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June 29th, 2015
Three days ago the United States took another step forward towards the goal of “life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness” as the Supreme Court decreed that marriage equality will be the law of the land.
A great number of people – all of the Abrahamic religions – have bemoaned the redefining of “traditional” marriage. Of course those of us with any understanding of history are well aware that there is no such thing as traditional marriage; it is an institution that has been continuously redefined to accommodate societal needs. (I find it interesting that the some of the same people opposed to marriage equality are alarmed that the change could lead to things like the legalization of polygamy, despite the fact that polygamy was a venerable “tradition” for literally thousands of years.)
I am waiting for one particular tradition to kick into effect, and that would be the “traditional” backlash. While traditional marriage may be an illusion, the traditional backlash whenever Christian values are challenged sadly is not. (And by “Christian” I mean the values of the majority of people who strongly identify as Christian, not the teachings of Christ as given in the New Testament. I have never seen any correlation between Christianity and what Jesus supposedly taught his followers.) While I’m pleased that I can visit or even move to any place in the United States and know that my marriage is recognized, I worry about the backlash that I believe will inevitably come. I hope I’m wrong. I hope this will be the first time in over 2000 years that the Christians will accept that other people (including other people who identify as Christians) may have equally valid needs and values. I hope there will be no deaths, that nobody will be hurt.
But tradition suggests otherwise, and so I pray that Þunor will protect the innocent.
June 16th, 2015
Something happened this past weekend that I found both amazing and inspiring. A local event, Pagans in the Park, was held to raise money for Pittsburgh’s Pagan Pride celebration. I was the guest speaker, and had a booth where people could talk with me and purchase my books. The day was beautiful and the event was very enjoyable, with games, vendors, live entertainment and food.
What amazed me, though, was the source of the food, which volunteers served up for reasonable prices – three bucks for a burger, a dollar for a can of soda pop, and so on. All of the food had been donated by the Gay and Lesbian Community Center. If the significance of this is not readily apparent, let me add that over the past 45 years I have never, ever known a non-Pagan organization to give anything to our community except disdain. I’ve seen Pagans and Pagan groups try to find acceptance in “interfaith” organizations, but the effort always flowed in only one direction. Nobody ever extends kindness to us. Ever. And so when I heard that the GLCC had donated all of the food for the fundraiser, my immediate response was “Why?”
I directed that question to Lyndsey Sickler, the woman who initiated the GLCC’s generous gesture. “A few years ago we didn’t have anything,” she told me. Now the GLCC has enough resources to share, and so they extended some help to the Pagan community because we are (for the most part) gay-friendly. It still seemed like a strange thing to do, and took some time for me to process the idea.
I may be gay myself, but throughout my life I’ve experienced the same disrespect from (most) gay Christians as I have from (most) heterosexual Christians. As a result, my world view has been very much Us-versus-Them. But the world has changed over the years, at least here in the United States. I still think it’s important to cherish “Us”, but perhaps the time has come to change my perception of “Them”. We may not all be the same, but we are all interdependent to some degree. Imagine how much could be accomplished if the tribes – the Pagans, the gays, the radical wimmin, etc – all reached out to each other a bit. The GLCC bought some admiration and support from a number of Pagan people this weekend. If we Pagan folk were to give back in some way, perhaps our own community would gain some admiration and support from the gay community.
It can be difficult to lower one’s shield and look beyond the safety of the þeod. On the other hand, I think the reward of giving support to other tribes could be well worth the effort.
June 1st, 2015
The other day a friend asked me about the rune Eolh. My friend draws a rune each day for guidance, and Eolh had come up several times in a row. He knows the rune is protective, but wondered if Eolh was trying to convey something more.
Eolh is indeed a protective rune. I use it in charms and spells for protection. In the rune oracle on this website the keywords for Eolh are “protection”, “safety” and “defense”. But the Rune Poem doesn’t specifically say that Eolh means protection. What it says is:
The elk-sedge is native to the marsh, it grows in the water, it can wound cruelly, the blood of any man burns who in any way dares to seize it.
