Out Demons! Out!

I was reading the excellent blog by Taylor Ellwood which carries a great article ‘Why I’m out of the Broom Closet. Like Taylor I’m someone who is fairly ‘out’ (at least in terms of my involvement in occultism 🙂 ) to both family, friends and work colleagues and I’m really pleased I’m able to do this. There have been slightly nerve wracking moments in my past, such as when the boss says ‘I put your name into Google…’ but luckily I’ve never been subject to any direct prejudice for being a Pagan, dabbling with the dark forces, or even my views on the use of drugs. Obviously others are not so lucky. People can and do lose their jobs over being occultists, though it’s now many years since the famed Gerald Suster vs The News of The World case. In Britain our employment and other laws should, in theory, preclude prejudice in the workplace but for those of us who choose to stick our necks out there’s always some risk. Sure we can talk about ‘keeping silence’ as being one of the powers of the magician but I reckon that this injunction is probably more about the importance of not-acting and mindfulness in ones practice than it is about not letting on about your spiritual path.

There are obvious dangers to going public, but I feel that it’s important for those who are able to, to take these risks. Changes in legislation concerning male homosexuality, for instance, would never have come about were it not for those brave souls who admitted to ‘the love that dare not speak its name’. So even in situations where dominant culture and the law says one thing (eg ‘drugs are bad’ or ‘women cannot vote’) it’s important to stand-up and be counted, to put other opinions forward and make our demands. Part of the Great Work of magick is the transformation of the universe around us. This can be imagined in lots of different ways; the re-enchantment of the world, conjuring for the sustainable integration of technology and biology, the immanentization of the eschaton or whatever. But for a social species like us humans it must also mean the transformation of public opinion. Coming out is one tactic in this social transformation and I salute those people who are ready, able and willing to embrace that process.

I sometimes think that for occultists our obsession with secrecy (hey it’s ‘the occult’ after all) does us a disservice. Making us feel weirder than we actually are. As an example many years ago I approached the priest of the local Unitarian Church in Brighton where I was living at the time, to see if it would be possible to use their space for our chaos magick group to meet. I explained to the priest that we were ‘an ecumenical group of friends exploring spirituality together’ which I figured would make sense to her, and was of course, quite true. However even allowing for the liberal stance of the Unitarians in that most liberal of British cities I was taken aback later in our discussion. Showing me the room that she proposed we hire she enquired, ‘will you be drawing and circles or sigils on the floor?’ I made some non-committal noises but she rapidly followed it up by saying ‘…it’s just that there is a mop, bucket and broom in the cupboard in case you need to clean up afterwards’. The fact that we were chaos magicians was, at least for this priest, no big deal. And
for me the fact that the priest was a woman was something I hardly noticed as unusual (except as a Wiccan I think priestess sounds better). That incident was almost 20 years ago and increasingly I’ve seen chaos magick, shamanic and other groups being able to be much more open about who they are when booking venues. And of course the Pagan community as a whole has made great strides in terms of social recognition and integration.

sigils on the floor

sigils on the floor

How else do we change public opinion? Well in the words of Bill & Ted we can ‘be excellent to each other’. Each time we used the Unitarian building we’d make sure we left the room not only tidier than when we found it but we’d usually leave the flowers from our altar too. I like to imagine the conversation the next day; “those black magicians are sweet really.  Everything is spotless after they’ve used the room, and look at these lovely roses they’ve left us!’ Creating allies, as every
shaman knows, is a powerful magick.

