What a splendid, busy weekend I had. Adonis celebrates his birthday tomorrow, and in our family, since we’re Pagan, we live in alignment with a natural force called “happy birthday, it’s my birthday!” As one’s birthday draws nigh, one can express any whim and one’s partner must happily comply. Proximity to the birthday increases the force. For example, last Wednesday evening Adonis asked for something - I forget what - and said, “happy birthday, it’s my birthday?” Though I felt the pull of the birthday, it was still a week away, and the force wasn’t yet strong enough. I didn’t comply with his wish to see Spiderman 3, or eat fried food, or rub his feet, or whatever it was. (Generally, however, I’m more than happy to comply with the latter two requests, birthday or no.)
But on Friday, during an email exchange about which movies to see over the weekend, the force of the birthday had clearly grown, and I could no longer resist. Luckily for me, the movie he wanted to see on Friday was “Waitress,” which we both enjoyed. (Captain Malcolm Reynolds was adorable.) But on Sunday, the movie was “Pirates.” Adonis loves summer blockbusters, no matter how awful; I don’t. Still, it’s surprising how much you can enjoy a movie when you go willingly and for your beloved. That, combined with the mercy of low expectations and
Then there was the guy who was all “merry meet and merry part,” but who put his plastic cup of wine of the hostess’s altar, and when gently informed that he’d done so, decided he’d wanted the wine to be blessed – all without the hostess’s permission! I have a hard time being in circle with people who won’t meet my gaze, or people who talk while the priestess is talking. But the main issue, really, is that I felt powerless to do anything but sit there and seethe. I’d love to hear from you about more empowered ways to deal with this kind of situation; I’m sure most of you have been there!
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It wasn’t quite “all hail the guardians of the watchtower of the East,”
You say that as if it were a bad thing!
Remember, all acts of love and pleasure are rituals of the Goddess.
If that phrase works for that priestess/circle, then that's their choice. I've tried creating a goddess chant with goddess's i call upon most, and it generally doesn't seem to be as powerful, even though it feels right for me.
Grounding and centring are good, but I guess when surrounded by people.. visualising pink/white light bubble around you, feeling the energy vibes of the earth and air to calm you, releasing negativity through the earth or air, metta bhvanna (loving kindness meditation - As you wlak or sit or stand, feel love for nature and the spirits and send out little pink/green balls of light from solar plexus, through your hands to each person, filling them with positivity and love.)
Those are some things i do in negative situations or where i feel uncomfortable... Breathing deeply also helps.
In Love And Light,
Willow.
I meant no disrespect to Gardnerians, Alexandrians, aficionados of the Golden Dawn, or anyone else who likes the Christian-inflected "watchtower" invocations.
My point was simply that the priestess had suggested a different way of thinking about the directions and elements, and most didn't heed her, falling back instead into the same old language, "welcome, spirits of the east, " and so on. Like I said, it was uninspired.
I'm tempted to say that this was a minor point within my post. But I also realize that I was irritated, at the ritual, by what seemed like an unfamiliarity with the elements much beyond the standard associations. I felt like the priestess was encouraging us to say what fire, for example, feels like to us, in the real world - to feel it and to express it. After all, we're not invoking abstract concepts. We're talking about the real thing.
I suppose I like my rituals to be down to earth. Seems appropriate for an earth-based spiritual practice, after all.
Thank you, Willow, for your suggestions.
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