One of the things about Norse Paganism that is hard to really internalize is the concept of a feminine Sun and masculine Moon. Oh, that's one of the things you can easily read about, but if you were raised in a standard modern Western culture, with its underlying dependence on Greco-Roman mythology, plus a little Celtic folklore on top, it's very hard to not think of the Moon as a "she."
But it's pretty clear that in most of the Germanic cultures, the Sun (Sól) was the "she" and the Moon (Máni) was a "he." This is born out by the languages--even modern German has the masculine case for "der Mond" and the feminine for "die Sonne." Then there's the good old Man in the Moon with his dog and bush (even Shakespeare talks about him). But there's all that acculturation saying otherwise--poems about the moon almost always present it as feminine, most of the myths and stories we were taught as chikldren do the same thing, and modern Paganism and New Age studies have carried that forth into popular culture. So how do you reset your thinking to a mindset where the "Man in the Moon" is not, after all, a lady, but a guy?
I paid lip service to this idea for years, but in my heart, I still kind of saw the moon and sun the way I had grown up seeing them. Part of the problem was I had no alternative images to replace them with. Then one year someone gave me this really lovely desk calendar with various images of the sun illustrating each week--everything from ancient images to photographs from space. And one picture had this image of a partly-naked woman sitting amid various plants and animals, gazing at a small moon-orb which she held in her hand. She was beautiful but obviously beneficent. In her other hand she held a fish in a bowl, and it seemed clear that the picture was meant to show that the sun gave life and light to all the plants and creatures on the earth (as well as lighting up the moon). This, suddenly, gave me a picture of a sun-goddess that I could grasp.
And it makes sense, really, that people that lived in the northern climes, where winter was so long and so brutal and the nights so long and dangerous, would regard the sun as a nurturing, life-giving figure. Going out at night to dance by the light of the moon is much less appealing in a climate where you might get frostbite doing so (or perhaps be eaten by a wolf). The night was the dangerous time, when wild animals and dangerous creatures and spirits were out and about. If you were going to hold a festival, you wanted to do it in the daytime, amidst the trees and flowers and wonderful, warm sunlight.
There are some folk sayings from Scandinavian countries that picture the sun as a beautiful young woman whose jewelry gave out light, possibly something similar to the solje jewelry worn as part of the traditional dress, or bunad, in Norway. This jewelry, made of silver, features many little cup-like disks that hang from the main piece and reflect the sunlight. It was thought to protect against the huldrefolk, a type of seductive forest creature, and therefore was particularly worn at threshhold rituals like naming ceremonies and marriages, when people were thought to be particularly vulnerable to attack. I really like the image of a young queen glittering in all her jewelry for Sól.
Both Sól and her brother drive across the sky in wagons, pulling their respective orb (a common image in a lot of European mythology). In their case, they are driving rather swiftly because behind them are two wolves, Skoll and Hati, who run after them, hoping to swallow them up. This side of Sól is rather more aggressive and tough, and I like seeing her this way, too.
In Sól's wagon, according to some legends, there is another figure named Svalinn, whose job is to hold a shield between the sun and the earth, to keep its hot rays from scorching everything. I am kind of thinking Svalinn must be on holiday this summer, with the heat index up the way it's been. In fact, there have been some days when I've almost been rooting for the wolf...
Friday, August 14, 2015
Here Comes the Sun
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Tuesday, July 28, 2015
When shall we three meet again?
Well, I've been away a while, it seems. I was recently in a production of Macbeth, among other things--playing a Witch! (it had to happen some day...). It has long been traditionally held that a curse is attached to The Scottish Play, and that bad luck haunts any company that performs it. This has led to numerous superstitions about saying the name "Macbeth" except under special circumstances (which vary from company to company and from person to person). I can tell you that many, many actors believe in this very seriously and get quite upset if you say the word at the wrong time, which is hard to avoid doing (see my previous comment).
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h--HR7PWfp0
There's that scene in the fourth Act that most people are familiar with, where the weird sisters brew their potion to call up spirits to delude Macbeth. This reminded me of something a former housemate told me once--that she'd read a thesis or scholarly article which claimed that all the horrible ingredients named in that chant were actually nicknames for herbs and things, and that if you actually brewed the ingredients onstage, that it would counteract the curse. I don't know about that, and think it would be pretty hard to do onstage, even in the Elizabethan theatre (which were mostly of wood and straw and prone to burning down), but the idea of herblore being hidden that play is interesting.
