This is the second of two writings from two people that wish to share some thoughts with you. This writing I forward to you is a post shared with us regarding Religion and its ideas, effects and influences using some words to just present a possible opening to a different sort of interaction than the usual about G.D. Mother Culture and her tyranny.. by Doug Lundy. The previous one shared & forwarded of these was regarding how Women carry a burden of hate from The diary of Kwanele (Thediaryof Kwanele). Now onto what Doug wishes to share... ------------------------------------------------- Religion and its ideas, effects and influences bear on this discussion from time to time.. Here are some words to just present a possible opening to a different sort of interaction than the usual about G.D. Mother Culture and her tyranny.. This is by the chaplain at Evergreen State, Fred Lamotte, a Quaker..from the tradition that freely defies the Bible when its in error and has a history of supportive interactions with native people and more incongruous stuff..Alternatively going naked and refusing to take off their hats, as called for. And they fought for womens rights and against slavery and...all sorts of insane things often at the cost of their lives and freedom..Had their tongues pierced for daring to speak about god when this was reserved only for official clergy..Like a controlled substance only administered by the priests! Freds words, so perfect for this time; As a Christian Pagan, I want to thank all the shamans of field and forest for decking my halls. Christ means anointed. The chrism is pressed from the olive tree, healing oil. Jesus was a shaman too. He opened blind eyes with balm of mud and saliva, made a vision quest in the Wilderness, spoke to trees, turned well water into wine, practiced elemental magic with bread and fishes, uttered spells from his groaning bowels to raise the dead, slept in stone tombs, dialogued with demons and corpse people, just like a Shaivite sunyasi. Jesus embodied shamanic Breath: in the Bible, Breath and Spirit are the same word and power. I thank my Pagan friends, for no religion worth its blood and salt rejects its predecessors. Rather, it weaves their wisdom into a fresh new body. I thank my Druid ancestors for this sparkling Yuletide tree, for holly and mistletoe woven over my lintel, entwining my carvings of Green Man and elephant-headed Ganesh. I thank my Tantric brethren and sisters for the Yoni of the pine-cone wreath, the Lingam of the candle piercing its void. I say Namaste to my Hindu cousins who brought three gifts of the Wise Men, laid them humbly at the manger. For it was Eastern, not Western sages, who first recognized the birth of the Avatar, the Prince of Peace. What do gold, frankincense and myrrh signify? The gift of Yoga, the gift of Vedanta, and the gift of Meditation. I am grateful to Druids and Wiccans, Deer Antlered Priests, the Elven tribes, the Sylphs of sacred tree medicine, Yarrow and Cedar sprites, the berry and salmon people of the Northwest, the Raven cry, the deep drum of the milk-spilling teat of Mount Tahoma. I thank Wolf Mother for keeping Mary warm all night by the creche. I bow down to the Goat, who gave Father Joseph his beard and Baby Jesus his little toes. I honor the barley malt. I sip holy whiskey from the alter of oak, lifted in a stone grail, crying slainte to the spirit wind, the rain-bearing breath of the hoary virgin Genetrix of divine Matter. O dip the wick of my body in the fire of the Winter sea, and sing to the mer-silkies, angels of the under-deep. For I hold Darkness sacred as the Star!
Posted on: Sat, 20 Dec 2014 11:41:00 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015