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Monday at the Movies

If you’re looking for escapism here at Midsummer, it’s difficult to beat A Midsummer Night’s Dream.  There are lots of good versions, but I’ve always been partial to the one with young Judi Dench.

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The Magical Battle for America 6.24.18

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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 and 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 America, you see state fairs and carnivals setting up all across the country.  Just outside of small towns, near the beaches and lakes, on school parking lots in big cities, Summer is carnival time.  You can see ferris wheels, merry-go-rounds, and other carnival rides.  You can see  big tents where people are judging livestock, vegetables, baked goods, flowers, quilts, and canned goods.  In other tents, children sit on their parents’ laps and watch clowns, jugglers, and acrobats.  Across the way, the local high school band plays a familiar tune.  Families wander the grounds, stopping for ice cream cones and cotton candy.  The heady aroma of roasting peanuts mingles with the scent of funnel cakes, covered in powdered sugar.  Parents put their children on the merry-go-round and then stand and wave each time their child goes by.  Dads throw darts at targets to win stuffed animals for their little ones and mothers carefully tie helium balloons to their children’s wrists.

As you watch the happy scene, you see one child standing alone, frightened, and beginning to cry.  On the other side of a large tent, you see a mother searching for her child.  She calls the child, but the child’s crying and the music from a nearby carnival ride covers the sound of her voice.  You can see the child becoming more and more upset and the mother running frantically around, searching for her child.

Now, you see carnies dressed as Buffalo Bill and Annie Oakley come out of the tent.  They see the crying child and Buffalo Bill bends down to offer comfort and a hand.  Annie Oakley says, “Stay there,” and goes off in search of the child’s parent.  Within just a few moments, she locates the terrified mother and brings her to her child.  Mother and child hug and the carnies walk off, heading for the hot dog stand.  Similar scenes occur every day in America; when we see a lost child, we comfort the child and locate the parents.  We send out Amber alerts.  We put pictures of missing children on milk cartons.  We do everything we can to reunite families.  It’s a basic American value.

As you smile, you can see the Cowboy banner growing larger and larger in the Southwestern sky.  The banner fills the entire sky and becomes three-dimensional.  Cowboys and cowgirls come pouring out of the banner and across the entire country.  They reach out and help frightened children find their parents.  They help frantic parents find their children.  They lasso those who would keep parents and children separate.  “We’ll deal with you later,” the sheriff tells them.

Can you send energy to those who are trying to reunite parents and children?  Maybe you can chant or dance.  Maybe you can drum.  Maybe you can visualize energy pouring through the Cowboy icons into the people doing the important work of reuniting families.  When you feel that your work is done, see the cowboys and cowgirls returning to their banner.

Breathe.

As you sit on your hillock 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. The Cowboy icon is always available to you when you want to do magic to strengthen America.

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 lemonade or iced tea. If you like, have something to eat, maybe an ice cream cone or some peanuts.

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 a picture or some other symbol of family reunification on your altar.  What other actions are you inspired to take for the resistance? If you’re willing, please share in comments what happened and how this working went.

Picture found here.

The Overton Window

 

 

 

It’s Not Over, and It’s Not Fixed

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So-called (for now) President Trump finally did what he, and only he – only he the whole time, the only one who was responsible and the only one who could stop it, despite his lies – could do: end the policy of separating children, even toddlers, even INFANTS, from their undocumented parents at the border.

You know, parents who were following OUR LAWS for requesting asylum, crossing an international border (required), turning themselves in at the border (required), and requesting asylum. You know – OUR OFFICIAL PROCESS. Even for those not requesting asylum, they were only committing a MISDEMEANOR by crossing a border without proper documentation. You know, like public drunkenness or disorderly conduct or vandalism or, in a lot of places, simple possession of weed. The kind of stuff that often earns you nothing more than a warning and sometimes results in a fine and maybe some community service (unless you’re black, but that’s a post for another time).

Anyway, Fuckface Von Clownstick finally stopped separating those babies from their parents.

“WHEW!” you might think. “All that calling of Congress and shouting on social media and Rachel Maddow’s brave and genuine breaking down in tears on MSNBC the other night worked! Celebratory beers for everyone!”

Not so fast.