Here's some of the possible meanings of the ingredients (but PLEASE don't try this at home--even if they're not actual body parts and such, many of them are still quite dangerous--Monkshood (or Aconite), for example, can kill you just from brief skin contact):
Toad Venom--Bufotenine, thought to be mildly psychoactive; or, the plant Toad Shade (trillium sessile)
Eye of Newt--Mustard Seed
Toe of Frog--Bulbous Buttercup
Wool of Bat--Holly Leaves, Hairy Mullein, or Wooly Faverel
Tongue of Dog--Houndstongue
Adders Fork--Adders tongue
Blind-worm's sting--Wormwood
Lizard's Leg--Ivy or Tarragon
Howlet's Wing--Cudweed (called "Old Owl")
Scale of Dragon--Dragon's Blood (daemomorops draco)
Tooth of Wolf--Monkshood
Witches' Mummy--Witch Herb (artemisia vulgaris)
Shark's Maw and Gulf--could be literal stomach and throat of a shark; dried shark's intestines are still sold as food ingredients.
Root of Hemlock
Jew's Liver--Jew's Ear, or Cuckoo-Pint
Gall of Goat--Goat's Rue
Slips of Yew
Turk's Nose--Great Mullein
Tartar's Lips--Sour Cherry
Baby's Finger--Foxglove Blossom
Tiger's Chaudron--Tiger Herb (centella asiatica)
Baboon's Blood--Dill
Sow's Blood--could be literal pig's blood
Grease from the murderer's gibbet--Felonwort or Bittersweet
A Hawk’s Heart: Wormwood
Ass’s Foot or Bull’s Foot: Coltsfoot
Bear’s Foot: Lady’s Mantle
Calf’s Snout: Snapdragon
Graveyard Dust: Mullein
Sparrow’s Tongue: Knotweed
My personal take on the Macbeth curse is this--there are a lot of speeches calling on dark powers in this play, mostly uttered by MacBeth, Lady MacBeth, and the Weird Sisters. These are very, very well-written speeches and, delivered by a good group of actors with great energy and strong intention, would be quite powerful. More powerful than a lot of rituals, if truth be told.
I played Lady MacBeth in my 20s in one of my early jobs up in New England. This was also around the time I was seriously starting to practice magic. I remember one night when we rehearsed her first scene, with the speech, "Come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here...", over and over and OVER again. I was thrumming with energy as I walked home, and I remember thinking, "I wonder how spirits and elementals and such know that this was a play and not a real ritual," and then it struck me that they probably didn't. And I had just been calling on some pretty dark forces over and over for the past three hours. So when I got home, I did a banishing ritual. And all through the rehearsal and performance period, I did a brief ritual at the beginning of each session to the effect of, "What follows is only a play, please disregard," and another banishing ritual at the end to get rid of anything that might have inadvertently gotten called up. We suffered no ill luck during the entire run.
This could be as superstitious as not saying the name Macbeth offstage, or in the theatre, or whichever variant of the superstition you follow--but I think, if you believe magic is real, that it's not an unreasonable assumption. There really is not much difference between good theatre and ritual, except that in theatre you are evoking parts or forces within yourself, while in ritual you are calling on gods and beings without. Some beings are not that bright and could easily get the two confused.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h--HR7PWfp0
There's that scene in the fourth Act that most people are familiar with, where the weird sisters brew their potion to call up spirits to delude Macbeth. This reminded me of something a former housemate told me once--that she'd read a thesis or scholarly article which claimed that all the horrible ingredients named in that chant were actually nicknames for herbs and things, and that if you actually brewed the ingredients onstage, that it would counteract the curse. I don't know about that, and think it would be pretty hard to do onstage, even in the Elizabethan theatre (which were mostly of wood and straw and prone to burning down), but the idea of herblore being hidden that play is interesting.
Here's some of the possible meanings of the ingredients (but PLEASE don't try this at home--even if they're not actual body parts and such, many of them are still quite dangerous--Monkshood (or Aconite), for example, can kill you just from brief skin contact):
Toad Venom--Bufotenine, thought to be mildly psychoactive; or, the plant Toad Shade (trillium sessile)
Eye of Newt--Mustard Seed
Toe of Frog--Bulbous Buttercup
Wool of Bat--Holly Leaves, Hairy Mullein, or Wooly Faverel
Tongue of Dog--Houndstongue
Adders Fork--Adders tongue
Blind-worm's sting--Wormwood
Lizard's Leg--Ivy or Tarragon
Howlet's Wing--Cudweed (called "Old Owl")
Scale of Dragon--Dragon's Blood (daemomorops draco)
Tooth of Wolf--Monkshood
Witches' Mummy--Witch Herb (artemisia vulgaris)
Shark's Maw and Gulf--could be literal stomach and throat of a shark; dried shark's intestines are still sold as food ingredients.
