* Disclaimer: this post contains serendipitous material from an unattributed source that matches with uncanny precision a very recent event. It was just too fortuitous, too timely, too bang on to pass it by.
The roving eye can’t help falling on beauty.
The story begins as per usual on the funny farm of Pagandom. It has been quite an exhilarating and rewarding summer and we’re still on a well deserved break from all the hard work that went into a number of well turned out endevours and really cooling down from the state of euphoria which intensifies when the magic steamrolls through the public square where the village idiots gather to brawl with one another. It’s just another day of whining, screaming and lamenting, when somebody spots us from a distance and…..
…some illustrious witch entered into contact and our short interaction went like this:
Illustrious witch: It is a great honour to make your acquaintance Master Loki, blah, blah, blah,…our work is sublime led by our illuminated High Priestess.
Me: Ok, so who is this High Priestess?
Illustrious witch: She was initiated by another most illustrious Great High Priestess and Witch Queen.
Me: Ok, but she has a name? Forgive the insistence but there are people out there I and others with me don’t want any association with. So why don’t you cut the crap and just…
Illustrious witch: I had no idea you were such judgemental crap, blah, blah, blah…block and goodbye…Deja vu.
And indeed, there are people out there that we don’t want any association with, and we think it is important to practice discernment when it comes to what and whom we invite into our lives. So it’s only natural for demon and summoner to check each other out for compatibility before getting into any deal.
Compassion works both way and self-love is the fountain for all good things in the world and is radically different from the narcissism of the cowardly ego-maniacs. All ego-maniacs exhibit body language they like to immortalise with propagandistic photography. The roving eye of discernment observes and takes note.
Healthy community is different from the dysfunctional following generated by those who generate cults of personalities.
An Ifa proverb says: ” The beginning of bad fortune starts with mistaking your enemy for being your friend ” – and it is really about this.
Discernment comes with consciousness. It does not stop at scratching the surface. It digs deeper, much deeper than that. Now, what are we to do with this list of STOPs?
Cast judgement, yes, as discernment demands one must do but not necessarily one concerning quality, but of resonance and similitude. A judgement based on looking for loyalty, integrity and growth being increased in the bond about to be made. When the alchemy is right, the door opens to let kindness in.
A negative bond when connected to yours is like glueing water to oil. No point wasting time with that.
Negativity can be anything that holds you back or derails you from the pursuit of self-fullfillment and we don’t need to tell you that an unfulfilled life is filled with sadness, low self-esteem and towards the end, regrets. Finding those similarities is key in revealing the answer.
Know thyself and to thy destiny stay true.
Some people are like birds of a feather squabbling over a worm in the beak of another even when there’s plenty for everyone. Perhaps their uber-liberal upbringing didn’t teach them the economy of compromise and collaboration that others growing up in less favourable circumstances, may have been forced to learn just to survive, forging them into successful businessmen capable of handling a competitive capitalist market – such as neo-paganism – in spite of their vituperative inclinations. Some people take their ideals too seriously and renounce on deals that could be good for what they’re ultimately trying to achieve, out of false pride and false virtue. Why not take a leaf from those who swallowed their pride for their want of money and fame? You don’t need to don the mantle of victim of abuse when what’s really churning inside is just resentment for feeling kicked out or left behind.
For profit and non-profit do not gel and we’ve less in common than you think. There’s an unabridged infinite chasm between a neopagan hobby-crafter and a magical priesthood – but that’s a topic for another time and another place.
No they won’t. Not from him, Amorella…He will reconcile with you, if you just let him.
Foolish people invite in nefarious vibrations through sheer dissonance between the church bells they ring and the sermon delivered to the parish. Well, this is what we think of the parochialism proposed to us:
A fine example immediately stands out from the list of STOPs dispensed to the many ‘victims’ that fell hook, line and sinker to the ‘poor us’ narrative of the ‘support group’ which essentially goes, “Stop buying from them and start buying from me”…
Scratch the polished veneer and there’s none of the promised loyalty, integrity and growth to be found.
