The Magical Battle for America 5.13.18

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 with, 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 sit in power, cast your eyes to the North.  There, the banner of Lady Liberty shines brightly in the sky.  As you watch, She grows and grows, taking up the entire sky.  The banner becomes three-dimensional, and you can see the giant statue, hear the sea-gulls that whirl around Her, smell the river, sense the magic.  You stand up and travel across the astral to stand before Lady Liberty.  She recognizes you from your months of work and gazes down on you with love.

There is a mighty sonnet, cast in bronze, that was mounted inside the pedestal upon which Lady Liberty stands.  It says:

The New Colossus

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

Unless you are a Native American or the descendent of Africans who came here enslaved, you, as I am, are the child of immigrants.

What do you know of your ancestors’ trip to America?

Mine came from Sweden at a time when the population outstripped the available farmland.  Often younger sons and daughters without dowries, they worked as housemaids and waiters, milkmen who rode horse-drawn carriages, and in fabric mills and factories.  They came with almost no education, but they were determined that their children, and then their children, and then theirs, would get as much education as possible.  They worked hard, really hard.  They contributed to their American communities, playing the organ at church,  baking cookies for school fund-raisers, sharing the bounty of their back-yard vegetable gardens with their neighbors, going off to war when called.  They came without much English, but learned that second language as well as they could.  My great-grandfather spoke a mixture of English and Swedish, sayin “tack så mycket,” for “thank you very much,” and calling my mother a little “svenska flicka.”  Americans have a long prided ourselves on being a “melting pot,” a place where the Memorial Day picnic in the park is likely to include iced tea (British, by way of the American South), hot dogs (German), lasagna (Italian), bahn mi (Vietnamese), corned beef (Irish immigrant),  and tres leches cake (Mexican).

But the evil administration currently in power hates immigrants.  And, this week, the week when most Americans are celebrating motherhood, these Nazis announced that, for no reason other than performative cruelty, they will rip children from the arms of immigrant mothers and separate them for as long as they like.  Trump picked this week to yell for half an hour at a staffer who hadn’t sufficiently “closed” the borders to satisfy his lust for evil.

As you stand before the “mighty woman with a torch,” the “Mother of Exiles,” you see her squint her eyes.  You see how a mother can be anything but gentle when her children are threatened.  You watch her point her “torch whose flame is the imprisoned lightening,” towards the members of this Nazi coup who enjoy hearing the wailing of immigrant children, who savor the tears of parents ripped from their children.  Her torch flares, blazes bright, and cleanses this evil from our shores.    You, too, find yourself with a torch in your hand.  Use it to make things “too hot to handle” for these fascists.  Use it to cast a light upon their sadism that no child of immigrants can fail to see and to hate.  Use it to cast a comforting light in the darkness for frightened children and terrified mothers.  Watch as your light, joined with Lady Liberty’s light, again welcomes those who would come here to find a new life.

What are you moved to offer to Lady Liberty and her country of immigrants?  Can you volunteer to teach English at the local library?  Will you write to your Senators and Congressperson, asking them to reject the Nazis’ hatred and brutal policies?  What can you do to learn about, and record for your descendants, the journey that your own immigrant ancestors, “tempest-tossed,” took to become Americans?  Are you registered to vote? Are the other members of your family?

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 Mother of Exiles 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 sweet tea or good ale.  If you like, have something to eat, maybe crepes or salmon dressed with dill.

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 Lady Liberty and your own ancestors.  Can you 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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“Just Win, Baby!”

Nancy Pelosi At San Francisco Pride 2017

AKA, reason #105,467 why Nancy Pelosi rocks.

In case you haven’t been paying attention, some Democrats are running, well, if not exactly AGAINST Nancy, then certainly stressing their independence from her, potentially jeopardizing her ability to be re-elected Speaker of the House should the Democrats take back the House in November (so mote it be). The Washington Post recently interviewed her and asked her how she felt about that. Does it bother her, or upset her?

Nope.

“Just win, baby!”

She cares more about the success of the party than she cares about herself. She cares more about the fate of our country than she cares about herself. Can you say that about a SINGLE Republican right now? (Hell, there are plenty of Democrats who don’t meet that standard, many of them penis-Americans.)

We have six months to go. EMILY’s List reminded me this week that, right now, if it’s Tuesday, there’s probably a primary election happening somewhere (in the midst of an email where they pointed out that ALL 20 of their endorsed candidates won their May 8th primaries. Go, ladies!).

Ignore the latest scandals from so-called (for now) President Trump and his clown car of corrupt morons. Stop talking about impeachment (at least for now). Ignore The Intercept. Ignore Glenn Greenwald. STOP ENDLESSLY RE-LITIGATING HILLARY VERSUS BERNIE. That horse has been gone so long, the barn collapsed from age. Don’t get drawn into online arguments with the RoseBros. Block ’em if you have to. Wastes your time and annoys the pig.

Now is the time for focus.