Root of Hemlock
Jew's Liver--Jew's Ear, or Cuckoo-Pint
Gall of Goat--Goat's Rue
Slips of Yew
Turk's Nose--Great Mullein
Tartar's Lips--Sour Cherry
Baby's Finger--Foxglove Blossom
Tiger's Chaudron--Tiger Herb (centella asiatica)
Baboon's Blood--Dill
Sow's Blood--could be literal pig's blood
Grease from the murderer's gibbet--Felonwort or Bittersweet
A Hawk’s Heart: Wormwood
Ass’s Foot or Bull’s Foot: Coltsfoot
Bear’s Foot: Lady’s Mantle
Calf’s Snout: Snapdragon
Graveyard Dust: Mullein
Sparrow’s Tongue: Knotweed
My personal take on the Macbeth curse is this--there are a lot of speeches calling on dark powers in this play, mostly uttered by MacBeth, Lady MacBeth, and the Weird Sisters. These are very, very well-written speeches and, delivered by a good group of actors with great energy and strong intention, would be quite powerful. More powerful than a lot of rituals, if truth be told.
I played Lady MacBeth in my 20s in one of my early jobs up in New England. This was also around the time I was seriously starting to practice magic. I remember one night when we rehearsed her first scene, with the speech, "Come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here...", over and over and OVER again. I was thrumming with energy as I walked home, and I remember thinking, "I wonder how spirits and elementals and such know that this was a play and not a real ritual," and then it struck me that they probably didn't. And I had just been calling on some pretty dark forces over and over for the past three hours. So when I got home, I did a banishing ritual. And all through the rehearsal and performance period, I did a brief ritual at the beginning of each session to the effect of, "What follows is only a play, please disregard," and another banishing ritual at the end to get rid of anything that might have inadvertently gotten called up. We suffered no ill luck during the entire run.
This could be as superstitious as not saying the name Macbeth offstage, or in the theatre, or whichever variant of the superstition you follow--but I think, if you believe magic is real, that it's not an unreasonable assumption. There really is not much difference between good theatre and ritual, except that in theatre you are evoking parts or forces within yourself, while in ritual you are calling on gods and beings without. Some beings are not that bright and could easily get the two confused.
"Peace! the charm's wound up!"
Thursday, June 18, 2015
The Placebo Effect
Well, I see I've been lazy about posting to the blog the past month. I've been doing a lot of traveling and I tend to get preoccupied with other, offline, things when I venture from home.
While at a conference in Washington, D.C., I read an interesting article in the free newspaper they left on my doorstep. It's titled "A New Way of Looking at Placebos" by Tara MacIsaac, from the Epoch Times, and it discusses the placebo effect in healing, something that has puzzled people for quite a while.
A placebo is basically a fake treatment--something that is simulated or is medically ineffective--which is given to some patients in medical testing to create a control group to compare to the people actually getting the real treatment. But sometimes the people given the placebo have a perceived or an actual improvement in their condition. In fact, sometimes patients who know that the treatment they're getting isn't genuine, but a placebo, will still do better than other patients who aren't given anything at all.
It's been assumed that the placebo effect is caused by the relationship between the mind and body in healing and that it's the person's thoughts that must affect the body in some way. But according to the article, the effects of placebos have been increasing over the past decades, to where this phenomenon now accounts for as much as 70 percent of an effect in a medical trial. Two researchers who have been studying this effect, Dr. William Tiller (Ph.D.) and Dr. Nisha Manek (M.D.), have begun considering the idea that human intention physically changes the placebo in some way, causing it to have the beneficial effect. Tiller has conducted various experiments to test this idea, such as a study that has shown that intention may be able to change the pH-levels of water. The two published some of their findings in a paper titled, "A new perspective on 'the placebo effect': Untangling the Entanglement (Medical Hypothesis, 2011).
I find this a really interesting idea from a magical perspective, because it suggests something that many practitioners have already experienced, that we really can shape reality through ritual and magic.
(Yes, this is the kind of thing that goes through my mind at library conferences, what can I say--the afternoons are long and those darkened rooms make the mind wander...)
P.S. If you want to take a look at the article yourself, it's at:
http://www.theepochtimes.com/n3/1355795-a-new-way-of-looking-at-placebos-an-entanglement-theory/
While at a conference in Washington, D.C., I read an interesting article in the free newspaper they left on my doorstep. It's titled "A New Way of Looking at Placebos" by Tara MacIsaac, from the Epoch Times, and it discusses the placebo effect in healing, something that has puzzled people for quite a while.