On the downside of being open – becoming a scapegoat, especially in times of social stress, is a real possibility. And it’s fair to say that members of minority religions and folk with left-field beliefs are frequently the targets of the proverbial angry mob. It’s also true that in these days of Google and Facebook Timeline discovering who thinks what, and where they live, is dead easy. Stirring up serious trouble may be only a few mouse clicks away. But standing up for ourselves is important not just in terms of our own project, but because it gives us insight into the position of others who are scapegoated. Perhaps if we admit our own beliefs and acknowledge our inherent vulnerability, we’re also more likely to oppose the scapegoating of others.  I’m reminded of an interview I heard recently with activist Peter Tatchell in which he said that lesbian and gay liberation was about more than just equal rights for homosexuals. It was about working to create a tolerant, open and free culture in which a range of sexualities and identities could flourish. Like Buddha says, liberation isn’t really liberation unless it’s liberation for all. And that’s the world that I’m enchanting for too.

JV

Tantric Poetry Please

I’ve been teaching recently at Arcanorium College on the subject of tantra and my students have been exploring different aspects of the texts from that spiritual tradition. Although there are plenty of tantras containing tediously long-winded ceremonial instructions there are also some sparkling gems of poetry. To my mind it’s the poems of the tantric tradition that bring us closest to the soul of that style.

Selected by me and my students I’d like to share  a few of these with you. To get the most out of them you should read them through once silently, once aloud alone, and finally to your beloved (ideally after having ecstatic sex) or perhaps in some other beautiful location 🙂

Enjoy!

 

Like a cobra that has cast its coils
spiraling conch-like
three times and a half round Shiva,
her mouth laid on that other mouth
that leads to bliss,
the Enchantress of the world,
slender as a lotus stem,
bright as a lightning flash,
lies sleeping,
breathing softly out and in,
murmuring poems in sweetest meters,
humming like a drunken bee
in the petals of the muladhara lotus —
how brightly Her Light shines.

from Satchakra-nirupana Tantra

O Bhavānī! I worship thy body from ankle to knee,
Upon which the bull-bannered one gazes with great love,
And who, as if not satiated by looking thereon with two eyes,
Has yet made for himself a third.

I call to mind thy two thighs,
Which humble the pride of the trunk of an elephant,
And surpass the plantain-tree in thickness and tenderness.
O Mother! youth  fashioned those thighs
That they may support as two pillars the weight of thy (great) hips,

Looking at thy waist,  it would seem as if it had been absorbed
And become the great bulk of thy breasts and hips.
By the youth which clothes the body with hair,
May it ever be resplendent in my heart!

O Devī! may I never forget thy navel,
As it were a secure inviolate pool,
Given to Thee by Thy blooming youth,
Filled with the liquid beauty of the beloved of Smara,
He who was fearful of the fire from the eyes of Hara.

Thy two lotus-like breasts, smeared with sandal,
Which bear ashes telling of Śiva’s embrace,
Call to mind the vermilion-painted temples moist with ichor
Of some (impassioned) elephant
Rising from his bath in waters,
Flecked with foam.

O Mother! Thy two arms, beauteous with the water
Dripping from Thy body bathed from neck to throat,
Seem to have been formed by the crocodile-bannered One,
As long nooses wherewith to hold the throat of his enemy.
May I never forget them!

Hymn to Bhuvanesvari from the Tantrasara

 

I drink no ordinary wine,
but Wine of Everlasting Bliss,
As I repeat my Mother Kali’s name;
It so intoxicates my mind that people take me to be drunk!
First my guru gives molasses for the making of the Wine;
My longing is the ferment to transform it.
Knowledge, the maker of the Wine,
prepares it for me then;
And when it is done,
my mind imbibes it from the bottle of the mantra,
Taking the Mother’s name to make it pure.
Drink of this Wine, says Ramprasad,
and the four fruits of life are yours.

by Ramprasad

 


I worship in my heart the Devī whose body is moist with nectar,
Beauteous as the splendour of lightning,
Who, going from Her abode to that of Śiva,
Opens the lotuses on the beautiful way

Bhairavī from the Tantrasāra

 

The rich
will make temples for Siva.
What shall I,
a poor man,
do?

My legs are pillars,
the body the shrine,
the head a cupola
of gold.

Listen, O lord of the meeting rivers,
things standing shall fall,
but the moving ever shall stay.

Basavanna