Now is the time to vote in the primaries. Pay attention. Show up. Primaries are often swung on very few votes. We have a wealth of Democratic candidates to choose from this spring – in some places, an embarrassment of riches. (California, I’m looking at you, and so help me, if your ridiculous “top two regardless of party” system results in all the Dems knocking each other out and leaving only Republicans on the general election ballot, I just might get on a plane, fly out there, and personally kick every single one of your assess.) PRIMARIES are when you get to argue over various levels of lefty bona fides. GENERALS are when you vote the goddamn Democratic party ticket, unless you, too, want one of the aforementioned ass-kickings. Don’t try me.

Now is the time to register voters, particularly if you have young relatives or friends who are not currently 18 but will be by November.

Now is the time to fundraise for Swing Left like it’s going out of style, because early money has an exponentially higher impact. The cool thing about Swing Left is that they’re staying out of the primaries, letting the voters choose which Democrat is right for them (because the right Democrat for PA-18 and the right Democrat for CA-12 are not going to be carbon copies of each other). The money raised now is being held in trust for the eventual Democratic candidate in 78 districts (of which we only need to swing 23). And that list of districts in play is growing by the day.

Once we’re through primary season, there will be even more work to do. Doors to knock on. Phones to call. Postcards to write. Individual candidates to fundraise for. GOTV efforts. Magic to work.

Now is the time for courage.

Six months, y’all. Stay sharp. Work hard. Reserve your precious time, energy, and attention for that which truly matters, that which will make a difference.

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Dolores Ashcroft-Nowicki on Nazis and the Occult

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I’m slowly transcribing more and more of my conversation with Dolores Ashcroft-Nowicki  concerning Dion Fortune’s  Magical Battle of Britain.  The portion below picks up where I left off on May 3, 2018. (By the way, Diotima is listing these conversations, along with the weekly workings, over at her blog.)

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Me:  Let me ask you this.  Some of us are coming to feel that [Trump] and, perhaps, he and some of the people around him, this Bannon creature and some of the others, are not acting entirely on their own.  That there may be something. . . .

DAN:  Yeah, I get what you mean.  There’s something behind this.  That he’s being manipulated.

Me:  I’m one of the most practical, down-to-Earth, least superstitious Witches in America, but it feels to me like there’s some possession perhaps going on, that something evil is acting.  I think some of these people are normal political hacks, but some of them I’m beginning to be more concerned about.

DAN:  You know, when people talk about possession they always seem to say,
“Oh, I’m being possessed by . . .”  But, you know, the human spirit is totally unique, each one. And the only thing you can be possessed by is what is inside you.  And people who are possessed are being possessed by the unbalanced force in themselves, already there.  There are people who can take advantage of that, but they’re not the possessors.  All possession starts within.  It’s when you say to evil, and the Bible says this, “Be thou my good ,” that is when you open up [to possession].

I think he is totally immersed in himself.  He is here in this position because he’d done everything else.  He was a multi-billionaire, he’s got more wives than you can shake a stick at.  Yeah, the man is a little boy with too many toys.  And a little boy with too many toys can be dangerous.  He doesn’t want a toy boy and arrow; he wants a real bow and arrow.  Regardless of the fact that he might just kill somebody with it, you know.  If the worst really came to the worst, and all this erupted into a kind of all-out war, he’d be the first in his shelter, cowering.  “It isn’t my fault.  It wasn’t my fault.” That goes without saying.

The thing is people say, “What can I do?  I’m only a little group; I’m only one.”

It only takes one.  One can be a whole group.

Solitary people don’t need to be in a group.  They don’t need to be part of an order or anything like this.  Because, remember, going back to the necklace, on a really good pearl necklace, each pearl is knotted separately.  And the knots are very, very strong.  So, the solitary people are the knots.  The groups are the pearls.  But the cord that runs together is what holds everything together.

It doesn’t matter how small a group is, or, as I say, only just one, so long as what is done is done for a specific purpose and everybody has that purpose in mind.  No kind of, “Oh, we’ll add this and we’ll add that.” No, because as soon as you do that, you split your power and this was one of the things Dion Fortune was particular about. It had to be one-pointed. “You cannot come.”  Not, “you can’t come this particular way; you can’t invade from the sea, “ you know.  “You can’t come.”  Period.  However.

And, also, you have to think about what would replace it if you get there.

Me:  Good point.  And, of course, his replacement is no gem, either.  My feeling is — and some of the other people that I work with feel — that Pence is more “controllable.”  Pence is not as likely to start go start an atomic war because it’s a toy that he has that he has that he wants to play with, you know, as you were just saying, the little boy with the arrows.  Well these are atomic arrows that this guy wants to play with.  But clearly the work of what’s now being called the Resistance — to elect Democrats, to change our electoral system, to try to reform our media – I mean it’s such a multi-faceted . . . .

DAN:  From what I have heard of this man who might possibly take over from him, you’re exchanging one evil for another.  What you want to do is not just get rid of that group; you want to provide something to take its place.

Now, rightly or wrongly, and I know nothing about your politics, but it seemed to me that Hillary at least knew what it meant to be in control.

Had I been able to vote, she’s the one that I would have voted for.  Not merely because she was a woman, but because, you know, she’d been brought up in this.

