of this.  But it continues to frost on and off at night until the second weekend of May.  Realistically, our celebration of Beltaine on the last weekend of April/first weekend of May is too soon for our local climactic conditions but we’ve been celebrating with our friends/local tribe of Pagans but not heathens for the better part of 20 years so we will continue to do this.  It too is “not a heathen holiday” but it’s a part of the ancestral culture of my people (Irish).  Summer Finding for me is celebrated best by planting feverishly with dirt under my nails and imagining the harvest to come.  Which happens as it should after Mother’s Day weekend and my worries about frost are pretty much nil.  But if you look at the heathen calendar Summer finding is celebrated in March.  That might work somewhere else but it really doesn’t work here.  As far as I’m concerned if I can’t grow stuff it’s not summer yet.

Disablot and Yule are pretty much the same regardless – the 12 nights of Christmas are a direct reflection of the Christianization of the Mother Nights.  Same prohibitions even, like for instance no spinning during the the Yule month.

The Wheel of the Year makes more sense in a locality where there *are* four seasons.  In Scandinavia, as here in Arizona, where we basically have two seasons, it makes less sense. Our ancestors would have celebrated (or not) the holidays based on their local area climate and traditions.  We should too.

Busy days, or Good Fences Make Good Neighbors


It’s harvest season, which means that in addition to working 6 days a week (3 for my business, 3 for someone else) I have harvesting and preserving on top of work.  Thankfully, my day is light today.  I have an excision biopsy to perform this afternoon but other than that I’m free.  Which is good because I’m going to need the time.

When I finish my coffee and this blog post, I will be girding up my loins (so to speak) and wading into the tomato forest to harvest another probably 6 or 7 gallon sized bags of tomatoes.  Which doesn’t sound like much until you factor in that most of my tomato plants are cherry tomatoes – they fit a lot more into a bag than Romas.  I planted Cherokee purples, Romas, some sort of Italian plant that give fruit that are Roma-esque but smaller, yellow pear, and orange cherries.  I figured at least one variety would produce.  WRONG.  They all have produced FAR more than I ever anticipated.  This year has been AMAZING for tomatoes!

Then, after I finish in the tomato forest it will be time to venture into the prickly pumpkin jungle.  I bought 6 pack flats of honey dew melons and pie pumpkins – one of each.  Except that the honey dew flat apparently was mostly also pie pumpkin, so I have three honey dew plants which have not produced very well, and 9 pie pumpkin plants which HAVE.  I believe I will have at least 25-30 pumpkins by the time the season is done, not including the ones I’ve already given to the chickens.  Good thing my family likes pumpkin bread, pumpkin cookies, pumpkin pie, pumpkin beer, pumpkin soup … you get the idea.

Now keep in mind that I do raised bed intensive gardening.  So my tomato plants, all 12 of them, are in a total of 64 square feet of space (2 4×8 beds) and share some of that space with cabbage and eggplant.  Though I haven’t seen the cabbages in 2 months…   And the pumpkins and melon plants are in a 32 square foot bed (1 4 x 8).  We have all our beds set up with soaker hoses and an automatic timer as well as deep mulch to keep the moisture in.  We fertilize with manure from cattle and our chickens.  That’s really it.  I don’t weed very much once the plants get established, the deep mulch helps with that and mostly they suffer from benign neglect.  I don’t pinch off suckers either, I just let the plants do their thing and other than some tying up that’s really the extent of my care.

Then I need to prep a bed for garlic.  I got organic Italian soft neck garlic to plant later next month.  Supposedly we should plant in November for harvest in July but I’ve found that just doesn’t work well here.  So I want to try planting it earlier to allow it to get a better hold before the frost hits, so the bulbs may be bigger next summer.

Then there are still the harvest of figs to deal with…I let go to waste probably twice as many as I was able to harvest and get into the freezer, and there’s likely 30 pounds or more in the freezer.

Then we have to finish putting up the bamboo 6 foot fencing around the back yard.  I have 4 foot garden fence but I am tired of the skunks, dogs, and cats trying to dig under it to get into our yard – just going to wire the bamboo fencing to what’s already there and put rocks along the base on either side.  We’ll have a little bit of shade in the summer for the more tender plants as well as somewhat of a wind break plus maybe a little more privacy.  Our county code requires a permit for anything over 4 feet but since this is in no way a permanent thing I do not plan to get one.  I’m pretty sure biodegradable fencing wired to an existing fence is not cognate to putting up a 6 foot block wall or to putting up prefab 6 foot wooden panels.  So I’m just not going there.

The one main reason for the fencing in the first place is this:  our money hungry county workers have decided to go to the poorest areas of the county looking for obscure violations of codes that no one knows about and start fining people for these violations. One of my patients, a disabled elderly woman, got a citation for “weeds.”  That’s what it said.  Well duh, it just rained every day for 3 weeks straight and you are going to fine her because she has an overgrowth of weeds????  So the county is saying that if it can be seen from the road, they will fine people.  People who have building supplies in their back yards are getting citations because it can be seen from across the alley on the street behind them.  People who have piles of wood are getting fined because it’s an eyesore.  Yes, I’m serious.  We got a citation for ‘trash.’  Yep, all those nested planting pots, piled bags of mulch, manure, unused raised beds, sliding glass doors and windows for the greenhouse neatly leaned against the house next to the greenhouse, neat stacks of walkway bricks, are all trash… stupid jackasses.  Money hungry bastards.  If I had planned on living in an area with rules like this I wouldn’t have moved where I did.  Hence the fencing.  Keep your damned nose out of my yard.  And out of my neighbors’ yards too.  I know one guy that wants to build a garage but the county won’t give him a permit.  But they were sure happy to give him a citation for the building supplies in his yard!