No rune has one, simple finite meaning like protection or wealth or family. The runes are mysteries. It is our nature to extrapolate finite meanings from runic mysteries so we can more readily understand them, but this same practice can as easily impede understanding.
A few years ago I’d had the same experience as my friend, but with the rune Nied. Perhaps my experience was a little worse, for Nied has no happy, reassuring meaning like “protection”. When Nied is reduced to a finite meaning, it is “need” (the literal modern translation of the Old English word nied). In the rune oracle here, Nied has the keywords “hardship” and “loss”. Seeing it come up over and over in various omens was becoming rather a bummer. Then my kinsman Taren pointed out that if the rune was continually making an appearance, maybe it was trying to convey something more. And so I went back to the Rune Poem and contemplated its words concerning Nied:
Need is oppressive on the heart, although it often befalls this affliction of men to help and to heal somewhat if it is heard beforehand.
The Rune Poem tells us that need is unpleasant, but we avert this by anticipating those needs. By “hearing them beforehand”. The repetitive appearance of the Nied rune wasn’t a dire prediction; it was giving me advice! Going directly to the Rune Poem – looking at the mystery itself, rather than a distilled, finite definition – I came to an understanding of what Nied was trying to tell me.
And so that was the advice I gave to my friend, and what I would give to anyone who would understand the runes. Go directly to the Rune Poem, which reveals their deeper message. The finite meanings that people give to the runes are useful tools, but there is so much more to the mysteries!
(The Old English Rune Poem can be accessed on this website. Go to “Runes”, scroll down to the bottom of the page that opens, and click on “Old English Rune Poem”.)
May 17th, 2015
The other day a man asked me the name of my path, and I jokingly told him it was Bob, because the idea of naming my spirituality with any more precision than “Saxon Pagan” or “Saxon Heathen” seems pointless to me. He said that he liked what I’ve had to say in my books, and suggested that he might start telling people he follows the Alarician Saxon tradition. To that I could only respond with two words:
First of all, Alarician sounds silly. But more to the point, using that name is sort of contrary to what the Alarician tradition is all about. If you want to follow a path similar to mine, then don’t box yourself in with contrived boundaries. I certainly don’t. Am I Wiccan? I guess so, if you want to call me that. My coven identifies as Seax Wiccan, and we honor Woden and Frige as master and mistress of the old ways, but that’s where most of the resemblance to Wicca ends. We don’t call quarters. We are true polytheists, believing in many gods and goddesses, not just two. There’s no question that we’re wiccan (witches) but whether we’re Wiccan depends on your definition.
I’ve also been asked if I’m theodish, which is another label I neither embrace or deny. Theodish is simply an old word for tribalist, and I’ve met very few people who are more tribalist than I. Once I decide you’re my folk, you’re stuck with me. But I’ve never been part of a Theodish-identified group. I agree with the Theodish position that the tribe is important, but I don’t think a person really has to be part of a tribe. My inhíred, Earendel, is undoubtedly theodish in spirit, but we are much less formal about it.
So my coven is Wiccan and my inhíred is theodish, but my coven and inhíred aren’t constrained by those labels, and neither term defines my spiritual path. Nor does “Alarician”, except in the most general sense that I, Alaric, am going to live and worship in the way I believe is right. I don’t think my path needs to be set aside with its own special name. I am a Saxon Pagan. By that I mean I’m a polytheist whose inspiration comes from the early English people. And that should be enough definition.
May 4th, 2015
Of course I’m using the word Beltane in a very modern generic sense. My folk are predominantly Anglo-Saxon in our spirituality, not Gaelic or Gallic or Welsh. Nevertheless we often use the word Beltane for our May Day celebrations welcoming the warm, bright months of summer, and I don’t think this confuses anyone.
People began arriving around 1:30 in the afternoon. We caught up on what was happening in everybody’s lives while I sewed up the “head” for our effigy of Jack Barleycorn, and Diane and Jason sewed up small pouches of red cloth for spells we would be working later in the evening. Our dogs – all of them together – ran around in the house and yard, delighted to have the whole pack together. Like us humans, the dogs love these tribal gatherings. Well, all except for Chewie, who lives with Diane. Chewie’s ambivalent about the whole thing.
