Pagan and the Pit(bulls)

The political musings of a Pagan and her dogs.


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Happy Indigenous Peoples Day!

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There is a record number of Indigenous political candidates this year. Celebrate Indigenous Peoples Day by researching the candidates, and then voting for Indigenous women in the midterms!

Personally, the Pagan and the Pitbulls plan to vote for Deb Haaland. But if you don’t live in Deb’s district, please also check out Peggy Flanagan, Paulette Jordan, and Sharice Davids.

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Facing the Inevitable with Rage

CW: Kavanaugh, Christofacism

The moment that Brett Kavanaugh began his angry tirade during the Blasey Ford hearing, I knew that he was going to be confirmed. I knew that our stories didn’t matter, whether we screamed them in elevators or courageously asserted them in Congress or even if a Senator read them into the record for posterity. No matter what we did to protest and no matter how concerning Kavanaugh’s record of sexual assaults, or drinking habits, or suspicious debts, or lack of qualifications, or lack of judicious temperament; he was going to be confirmed and the Christofascists would celebrate this as a win and mock and humiliate the victims.

I wanted to be wrong. That’s why I didn’t write about it, because I wanted so badly to be wrong. To see Kavanaugh step down, and some equally horrible Christofacist take his place. Because that meant having hope that things could still get better. Sitting here, braced with gin I’m prepared for it to get worse.

Honestly, I don’t know where we go from here. I do know that some of the ideas floating around about loading the Supreme Court are more reactionary than proactive. And while reactionary feels good, it isn’t always good in the end.  Loading the courts is a Christofascist game, after years of campaigning on the issue of judges, they have it down to an art form and have the infrastructure to support their goals. We don’t, so we can’t realistically expect to play by their rules and win. But we can figure out how to go around their rules, I know we’re smart enough.

More immediately, what I can recommend is this: 39 states elect judges at some level, 38 of those have elections for high court positions. While I’m still uncertain about the safety of the upcoming elections (given that no one has improved ballot security), judicial positions get low coverage and low turn out; so our efforts to elect progressive, Democrat, or liberal judges might actually make a difference for the judiciary.

Remember to make sure you’re registered in time. These sites can help: Rock the Vote, Vote Save America, and Vote with Me. Apps like Smash the Vote are helpful too.


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The Wandering Bible and Use of Resources

I had to take some time off from writing because the Kavanaugh news was getting to me and I took my Masters exam yesterday and I needed to prepare for that (I passed by the way!). So I’m back and trying to get back on my normal schedule.
Today is “Bring your Bible to School Day” to celebrate religious freedom. Christian groups on campus pray (although, in my experience as the president of a Pagan college group neither I nor any of the non-Christian religions were invited to join); and a cluster of men in cheap suits hand out New Testament/Psalms/Proverbs Bibles outside my building.  They forcefully press the Bibles into students hands, the students feel uncomfortable so they don’t put the bibles in the garbage or recycling bins next to the men. So they take them into the large lecture halls in my department and leave them there. Of course, no one else wants them. When I go to the lecture halls throughout the day they Bibles move from desk to desk, abandoned.

Normally I can ignore the Bibles. They irritate me a bit; I think the money spent on the money could go to feed the hungry, giving water to the thirsty, clothing the naked, helping the sick, or helping the children being separated from their families. But who am I to tell a camel how to go through the eye of a needle?

But this time, I was really bothered. The men handing out Bibles were asking us to pray for Kavanaugh.

I can’t. I’m a survivor and I can’t light a candle for Kavanaugh. I can’t support him in any way. Especially when the FBI doesn’t even do their due diligence and interview Dr. Ford.

This is our daily reminder that we can’t ignore Kavanaugh, we can’t ignore the machinations of the Christofascists in America, and we can’t stop resisting.

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On performing trauma for sadists

About a year into my relationship with my ex-husband, he proudly told said that he didn’t believe that I was raped until he saw my night terrors on the anniversary of the trauma. He was so proud of his skepticism, that he didn’t unfairly judge a man he had never met. If he realized that he destroyed my trust in him, he never mentioned it. I doubt he ever did. I also doubt he realized how that compounded the trauma I was recovering from.

I was required to perform my trauma to his satisfaction before I was believed, and then once I had performed well I was to get over it. To not let it impact my life. To ignore the harm that came from repeating the event in detail over and over.

On a much grander scale, this is what Dr. Ford is going through. Many members of the public do not believe her, and she has had death threats and has had to spend the time she would use to prepare her testimony talking to the FBI about her safety. When she testifies, she will be asked invasive question after invasive question. She will construct the scene as accurately as she can for the salivating GOP.