…”Create community policies on ethics, harassment and consequences and enforce them transparently” – continues the Mary Sue with the ardour of a witch-hunter general, AS IF we ever condoned self-appointed inquisitors policing what other autonomous covens and traditions do in the privacy of their circles.
Loki’s Gazette has always maintained that it is up to each individual to discern, judge, self-regulate and do what they will. We didn’t invent it. The idea of accountability has been around for a while and victim culture won’t bring the revolution, although it will force some orders and traditions to get their act together or get shafted to Óskópnir.
Yes, we’re pleased it’s getting increasingly harder for BNPs to act like little shits. No, replacing them with a generation of crusading arseholes won’t make things better.
One thing we would like to make crystal clear to our readers and anyone who entertains the idea that they can find in us an ally for their initiatives is this: we give you the information you need to peel the bacon off your eyes BUT you will be using your energy, your resources, your legs to see yourself out of your ‘trauma’.
We know traditions have done their best to be inclusive and adapt to the needs of their millennial crowds by no longer rolling in nettles, but it’s not us.
An illustration of what a typical neo-pagan ‘victim of abuse’ expects from old school occultists.
“Stop propagating secrecy”….I don’t think so, miss. Like many others before you, you’ve grossly misunderstood. What you want is for the occult to turn into another Billingsgate Market whereas on the contrary, we believe the dark mantle of anonymity must be cast atop of the most stringent secrecy and should be so heavy to sink us where no eye can reach and no sound be heard.
“Stop adding sex to religious ceremonies” – Adding? Sex is not some added bonus and as a general rule sex is a mystery treated with utmost reverence within most magical orders. Neo-pagans tend to pick up a book and improvise rituals based on their approximated interpretation of something they read but never seen in actual practice. Given our judgemental attitude we don’t mingle with neo-pagans enough to know for sure but some boasts we’ve come across are quite self-explanatory and leave very little to the imagination.
Some people get well frisky after a couple of joints. We were teenagers too once and went to squat parties where everyone got high as a kite and at least once experienced being filled with instant regret upon waking up naked next to someone you wouldn’t have touched with a bargepole in the cold light of the day. We also remember the paranoia, reason why we quit and found healthier ways to entertain ourselves. It’s not difficult to imagine what could possibly go wrong at rituals where everyone is high on drugs. Get stoned and then accuse some poor sod of rape in the morning? These days regretting who you slept with the night before trends as rape. It used to trend as a fucking inconvenience when they spotted you in the pub the following night and wanted a replay of the night before. Victimhood is a status symbol to hashtag #metoo and wear with pride as a survivor of the imaginary war against oppression and the patriarchy. One ought to be very selective in the choice of magical associates…
“Stop erecting public fuck temples at neo-pagan festivals” – they must be shrouded by some powerful invisibility spell to go unnoticed by the ordinary public and the federal authorities.
“Stop looking for divinity outside…”…whoooah! Stop right there girlie. That’s your potion induced UPG. We all got our own but there’s no need to impose it as another universal Truth. In the name of equality and diversity you so fervently invoke, leave others to find their own. That’s how mysteries work.
Last comes the first on the long list of STOPs which brings us full circle and sums up what all this puritan moralism is really about:
“Stop making the attainment of power and a leadership role the goals of a spiritual tradition.” – Without divinity outside, without power, without aspiration, without lore (because it’s all fakelore anyway), it leaves you, your books and your drugs. Way to waste a life!
Hardly two weeks into the life of this confession box initiative and people were given a taste of life under the despotic rule of the Mary Sue and ordered with bullet point instructions to apologise for expressing a view didn’t agree with.
We don’t do that here…
…but enforce the consequences, she said?
That was five days ago? Power needn’t speak a single word. Just swish that tide.
A final thought:
If we remember that Life is the child of Death, that we have a temporary existence whilst the dust and bones of death is forever, maybe it can aid us in the practice of discernment, so we can make the best forms of judgement…? The exposure we’ve given to you is your a once-in-a-lifetime window of opportunity to get noticed, pitied and taken under the wing of some BNP wanting to know what’s happened. Use it wisely.