At least 2300 children have already been separated from their parents. They are…where? No one in the Trump administration seems to know. Their parents are…where? No one in the Trump administration seems to know. They’ll be able to ask babies and toddlers to identify their parents…how? No one in the Trump administration seems to care, or to have thought about that. They’ll be reunited…well, no one in the Trump administration seems to know…or care.

THIS SHIT AIN’T OVER YET.

That’s why the THOUSANDS of marches organized by Move On for June 30 are still on. Quoting their website:

The executive order that Donald Trump signed [June 20] is not a solution to the crisis created by his administration; it keeps kids imprisoned indefinitely, and doesn’t reunite thousands of separated families. But it does show the administration is reacting to public pressure, so we will continue to increase our pressure for justice at hundreds of events on Saturday, June 30, to say that families belong together—and free. [emphasis added]

There are events all over the country – and the world. You know what to do: find your local march, then bust out your markers and poster board, your walking shoes, and your sun hat, and write your attorney’s number in sharpie somewhere on your body. It’s time to hit the streets.

Image from the Move On organizing site.

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Litha Among the Fields of Gold

Dolores Ashcroft-Nowicki on the Magical Battles for Britain and America

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I’ve been remiss in transcribing the rest of my discussion with Dolores Ashcroft-Nowicki  concerning Dion Fortune’s  Magical Battle of Britain  and how we can apply and adapt that work to our work here in America.  (See links to earlier transcripts here .)

I hope that, on this day of the Summer Solstice, the following portion of our discussion will prove helpful to you.

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DAN:  Well it’s very common knowledge that Hitler was up to his neck in the occult.  He even went so far, as I believe it was maybe one of his astrologers or one of the people, was actually Jewish , and [Hitler] protected him because of his ability.  He certainly had an inner group in one of the castles that he had.  The basement was made into a temple and human sacrifice was used.  That is kind of well-known amongst occult circles.

A lot of people, however, for them, the idea of total control that Hitler sort of was into, this appeals to a lot of Americans.  Unfortunately.  I do apologize for saying that.  Even down to this petty little thing about, oh, you mustn‘t take [away] the right to bear arms.  That just makes me gobsmacked.  It really does.  You’re going to put an AK-rifle in the hands of a seventeen-year old?  Pardon me, you know.  It seems to be bred into some Americans that you’ve got to be top dog and everybody else has got to do what you say.  It’s a kind of mindset among some of your people.  The whole Puritanical idea of peace and goodwill to everybody — provided you believe in god — that’s kind of gone by the board.  You’ve become so multi-ethnic that there is no one belief system to hold you all together.  That is part of it; it’s only a small part of it, but it is part of it .  A whole is always made up of its many parts.  In England, at least you’ve got something like “the Church of England” and that covers a multitude of sins.

There is a legend, two legends in fact, one of Arthur saying, “When England needs me I will be back.”  And there’s another one of Francis Drake saying, “If you need me, beat my drum and I will be there.”  And I think that when England was attacked, Arthur did not appear on Glastonbury Tor holding Excalibur.  What happened [was] his essence woke up in every single person and it was a question of “Do what you like, you’re not going to set foot on British soil.” Churchill, when he said “We will fight you, we will fight you on the streets, [and so on],” that was what went through.  Now, in the same way —  a lot of people don’t actually realize this, or, if they do, they don’t believe it — Drake’s Drum was brought back to Buckworth Abbey, and it was brought up to [Liverpool?], and it was beaten.  In World War II it was brought up from where it was and it was beaten.  That was in August 1940, when the Battle of Britain began.

Me:  It’s interesting that you bring up Arthur and Drake’s Drum, because one of the things that became clear to me very early, and you certainly see it when you read the Dion Fortune letters, is that England had these sort of, I don’t want to call them archetypes because they’re more than that, but things like Arthur and Glastonbury Tor and a history of those things.

DAN:  Think of icons.

Me:  Icons is a great word.  They had been used; they had been used politically for magic purposes.  And everyone in England kind of got that instantly.  As soon as [Dion Fortune] said “King Arthur,” or “Glastonbury Tor,” or the “winds that blew the Armada away,” people got it. And I realized that, here in America, we’re so young that we don’t really have quite the same kind of things.  Now, of course, we love Arthur here, too, and we’re an English-speaking people, and so you can certainly do that.  But one of the things I’ve been trying to do in the weekly blog posts is build up images for Americans that they can use.   . . .  Looking at us from the outside can you see symbols or images that you think we could use in that way?