That same GOP and their deplorable supporters will hoard her story and use it as the foundation for their rape fantasies. They will take her trauma and use it to get off. And after they will tell her to go home and continue her life like nothing happened.

Like her family and life weren’t threatened.

Like she wasn’t forced to re-open her wounds for their pleasure.

Like she wasn’t forced to bleed for them.

So I stand with her. Today, and every day, I stand with survivors and I believe them. I hold space with Dr. Ford and send Unconditional Love to give her strength from the Divine.


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Roy Moore is back in high schools, and he wants to bring back pregame prayer

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This bit of news made me stupid angry. Let me get this out of my system: Roy Moore is a creepy ass motherfucker. Anyone who sexually assaults teenagers has no place anywhere near a high school. His wife tried to discredit the victims, and his trash supporters tormented his victims. He also gave his endorsement to Brett Kavanaugh, in case you needed another reason to be against either of them.

Any man who sexually assaults a woman should have his career ruined. Any man who sexually assaults a woman should do penance and not do harm again. But here we are, and Roy Moore is trying to get schools to allow prayer at football games.

Baseline, he shouldn’t be doing this because it allows him access to a vulnerable population for him to prey on.

He also shouldn’t be doing this because he admits he doesn’t want non-Christian prayers said at football games.  “‘I wouldn’t support it,” Moore said of the prayer itself. “I wouldn’t encourage it.'”

I’m all for sacred games, we hold one every year at Lughnasadh. But we don’t ask the gods to help us strike down our opponents. Or ask the gods to bless us every time there’s a new game. It’s a celebration of fun and honoring the gods at the beginning of the day.

You don’t need prayer before high school football game, it’s exclusionary and unnecessary. Just let the kids play.

 

 


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Mabon: the Dark revisited

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Here Lughnasadh is a pure light holiday; the sun is still high and hot, temperatures are broiling, and we swim in a dammed creek. Samhain is a dark holiday; the temperatures are cooler, the days are shorter, and we hold the vigil through the night. But Mabon, Mabon is something in the middle. The temperatures are still brutal, but dawn comes a little later each day.

Hecatedemeter has an eloquent Prayer for Mabon, and Mabon is a time of resistance, where we say there is a place at our table. But Mabon is also when we choose whether to resist the Dark or to freely fall into it knowing we’ll eventually fall out into the light again.

The Dark of the Year, the Dark of the Earth, the Dark inside ourselves, the Dark inside others. All of these are facets of the same jewel, but it’s a jewel you can’t explore without knowing yourself. For if you cannot find the strength within you, you will never find it without. To have a nerdy moment in a meditation, it’s a bit like the Devils Snare in the first Harry Potter movie: the more you fight the Dark the harder it holds on, but if you relax into it, you fall through to the next floor. (Before we go there, yes, I’ve read the books. Yes, the books hold an incredibly dear place in my heart. But in this case, the movie has the better visual.)

Last year I chose to get a divorce at Mabon, that was my Dark that I was fighting for years and my marriage had become a choking force in my magickal, and mundane life. I could feel myself dying. I chose to fall into the Dark and the crucible last year, and I’ve come out with a few more scars but definitely a more refined and freer being. After all, what do we say to that which impedes our higher being? Not today.

Again, this year I’ve chosen to fall into the Dark again.  I’ve fortified myself at the Witches Thanksgiving: with cornbread and collards, cheese and ale, turkey and turnips. I’ve stocked my larder with mead and cider, wheat and pumpkins, cherries and chestnuts.

And I’m ready to fall again.


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Beyonce accused of “extreme witchcraft”

Today I had an excellent giggle during my morning email check: Beyonce has been accused of “extreme witchcraft”, “dark magic”, and “magic spells of sexual molestation” by a former employee. Drummer Kimberly Thompson filed a restraining order against the singer and was denied.

It’s not the first time Beyonce has been linked to the occult. There is the standard (and less than credible) claim that she’s Illuminati. Then there are legitimate connections between Beyonce and the orishas of African spirituality. Her entrance as Oshun in “Hold up”  is an artistic moment that will stay with me for life.

But in the end, it doesn’t matter whether Beyonce is a priestess or if she’s a magical practitioner because it’s her right to practice her religion (whatever it may be) in private without the peanut gallery weighing in. The restraining order was denied because it was nonsense. If something comes out of this, I’m sure we’ll all hear about it.

But until then I think I need to listen to the Lemonade album again.