I think we agree about Starhawk, she’s more real to me than Chthulhu or Lovecraft. I’ve read The Spiral Dance , Dreaming the Dark, The Fifth Sacred Thing and other of her works, have attended the Spiral Dance Samhain ritual event which she and the Reclaiming collective put on in SF and now other cities, and subscribe to her announcement list. She’s a good strong spiritual activist from way back, speaking out, speaking truth to power from the intersection of spirituality and activism.
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]]>That cult would never die till the stars came right again, and the secret priests would take great Cthulhu from His tomb to revive His subjects and resume His rule of earth. The time would be easy to know, for then mankind would have become as the Great Old Ones; free and wild and beyond good and evil, with laws and morals thrown aside and all men shouting and killing and revelling in joy. Then the liberated Old Ones would teach them new ways to shout and kill and revel and enjoy themselves, and all the earth would flame with a holocaust of ecstasy and freedom.
Okay, it’s a somewhat Sadean liberation, but still — for Lovecraft the horror that Cthullhu represents is clearly not the fear of being eaten by a big ol’ flying squid but the fear of people being liberated from their inhibitions. Cthulhu is other people.
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You’d be surprised…
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Marja introduced me to Eben Brooks months ago.
Don’t make me go
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I know you are but what am I?
]]>Humour helps too. Soviet- wanna make fun of my Big Mom? Let’s start here.
. . . and end here.
Did I mention how I am SO much better at the internet than you are?
I’ve decided at this juncture to make a point of pissing off as many gods as I possibly can to make sure I’m totally screwed out of any chance at salvation. That, and maybe some will take notice and come after me, which will give me a chance to kick their asses.
I’m already well outside the Hebrew god’s graces. Satan has no reliability and can’t even take out a two-bit posertarian like Bob Barr, who no longer has the benefit of the government’s Masonic counter-sorcerers to protect him.
Ishtar, stop taking your self-esteem issues out on the men you fuck.
And what’s that you say, “Dread Lord” Cthulhu? Eat me, will you? I’m sorry, I can’t hear you over the sound of how much you suck. Just try it, dipshit squid motherfucker. I’ll send your ass packing back to that sunken city where you can go back to sulking like the emo kid you are.
Oh, and as for Thor, why is he always depicted holding a fucking hammer? He’s a god, for fuck’s sake. What does the god of lightning need a weapon for anyway? Can’t he just shoot electricity from his fingertips like Emperor Palpatine? And if not, why doesn’t he ditch that obsolete piece of shit and get his hands on an AK-47 like any sensible warrior would?
Whatever. Asatruar are all Nazis anyway.
]]>“May I suggest that you do some research into the world’s several dozen (at least) erotic goddesses and see if any have a kind and gentle nature which appeals to you? I’ll merely say that my experience with trying to perceive the object of my own spiritual practice, or we might say my own attempt to comprehend the erotic aspect of the human condition, has shown me something which is more than incidentally violent.
“Perhaps I am merely seeing a reflexion of myself, and ultimately names don’t matter in Paganism except as narrative reference points, but my sense is that Ishtar’s a bitch. More like The Bitch. Which doesn’t change that the mythology surrounding that name and its equivalents touch something as deeply essential within myself that as I can justify by philosophy. I can’t stop worshipping, and I don’t want to. Poetry does that, and I refuse to tell it to let go of me.”
Aster, these words beautifully express where I’m at with her. “…reflexion of myself…” If I’m looking for self-knowledge, I’ll recognise the reflection of until-now-unconscious aspects of my own true self in the qualities I feel attracted to in a goddess or a friend. This is an example of spiritual practice consciously utilised to cultivate authentic self-knowledge.
Did I tell you about the time when I performed one of seven gatekeepers in a ritual re-enactment of Innana’s descent to the Underworld, at the San Francisco UU Church?
If I were asked my current daily spiritual practices, I might answer, reading RadGeek and listening to Democracy Now.
Victoria
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