A placebo is basically a fake treatment--something that is simulated or is medically ineffective--which is given to some patients in medical testing to create a control group to compare to the people actually getting the real treatment. But sometimes the people given the placebo have a perceived or an actual improvement in their condition. In fact, sometimes patients who know that the treatment they're getting isn't genuine, but a placebo, will still do better than other patients who aren't given anything at all.
It's been assumed that the placebo effect is caused by the relationship between the mind and body in healing and that it's the person's thoughts that must affect the body in some way. But according to the article, the effects of placebos have been increasing over the past decades, to where this phenomenon now accounts for as much as 70 percent of an effect in a medical trial. Two researchers who have been studying this effect, Dr. William Tiller (Ph.D.) and Dr. Nisha Manek (M.D.), have begun considering the idea that human intention physically changes the placebo in some way, causing it to have the beneficial effect. Tiller has conducted various experiments to test this idea, such as a study that has shown that intention may be able to change the pH-levels of water. The two published some of their findings in a paper titled, "A new perspective on 'the placebo effect': Untangling the Entanglement (Medical Hypothesis, 2011).
I find this a really interesting idea from a magical perspective, because it suggests something that many practitioners have already experienced, that we really can shape reality through ritual and magic.
(Yes, this is the kind of thing that goes through my mind at library conferences, what can I say--the afternoons are long and those darkened rooms make the mind wander...)
P.S. If you want to take a look at the article yourself, it's at:
http://www.theepochtimes.com/n3/1355795-a-new-way-of-looking-at-placebos-an-entanglement-theory/
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Friday, May 1, 2015
Book has arrived from printer!
I had been planning to post some musings on the process of editing, and English usage vs. American usage, but I was sidetracked by the excitement of finding a box of copies of my book from the printer (auspiciously enough they came on Walpurgisnacht). Somehow I never really feel a project is real until the end product is in my hand. I should be working on something else this weekend, but I suspect I will be spending tonight with my new "babies" and a glass of champagne.
If you want to take a peekk at what these might look like, check here:
http://us1.forward-to-friend1.com/forward/show?u=bf645a53cf2cd6caeb58ae37b&id=a62c00bae7
If you want to take a peekk at what these might look like, check here:
http://us1.forward-to-friend1.com/forward/show?u=bf645a53cf2cd6caeb58ae37b&id=a62c00bae7
Friday, March 27, 2015
Just a quick update--the final proofs for my book have gone back to the publisher, so now it's just a matter of waiting.
Also--I'm being interviewed on Intrepid Radio this Sunday (Mar. 29) starting at 9:00 PM Central Time (see link below)--am pretty excited (and also hoping I don't say something stupid!)
http://www.intrepidradio.com/
Also--I'm being interviewed on Intrepid Radio this Sunday (Mar. 29) starting at 9:00 PM Central Time (see link below)--am pretty excited (and also hoping I don't say something stupid!)
http://www.intrepidradio.com/
Saturday, February 14, 2015
Valentine's Day festivities
Valentine's Day is often fraught with anxiety for those who don't have a significant other to celebrate with (and the scope of the expected celebrations has grown exponentially over the years--used to, you could make do with a card and maybe some flowers or candy, but now a night of romantic excess seems to be expected).
But for a while now, I've found a way to ensure that Valentine's Day doesn't fall flat for me, and that is by using the occasion to to a ritual in honor of Freyja. Not a traditional Norse holiday, but there is a record of the Dísablót , a sacrifice to the female powers called dísir, at Uppsala in Sweden, so it's not totally out of place. Plus--well, Freyja, and love (and lust!) and all those things--surely it fits into the occasion (plus, all those little hearts, looking oh so similar to a pair of buttocks ♥
And doing a ritual to the great Goddess of love and later endulging in a little wine and seafood amidst some fresh flowers certainly beats watching a cheesy chick-flick while eating an entire carton of ice cream. Try it--you need never be alone on Valentine's Day again.
But for a while now, I've found a way to ensure that Valentine's Day doesn't fall flat for me, and that is by using the occasion to to a ritual in honor of Freyja. Not a traditional Norse holiday, but there is a record of the Dísablót , a sacrifice to the female powers called dísir, at Uppsala in Sweden, so it's not totally out of place. Plus--well, Freyja, and love (and lust!) and all those things--surely it fits into the occasion (plus, all those little hearts, looking oh so similar to a pair of buttocks ♥
And doing a ritual to the great Goddess of love and later endulging in a little wine and seafood amidst some fresh flowers certainly beats watching a cheesy chick-flick while eating an entire carton of ice cream. Try it--you need never be alone on Valentine's Day again.
