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We Can Learn A Lot From Things That Annoy Us, Or What I Figured Out About The Proliferation Of Loki's Wives Online

Published March 22, 2013 by Elizabeth

Reblogged from Sex, Gods, and Rock Stars:

I can't lie: some of us old, crotchety spirit workers and godspouses find a lot of the blogs from new Loki's wives kind of annoying.

It's not a nice or kind thing to say, but it's true. I find myself in at least three or four conversations a week where someone - a Lokean, a Godspouse, a Spirit Worker, or just some random person with too much time on their hands, reading Tumblr - comes to me to gripe, ask mean questions about, or even just to point and laugh at some Loki's Spouses' blog.

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Del says things here which may upset some readers, but which are all valid points. I'm not reblogging this to be mean, or to say "Ha ha, I'm a REAL godspouse of Loki and you aren't!" I'm reblogging it because I, too, spent a lot of time trying to find out what my own, individual path ought to look like, as I wrote about in my last post. Everyone deserves to give themselves that chance.

Pagan Blog Project: Possession (A Rant)

Published August 8, 2012 by Elizabeth

(This post is a couple of days early, since I’ll be at EtinMoot this weekend and too busy on Friday to post.)

What I’m about to say is probably going to piss some people off. “Who do you think you are? You can’t tell me what to do!” No, I can’t. But I sure as hell don’t have to sit back, watch people act like assholes, and not say anything. That’s not what Lokeans do, if you haven’t figured that out. But it’s not Loki who’s making me say this. It’s all me.

First of all, I’m not a “horse.” I don’t do god-possession, generally. The two times I have had to do it were very difficult, and on both occasions, I was glad when it was over. I don’t have any desire to do it again. I’m not jealous of other people who do this sort of work regularly — I’ve seen firsthand how tiring and disconcerting and scary it is for many of them, and I have no wish to add that to my own list of concerns.

The sad fact is that being possessed is not something that is democratically available to everyone who wants to do it, just like not everyone gets to be a genius at math or an Olympic athlete or a great artist. Even if you’re capable of aspecting or drawing-down-the-moon, or otherwise partially carrying a god or goddess while still being self-aware, that does not equal having the capacity for full-on possession. For some people, possession just won’t happen at all, no matter how hard they try. That’s just how it is — some of us have capabilities that others do not. Horsing isn’t something that all Pagans or all spiritual people or all god-touched people are automatically going to be able to do. Nor are we owed the experience.

Just because you have the right to your own beliefs doesn’t mean that you have the talent or knack to instantly do every single spiritual or magical thing that intrigues you. Sometimes you need a lot of training and sometimes, you just aren’t going to be able to do it, no matter what. That sucks, but the inability to acknowledge this little fact is one of the reasons why Pagans, in general, have the reputation we do for being fluffy dipshits. It pisses me off to see how many people these days are apparently treating god-possession like the latest fad of the week, using it to make themselves seem special and/or to jerk around other people with bullshit that supposedly comes straight from the gods. Those who really, truly have carried a deity in the way most of these people are talking about don’t speak about it as if it was the first time they dropped acid or rode a roller-coaster, or as if the experience was crafted and executed just for their own benefit. That’s because it’s not about the horse.

It’s all about the deity. You are at Their beck and call, not the other way around, and while it is possible to negotiate or set limits, you do not get to decide that it will happen. It’s up to the god/dess as to whether or not a possession takes place. You can’t force Them. They do not come when called, like pets. You cannot just decide to horse Them whenever you feel like it. Gods aren’t sitting around waiting to ride us at our convenience. And moreover, when someone horses a deity, it is a service to that deity and to whichever of His/Her/Its people the deity wishes to interact with while in mortal form. The person doing the horsing is more or less irrelevant.

You can’t have it both ways — you can’t claim that our gods are living entities who have Their own separate awareness, and then turn around and act like you can have Them automatically ride you at any time. It doesn’t work that way. Anybody who claims this is how it works is either naive, deluded, or lying. Anybody who claims to be able to horse any deity they want, whenever they want, is full of shit.

God-possession, like seidr and other forms of trancework that involve a direct connection to the Divine, is a holy thing. It is sacred work. It’s not something one does for shits and giggles, to feel important, or to make yourself out to be more favored of the gods than others. It is not an excuse to put your own words in the gods’ mouths or deceive other people, telling them what you want them to hear. It is not something that makes you more spiritually advanced, of better moral character, or more knowledgeable than other people. It’s work and often, it’s not very glamorous or personally rewarding for the horse, despite its sacred function.