And, we need to get rid of our van with the blown transmission.  6 years of it sitting is plenty long enough.  Then we need to move our travel trailer over about a foot so we can install fencing along our side border down to the street.  Our neighbor has a pit bull they don’t keep in their yard, they let him wander, and he attacks our cats and us.

Then we need to look into getting a permit for wood so we can replenish our wood supply for the winter.  $20 for a permit for up to 4 cords versus $180 for 1/2 cord delivered…that’s an easy choice.

No, all of this is not going to be accomplished today!  But it has to be done soon….winter is coming and the harvest won’t wait.

Next post will be regarding seasonal harvest feast traditions and localizing one’s traditions to one’s climate zone.

 

 

 

 

Some of the things I’ve been thinking about.


Being an *actual* polytheist, meaning I actually believe in the individuality and agency of the Gods, makes for interesting conversations at nearly any Pagan gathering. Given that where I live at least, those who share my religious belief (regardless of their particular practice – Wiccan, Hellenic, Druid, Heathen etc) are definitely in the minority, at least among the people who attend the same sorts of functions I do.  There may be other hard polytheists out there, but they’re not attending the meetups and public gatherings as far as I can see, not in any great numbers.

I have met up with some local heathens, and while they are very nice people, we don’t seem to have much in common with most of them.  We disagree on what constitutes racism, we disagree whether or not European cultures are worth saving, whether a girl identifying as a boy is a thing that should be encouraged, whether UPG (unverified personal gnosis aka the Gods speaking to you personally) and SPG (shared personal gnosis aka the Gods telling many people the same thing) is a relevant part of building a tradition or in deepening one’s spirituality and should be spoken of in mixed company, and more that may nor may not be actually relevant to forming a lasting religious tradition.  Something that struck me was that, while they have read the lore, and are more experienced than I in the actual lore by at least a decade, was that they seem to have picked and chosen which parts of the lore they use to support their belief (and twisting a lot out of context) while ignoring those parts that do not agree with their views.  That is my opinion based on very limited interaction so don’t take what I say as face value, it may be that further talks would reveal a different understanding.

So it was with pleasure that we met a husband and wife at our first large “interfaith” gathering this past year.  They and we had a lot in common. Because of them we (OK I, it was my decision to go and Mr. TF went along) went to the already existing local meetup.  Over time we began discussing our personal philosophy and spirituality.  We found a lot more in common with them.  One of the most important things being that at least two of us are actual hard polytheists and have had spiritual experiences that have convinced us of the reality of the Gods.

All of us have experienced the disappointment of going to ritual only to have frivolity and disrespect be a part of the ritual.  All of us, both the agnostics and the polytheists, have felt that it deters from building an actual living religion that will grow into something more, something that has an entire culture integral to it.  We all have experienced the desire to be a part of something more, something that would actually sustain a people.

It seems to us that people make the jump into Paganism as a rebellion but that’s where they stay.  They don’t grow, they don’t take to heart “know thyself,” they don’t take responsibility.  So when crisis hits, as it always will, they have no reserves, nowhere to turn, nothing to sustain them.  And for some of them crisis remains a permanent part of their existence – because they don’t understand the personal power they have to change it, don’t understand the power the Gods have to help them change it.  As at least two of the four of us are believers in the Old Gods of the North, we have a baseline that helps us understand the expectations the Gods have of us.

So we have been talking.  And we have no firm ideas but we have a starting point.  At the next large interfaith gathering, we are going to make sure the left over catered food goes to the needy.  In OUR community.  Not to the food bank or anywhere else.  And we are going to set up guidelines for this for all future gatherings.  If we’re going to talk good words about hearth culture, then we’re going to make sure our hearth is cared for.

 

 

 

“Suffer Not the Heretic, the Folkish, or the Native, to live.”


“Now me, I’ve been a Heathen half my life, and you know what I say when people start ranting about racist heathens? I shrug. I look them in the eye and say, “I don’t give a fuck.” Because after way, way to many years of watching the term racism being applied so unequally, the term means nothing to me.”

This. Exactly this. Brilliant essay! Reblogging because the nonsense being put forward by other supposedly tolerant groups of heathens is nothing more than racist culturalist bullshit.

I literally had a heathen tell me this past weekend that she could care less if European cultures die out. Really? The culture and ethnicity your ancestors came from, that produced you, is worthless and not worth saving? Ok….so tell me how that honors your ancestors….?

Son of Hel

Why is it that I constantly find myself in actions of defense for groups I do not belong to and don’t even always agree with? Seriously, I’m trying to mind my own business, but this divine nature that insists on holding people to their own standards, or even the spirit of those standards, just keeps driving me to speak up. It’s gods damn annoying, what it is. I’m not even Folkish or Universalist as a Heathen. Of course, as the Havamal says:

havamal127“When you see misdeeds, speak out against them, and give your enemies no peace.” – Odin

So when I come across the following post by Grundsau Burrow entitled There is No Folkish and Universalist Debate in Heathenry I can just tell that I am about to experience a wondrous new world of hatred and bigotry tolerance and diversity. Because you can bet that of the two optional meanings…

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