Friday, January 23, 2015
Happy Thorrablót!
So, tonight I'm going to celebrate Thorrablót by honoring the god Thor and consuming what remains of the Yuletide eats and drinks.
The Þorrablót is actually a modern festival that started out in the mid-1800s when a group of Icelandic students in Copenhagen got all excited about Icelandic nationalism and held a dinner party honoring their country's traditional foods and customs. They also honored Thor, probably because his name sounded kind of like Thorrablót. The festival later became popular throughout all Iceland by the mid-twentieth century and is still celebrated today. Some modern followers of Asatru also celebrate the holiday in honor of Thor.
It got its name from the historical Icelandic calendar name for the month of Þorri, which covered the period from mid-January to mid-February. The Orkneyinga saga mentions a legendary Norwegian king named Þorri ("frost"), the son of Snær ("snow"). Other sources claim that the Kvens (a Finnish population in northern Norway) celebrated a yearly sacrifice at mid-winter.
However, sadly, etymologically the name Þorrablót has nothing to do with the Norse god Þórr, despite the similarity in their names. And it was never a truly ancient, traditional Heathen festival. So all the modern celebrations are non-traditional.
If you really want to celebrate in the traditional Icelandic manner, folklore has it that on the first morning of the month of Þorri, the head of the house would go outside in the cold only partially dressed: barefoot, dressed in only his shirt, and partly barelegged (one trouser-leg went on his leg, while the other trouser-leg dragged on the ground). He then proceeded to hop on one leg all around his house and bid Þorri welcome to his home. (Then his wife treated him specially nice the rest of the day, which is also known as Bóndadagur, or "Husband's Day").
Then you can feast on such traditional Icelandic treats as hákarl (rotten shark's meat), svið (boiled sheeps head), blóðmör (congealed sheep's blood wrapped in a ram's stomach), or súrsaðir hrútspungar (the testicles of rams pressed in blocks, boiled and cured in lactic acid), along with a healthy draught of Brennivin (a type of Icelandic aquavit also known as Black Death--you'll need it to wash down all that food).
But it's winter, and it's cold and wet, and all the fun of Yule and my birthday are over, and I really have to get seriously back to work now, and hey, I need a festival. And Thor is just fun, you know? So, here's to pork and beer, here's to Thor, and a big Texas welcome to Þorri!!
The Þorrablót is actually a modern festival that started out in the mid-1800s when a group of Icelandic students in Copenhagen got all excited about Icelandic nationalism and held a dinner party honoring their country's traditional foods and customs. They also honored Thor, probably because his name sounded kind of like Thorrablót. The festival later became popular throughout all Iceland by the mid-twentieth century and is still celebrated today. Some modern followers of Asatru also celebrate the holiday in honor of Thor.
It got its name from the historical Icelandic calendar name for the month of Þorri, which covered the period from mid-January to mid-February. The Orkneyinga saga mentions a legendary Norwegian king named Þorri ("frost"), the son of Snær ("snow"). Other sources claim that the Kvens (a Finnish population in northern Norway) celebrated a yearly sacrifice at mid-winter.
However, sadly, etymologically the name Þorrablót has nothing to do with the Norse god Þórr, despite the similarity in their names. And it was never a truly ancient, traditional Heathen festival. So all the modern celebrations are non-traditional.
If you really want to celebrate in the traditional Icelandic manner, folklore has it that on the first morning of the month of Þorri, the head of the house would go outside in the cold only partially dressed: barefoot, dressed in only his shirt, and partly barelegged (one trouser-leg went on his leg, while the other trouser-leg dragged on the ground). He then proceeded to hop on one leg all around his house and bid Þorri welcome to his home. (Then his wife treated him specially nice the rest of the day, which is also known as Bóndadagur, or "Husband's Day").
Then you can feast on such traditional Icelandic treats as hákarl (rotten shark's meat), svið (boiled sheeps head), blóðmör (congealed sheep's blood wrapped in a ram's stomach), or súrsaðir hrútspungar (the testicles of rams pressed in blocks, boiled and cured in lactic acid), along with a healthy draught of Brennivin (a type of Icelandic aquavit also known as Black Death--you'll need it to wash down all that food).
But it's winter, and it's cold and wet, and all the fun of Yule and my birthday are over, and I really have to get seriously back to work now, and hey, I need a festival. And Thor is just fun, you know? So, here's to pork and beer, here's to Thor, and a big Texas welcome to Þorri!!
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