When everything was ready we assembled Jack. This is a long-standing tradition with us. “Long” meaning since the mid-1990’s, which in Neo-Pagan culture is practically ancient. Our Jack Barleycorn effigy is a scarecrow, in jeans and a flannel shirt, a representation of the life of the land. Earlier, while I sewed the scarecrow’s head, Taren cut squares of cloth, and each of us stitched a rune on a cloth to symbolize what we want to bring into our lives. (No, I’m not telling what rune I chose – that would break the spell!) After the scarecrow was built, we attached our runes to various parts of his body. Then he was raised to where he will stand until this coming Hallows.
After this, we went to the fire pit and held a húsel for the elves. The fire was large and blazing and hot as we gave offerings of flowers, mead and cheese. And by the time the fire outside burned down, the chicken roasting in the oven indoors was done, and so we followed the húsel with a May Day feast as we watched the original version of the 1972 film, “The Wicker Man”.
In the evening the dynamic of our group changed slightly, for not all of the folk of Earendel are part of my coven. Those who are gathered under the Thrimilci moon to work magic. Spells were cast, we gave praise to Woden and Frige, and the circle was eventually closed. Some very tired dogs went home with their very tired humans, and we soon went off to bed here at Holendun as well.
Summer has come.
April 26th, 2015
Summer is a-comin’ in!
Today Sunne’s rays of light are almost palpable. Daffodils bloom throughout the back yard. The garden is partially tilled now, almost ready for planting tomatoes, squash and corn. The grass is thick and green.
Next weekend will be a busy time for us here at Holendun. Earendel, my spiritual family, will celebrate the coming of summer with praise and offerings to the elves. We will feast and, as we have for years now, we will build a scarecrow representing Jack Barleycorn. That in itself would be a full and satisfying weekend.
But wait, there’s more, because the Thrimilci moon grows full. In the Saxon calendar this is the “Three-Milkings Moon”, so called because cattle had to be milked thrice each day at this time of the year. The name reflects the abundance of the season. And so my coven will be gathering, as we do each month when the moon is full. Magic is in our plans, at this inherently magical transition between winter and summer.
What will you be doing for May Day?
April 13th, 2015
Summer is little more than a fortnight away now. Soon the Beltane fires will burn. Historically, May Day celebrations were celebrated throughout England by the Saxons, welcoming in the summer with games and festivities.
Witches make use of a liminal time of year like this. May Day is a good time for seasonal magic focused on growth. It is especially good for prosperity magic. For our ancestors, prosperity was directly related to the fertility of the land. The Saxon calendar celebrates the season with the Thrimilci Moon, or “three-milkings moon”, because cattle were so productive at this time of year that they needed to be milked three times a day. For the pre-Industrial family, this was indeed a time of prosperity. In Wyrdworking: The Path of a Saxon Sorcerer, I describe how to set up an annual prosperity cycle, but simple prosperity spells can be cast at this time of year also. Be sure to define your goal precisely, though. “Money” is an ephemeral concept, and prosperity spells often fail because the witch did not define a specific goal.
Of course for people in the southern hemisphere it is winter that is just around the corner. The same seasonal principle applies, only south of the equator magic should be directed to things that you want to diminish or release.
April 7th, 2015
The runes are not only a tool for magic and divination; they are mysteries, and those mysteries are revealed to us constantly.
Last night I dreamed that I was working at a restaurant in Kansas City where I was employed from 1977 to 1990. I’ve had similar dreams, but this time, for the first time, I knew that it was a dream. I knew that Mr. Waid (the restaurant owner) died years ago, even as he discussed the bread order with me. I looked around for a wall or desk calendar somewhere to find out what the year was (sometime before 1980, I’m sure), not wanting to ask anyone, because people think you’re weird if you tell them that you’ve come back from the future. I was so glad to see everyone again even though I couldn’t tell them that our time was brief – that some of us would die, and others would move on to other places and professions.
When I woke, my heart was filled with the joy I feel whenever I have one of these dreams. During those years the restaurant became a sort of home. The Waids were like parents to me, older people who were always there when I needed counsel about almost anything. I was young and healthy, and well-paid. And I think, now, how much happier I would have been if I’d more fully embraced the joy of my existence.
