The Magical Battle for America 12.3.17

Now’s probably a good time to remind everyone to check/refresh the wards on your home or wherever you do this work.  Be sure that you’re rested, grounded, and in a comfortable position.  Maybe wrap up in a blanket or cloak or grasp a stone or talisman that matters to you.  Grow your roots, send them deep into the soil, let them intertwine and grow small hairs to attach to the mycelia in your own landbase.

Breathe.

Anchor yourself firmly to your landbase.  Notice a small detail that will call you back when this working is finished.

Ground and center.  Cast a circle.

Breathe.

As you move to our American plain on the astral plane, you can see again the safe hillock where you do your work.  You can see the five giant banners, shining in the sky:  Walden Pond, the Underground Railroad, the Cowboy, the Salmon, and Lady Liberty.  Do they seem more defined since we began our work?  Do they have anything special to tell you this week?

For a few moments, just sit on your hillock and allow yourself to become comfortable. This place should be feeling very real to you by now; we’ve been working together to create it for months and months.  What’s become familiar to you?  A tuft of prairie grass?  Buffalo off in the distance?  The scent of sand carried on the wind?  You’ve been involved in a months-long magical working here, joined with magic workers from across the globe.  Feel your connection to this place on the astral plane.  It is always here for you, always a source of strength.

As you look across the plain — as you look at Lady Liberty in the North, Walden Pond in the NorthEast, the Underground Railroad in the SouthEast, the Cowboy in the SouthWest, and the Salmon in the NorthWest — you notice small cemeteries dotting the American landscape.  Some are burial grounds of the First Peoples, marked only by a silent sense of solemnity.  Some are family plots in New England and outside large Southern plantations.  One of them may be Arlington Cemetery where your war dead, including Pagans, are buried.  Some are weed-covered African American cemeteries in Richmond and some are ornate crypts in New Orleans.  Some are small affairs outside adobe chapels in the desert and some are already covered with crusty snow in Alaska.

Just now, a few weeks before the Winter Solstice, dark begins to descend early, often around 3:30 or 4:00 in the afternoon.  Each American cemetery invites visitors in at this time of year, to walk, to sit in the gloaming and think, to paint or draw, to cry.  Look out at these cemeteries and see which one calls to you.  Is it one where your American ancestors are buried?  Is it one where heritage roses grow, undisturbed for hundreds of years? Is it one located in your watershed, your landbase, your bit of Earth?  Is it one where you’ve already spent some time meditating or is it one you’ve only visited in your imagination?  Who is buried there?

Spend some time just walking through a cemetery, either one you know in the “mundane” world or one in your imagination.  Find an ancestor, either one from your family or one that you claim (I go to the NAACP headquarters in Baltimore and pour a small libation — gin, or course — for Dorothy Parker) and allow yourself to wander around the cemetery.  Find the exact spot where YOUR ancestor’s ashes, bones, memory rests in the Winter Earth and call to them.  Tell them how difficult things are, just now, in America.  Ask them to help us to stand up for American values.  Can you describe for them the offering that you will make in return for their aid?  What advice do they give you for yourself, for the Resistance, for 2018?  We’re heading into Mercury Retrograde; what advice to your beloved dead have for you about using that energy to defeat fascists?

Bend down and scrape some soil from the ground, put it in the cup of your hand, pull down the energy of the Full Moon into it, and bring its energy back with you.

Thank you for doing this brave magical work.  Remember that the power of America’s cemeteries is always available to help you every time that you need to do magic for America.

Take a minute to catch your breath.  As you sit and rest, know that you are not working alone.  The Resistance — both magical and in all of its mundane (phone banking, check writing, representative calling, letter writing, canvassing, voting, volunteering, tutoring, restoring wetlands, growing plants for bees) manifestations — is huge.  Know that you are a powerful worker of magic, rooted in your very own landbase, working with the strong archetypes of this land, assisted by countless unseen others who labor in league with you.  You are brave and growing braver.  Your magic and your practical workings can make the difference.

Breathe.

Return to your own body, your own landbase.  Open your eyes.  Rub your face, move your arms and legs.  Notice the detail you selected to call you back from the astral.  Open your circle.  Drink something, maybe strong coffee or a small glass of eggnog with cinnamon and nutmeg.  If you like, have something to eat, maybe some buttery grits or a juicy orange.  Look around.  Where will you sprinkle the grave dust that you brought back from the astral plane?  On your altar? Across your Yule decorations?  On the postcards you’re writing to voters in Alabama or beneath the phone you use to call your Senators about this abomination of a tax bill?  Under your bed?  In your garden of winter greens?  Across the entrance to the Supreme Court?  Your ancestors will tell you where to walk in the deepening twilight.

During the course of this week, you may want to visit the bannered prairie several times in order to strengthen its presence on the astral.  You may want to repeat this working.  You may want to place something on your altar to help you to remember America’s power-filled cemeteries.  You may want to journal about your experience.  Are you inspired to make any art?  Can you sit beside a warm fire, or light incense, or stare into a candle?   What actions are you inspired to take for the Resistance?  If you’re willing, please share in comments what happened and how this working went.

 

 

 

 

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2 responses to “The Magical Battle for America 12.3.17

  1. My father’s people participated in the Underground Railroad.When I go to where they lived and see the stars-and-bars being flown all over the place, I can feel the dark fury in the cemeteries. The living descendants do not remember or respect the brave deeds of the dead. Ignorance is … no other word … deplorable.

  2. Here on Cemetery Hill – we remember!
    Ah! Dorothy Parker!
    -“If you want to know what God thinks of money – just look at the people he gave it to”
    -“The first thing I do in the morning is brush my teeth and sharpen my tongue”
    -“I like to have a martini; Two at the Most; After three I’m under the table; After four I’m under the host!”

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