DAN:  Funnily, enough, yes, I can, but I don’t know whether they would be accepted.

Me:  Tell me what they are.

DAN:  The First Nation chiefs.  Because you are being attacked from within.  OK?  So were they.

They know, and their legends and their speeches speak of, “This is our land; why are you here? Why are you doing this to us?  We will feed you.  We will show you how to hunt. Let’s live together.”  It wasn’t good enough.  “No, no, it’s got to be all white.”  Trump is saying, “This is what I want.  I want power and I want the right to say we will go to war, or we will use this kind of weapon, and you can’t deny me this.”  Other people are saying, “Yes, but we can do this a different way.”  “No, I’m the president; I’m going to decide.”

You need the great sayings of some of the First Nation chiefs.  They, like Arthur, were of the land.  They are the ones that revered the land.  And when all is said and done, my love, the land is the people, as well.  People just live on it.  The land needs to be protected.  She is the Mother.  She feeds.  She gives of herself continuously.  Stone for us to build houses.  Earth so we can grow wheat.  Animals that we can either nurture or we can kill for food.  She gives, and she gives, and she gives.  She has no protection against her children; they do what they will with her.  The First Nation people understood the importance of that.

I have Navaho friends, one of them I know in particular, he gets up every morning at sunrise.  He goes out, he takes up a handful of earth, and says, “Good morning, my Mother.”  He looks up at the sky and he says, “Good morning, my Father.”  He acknowledges these areas within himself and that nurture him. And it’s no good, how do I want to put this?  America is more than politics.  It’s more than Trump. It’s more than Hillary Clinton.  It’s more than the people who live in it. America is the land, the spirit of the land, and that’s what you need to rise up; that’s what you need to awaken is the spirit of the land.  No matter what land or what state.

If you need to find a point, a geographical point, although it is misnamed, you might try Devil’s [Tower]* in Wyoming.  . . .  You need something kind of in the kind of the center.   There’s an area called Four Corners that seems to be almost a kind of middle point. I don’t know if there’s anything sacred there.  It seems to me that there might be, and if not, all it would need would be for somebody to park a bloody great big stone there and say, “This is the point, this is where we converge.”  Or you could take Mt. Rushmore.  You see, some people say, “What about the Statute of Liberty?”  But you see, the Statue of Liberty [isn’t central].

Me:  That’s really helpful.  And it’s fascinating that you brought up the First Peoples because a group of shamans got in touch with me after one of the Sunday workings and said, “We have heard from the spirits of the First People and they want to be included in this work.”  And I had been a little worried about cultural appropriation.  Sometimes the First Peoples are like, “We don’t want to get involved in your mess.”  And the shamans said, “That’s not the case [here].”  And now your saying it to me feels like I’m hearing it confirmed, so that’s really interesting and helpful to me.

DAN:  Some of their sayings and some of the speeches the chiefs have made in the past are battle cries that you could use.  Despite the fact that they’ve been trodden down, I hold a hope in my heart, even though I’m not American, I dream of having a First Nation president one day.

Me:  Wouldn’t that be wonderful?

DAN:  It would be.  It would redress a lot of wrongs.

Me:  Sort of I think the same way that having Barack Obama as a president began to redress some wrongs.  Sort of the way that I think that having a woman . . .

[Laughter and crosstalk].

DAN:  First Nations woman president.

Me:   I would like that.

/To be continued.

* Thanks to Chas Clifton for the correct information.

Picture found here.

Words for Wednesday

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Jet
~ Tony Hoagland
Sometimes I wish I were still out
on the back porch, drinking jet fuel
with the boys, getting louder and louder
as the empty cans drop out of our paws
like booster rockets falling back to Earth
and we soar up into the summer stars.
Summer. The big sky river rushes overhead,
bearing asteroids and mist, blind fish
and old space suits with skeletons inside.
On Earth, men celebrate their hairiness,
and it is good, a way of letting life
out of the box, uncapping the bottle
to let the effervescence gush
through the narrow, usually constricted neck.
And now the crickets plug in their appliances
in unison, and then the fireflies flash
dots and dashes in the grass, like punctuation
for the labyrinthine, untrue tales of sex
someone is telling in the dark, though
no one really hears. We gaze into the night
as if remembering the bright unbroken planet
we once came from,
to which we will never
be permitted to return.
We are amazed how hurt we are.
We would give anything for what we have.
Picture found here.