Such is the mystery of the wynn rune. The rune often translated as “joy”. Wynn tells us that:
Joy possesses him who knows little want, illnesses or sorrows, and himself has prosperity and happiness and also a sufficient dwelling.
The rune tells us exactly what joy is, because much of the time we tend to forget. In our quest for some imagined “more”, we all too often fail to see and appreciate the good things we already have. And so the joy in our lives can remain unseen until it is lost in time.
March 30th, 2015
Winter melts into Spring, which blossoms into Summer, fading into Autumn and then cooling into Winter again. An eternal circle. But this pattern doesn’t stop with the seasons; it flows through everything.
I was reminded of this over the weekend when I traveled to Columbus, Ohio with my friend Zach to attend a divination seminar. The presenters were Reverend Michael Dangler, Reverend Jan Avende and Shawneen Bear. Although Zach and I left early in the morning, we missed all but the tail end of Reverend Dangler’s presentation. Nevertheless, in the short time I heard him speaking, he brought up several interesting points that I jotted down in my notebook. Reverend Avende focused on the Greek oracle, which was fascinating, and Shawneen Bear talked about finding omens in nature. The seminar was well worth the small entry fee, and wrapped up with a ritual led by the three presenters.
You might wonder why I needed to attend a divination seminar. After all, I co-designed the Martin Rune Deck and have had a book published (Wyrdworking: The Path of a Saxon Sorcerer) that covers runic divination. I’ve given workshops on using wyrdstones for divining. And although I’ve never taught others about Tarot, I’m certainly familiar with it. Obviously I didn’t “need” to attend the seminar. But in another sense, I did.
Pagan spirituality isn’t a linear marathon. There is no finish line, no point where you’ve arrived. You arrive as soon as you set foot upon your path, but there is always more to the journey. I learned something over the weekend from Reverend Dangler, and something more from Reverend Avende and something more again from Shawneen Bear. Now that I am home, I find myself contemplating the runes once again. I find myself examining even more; my spiritual focus, my mores, my life goals. The circle turns around again, as it has from the beginning.
March 23rd, 2015
This past weekend countless Neo-Pagans celebrated Ostara, and soon millions of Christians will be celebrating Easter. Both of these holidays took their name from a goddess of spring known as Ostara by the continental Germans and as Eostre or Eastre by the Anglo-Saxons. This is the time of year when we can expect to see images everywhere of eggs and baby chicks and bunnies.
It’s also the time of year when we can see all sorts of nonsense regarding the goddess Eostre. In Pagan circles it is not uncommon to hear that the name Easter is derived from the Babylonian goddess Ishtar. Never mind that there is absolutely nothing to substantiate this, both names begin with a vowel and in with “r”, so they must be the same, right?
Then there are the people, both Pagans and Christians, who are determined to deny our English heritage. These people point out that there is only one historical reference to the goddess Eostre, from Bede’s De Tempurum Ratione, and so, they say, it is improbable that Eostre was ever worshipped by the Anglo-Saxons. Never mind that there is only one historical reference (by Tacitus) to the goddess Nerthus, and only one or two references to many other northern Celtic and Teutonic deities. The Pagans of northern Europe did not write things down. But it is only Eostre’s divinity that ever comes into question. Instead, say the anti-Saxon contingent, Easter comes from a Greek word for dawn because the services are held at sunrise. Yeah, right. In every other European language people called the holiday Pascua, Pâques, Pasg or some variant thereof. Even in Greece – where people actually speak Greek – the holiday is known as Pascha – but we’re supposed to believe that the Anglo-Saxons decided instead to hunt around for a Greek word meaning “dawn”.
When we brush aside the fantasies and wishful thinking, two facts remain. The first is that Bede (who was a Christian and had no reason or motive to promote a Pagan goddess) recorded that the fourth month of the English year, Eostremonað, was named after the goddess Eostre. The second is that the Anglo-Saxons, after adopting the new religion, held this goddess so dear that they retained Her name for the most important feast day of the Christians’ liturgical year.
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