Me:  Absolutely.  And she’s obviously very, very intelligent, you know, understands what’s going on, had seen it at the level of Secretary of State, and a Senator and . . . .   So, I was a huge Hillary supporter and will always be unhappy that she wasn’t [elected.[  But it was not only that I thought that she’s so good, but that he’s so bad, and I just couldn’t believe people voted the way they voted.

DAN:  And it was so close.

Me:  Oh, it was very close.  Close enough that in some . . . .

DAN:  Yeah.  I’m with you there.

Me:  You will never completely convince me that there wasn’t some chicanery going on there.  Just close enough in in just the right states . . . .

DAN:  Mmmhmm I’m with you every step of the way there.

Me:  One of the other things that has been sort of like a myth in America for years is the idea that the Nazi forces, Hitler’s forces, were using occult means, as well.

DAN:  Yeah, they did.

Me:  You think they did?  Could you talk a little bit bout that for me?  And I’ll tell you why it matters now is these people call themselves Nazis; they are literally taking their pages out of Hitler’s book.  And so we’re wondering how many pages might be taken.  So anything you could say about that would be very helpful.

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.

/To Be Continued

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Words for Wednesday

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Haymaking
~ Edward Thomas
After night’s thunder far away had rolled
The fiery day had a kernel sweet of cold,
And in the perfect blue the clouds uncurled,
Like the first gods before they made the world
And misery, swimming the stormless sea
In beauty and in divine gaiety.
The smooth white empty road was lightly strewn
With leaves—the holly’s Autumn falls in June—
And fir cones standing stiff up in the heat.
The mill-foot water tumbled white and lit
With tossing crystals, happier than any crowd
Of children pouring out of school aloud.
And in the little thickets where a sleeper
For ever might lie lost, the nettle-creeper
And garden warbler sang unceasingly;
While over them shrill shrieked in his fierce glee
The swift with wings and tail as sharp and narrow
As if the bow had flown off with the arrow.
Only the scent of woodbine and hay new-mown
Travelled the road. In the field sloping down,
Park-like, to where its willows showed the brook,
Haymakers rested. The tosser lay forsook
Out in the sun; and the long waggon stood
Without its team, it seemed it never would
Move from the shadow of that single yew.
The team, as still, until their task was due,
Beside the labourers enjoyed the shade
That three squat oaks mid-field together made
Upon a circle of grass and weed uncut,
And on the hollow, once a chalk-pit, but
Now brimmed with nut and elder-flower so clean.
The men leaned on their rakes, about to begin,
But still. And all were silent. All was old,
This morning time, with a great age untold,
Older than Clare and Cobbett, Morland and Crome,
Than, at the field’s far edge, the farmer’s home,
A white house crouched at the foot of a great tree.
Under the heavens that know not what years be
The men, the beasts, the trees, the implements
Uttered even what they will in times far hence—
All of us gone out of the reach of change—
Immortal in a picture of an old grange.
Picture found here.

Men, Do Better

If there’s one thing women have learned since the 2016 election (and, to be honest, we should have learned it in 2000), it’s that even most liberal men aren’t on our side and can’t be trusted as allies.  The notion that women’s bodies (and their emotional work, and housework, and other services) are commodities isn’t really a new idea.  The incel idiots are simply articulating what Patriarchy has always held:  women aren’t human and should not have control over even their own bodies.  After all, once you decide that women can be forced to bear children they don’t want, forcing women to have sex that they don’t want isn’t a very big step.

All of which is a wind-up to say I don’t know what to make of the charges against (now, former) NY Attorney General Eric Schneiderman.  Schneiderman, one of Trump’s major opponents, and a proponent of the #metoo movement, has now been accused of assaulting multiple women.   He resigned almost immediately, although he contests the charges.  He has been replaced by  NY’s Solicitor General, Barbara Underwood:

who has been the solicitor general since 2007, was a law clerk for Supreme Court Justice Thurgood Marshall and has argued 20 cases before the Supreme Court. She will be the acting New York attorney general.

She sounds great, but I don’t know whether she’ll be the same sort of voice against Trump that Schneiderman has been.  The Republican cackling (see, e.g., KellyAnne Conway, Eric Trump, etc.) suggests not.  I am glad to see a woman in the job.  I’d like to propose that whenever a man is forced to step down due to mistreating women, he should be replaced with a woman.  We’re a long way from equality in top positions and replacing abusers with women is a step in the right direction.

Is this a case of Republican ratfucking?  Was Schneiderman a creep in his younger years who has since seen the light?  Both?  I don’t know.

I do know that when Democrats get caught (see, e.g., Eliot Spitzer, Al Franken, John Conyers, etc.) mistreating women, they are forced to step down — as they should be — while Republicans (see, e.g., Donald Trump, Eric Greitens, David Vitter, ,etc.) stay in office.  I believe that the answer is to keep demanding that all men who mistreat women be forced to step down, but that makes it even more painful when men who were ostensibly on our side turn out to be abusers.

Men, do better.

 

Monday at the Movies

The Magical Battle for America 4.6.18

Remember when Nazis were a joke?  Ridiculous, stuck-up fools that we all laughed at?  Yeah, let’s get back to that.  There’s a wonderful American tradition of mocking Nazis.  For today’s working, please tap into that.