So before you decide that you, too, are going to be possessed by this or that god or goddess and become the center of attention and a fountain of authority and advice for other, lesser beings, think about why you believe you need to do this. Also, read the book Drawing Down the Spirits by Kenaz Filan and Raven Kaldera. I know both of them personally, but I’m not trying to shill for them here; they actually know what they’re talking about. Between the two of them, they have decades of experience at being possessed and being around people who are possessed…or who are supposedly possessed. Take their advice to heart. It’s well-meant and pragmatic.

You really can’t fake the sense of awe and tangible power that comes from being near one of the Holy Ones when They are inhabiting a person’s mortal body, even if it’s not a full possession. That’s the biggest signal to me whether or not someone is genuinely being ridden. If it’s not there, no one else seems to feel it, and everyone appears doubtful and uncomfortable while the “deity” rambles on in a horse-referential way, or behaves totally uncharacteristically…then I’m getting the ice water and putting a stop to it right then. And if I’m wrong, then that’s between me and the deity, I guess.

I’m tired of people doing dishonorable things while allegedly possessed, or writing to me upset because someone who was supposedly horsing fed them a load of crap, or using the excuse of possession to say what they’re too chicken to say otherwise. I don’t care biddy shit if all this makes me sound “judgmental” and “intolerant,” either. I have to get it off my chest before I strangle the next idiot who tries to convince me that they’ve suddenly been possessed by a god I have never dealt with, who has shown no prior interest in me, and yet is supposedly there to tell me off for something the “horse” doesn’t like. I’ve had enough.

A Month For Loki: Day Twenty-Three

Published July 23, 2012 by Elizabeth

It is incorrect, although a prevalent misapprehension among Lokeans and Erisians alike, to equate anti-fun Greyface-lovers with worshipers of the Judeo-Christian Devil, that odd concept of a totally ridiculous force that yet does the dirty work of being a bad example for a totally awesome force. Anti-fun Greyface-lovers are not the Devil. (From all accounts, Lucifer really knows how to throw a party.) Nor are they totally evil, just horribly insecure. They are the moving spirit behind some people’s twisted desire to prove their penises swords as being larger than average, behind the drive of fear of the liminal that is expressed by the need to exercise their ingenuity in confirmation bias and cherry-picking elements from the lore. They are part of the willful ignorance of our religious movement.

Although all spiritual forces, all spiritual beings, both gods and men, are affected to some extent by the cycle of the ages, the gods of human endeavors such as the Tilt-A-Whirl remain true to the purpose of our vacationing – all except Greyface. He is the god that changes perfectly ordinary people into pathetic, miserable examples of human bitterness.

In the antediluvian, presumably cable-TV-less past, when people first set out on the journey of fun, Eris and Loki were as role models. Loki was then as much a troublemaker as Eris herself. When drag queens first learned that killer shoes are worth the pain, and beer lovers learned to pour brews without too much foamy head, Loki was their inspiration. He is the god of amusement park technology, the spirit that lies behind our ingenuity in creating new and amusing Internet memes, the god of bitchin’ Camaro invention and mad, mad science.

And this is the paradoxical crux of the matter. For as people lose their sense of humor and the worlds of Fun and Happiness appear to draw away from ours, Loki’s strength waxes; he becomes very powerful and even sexier, but locked into the stupid preconceptions of the knuckle-dragging hordes, bound into the world of boring “thou shalts,” and exiled from Disneyland. He inspires us to ever greater powers of manipulating police cars into ice cream and transforming the toys of this world into candy. As the Summer of Love drew to a close and conformity began to set in, we seemed to lose contact with most of our sources of naughtiness – but never with Loki. He is always with us.

As the Dark Age of Unfun progresses, Loki gains strength in annoying comedic powers but loses the love, the compassion, and the adoration from humans that alone can make His use of technical mayhem an activity in harmony with humanity’s inherent, unspoken desire for distraction from our sometimes monotone lives.

That we have allowed our fierce and joyous spirits to become enslaved by the monstrous “money for bottled tap water” system of bullshit is the doing of Greyface’s Brigade of Un-Fun. He has given us into their sticky hands, he has become their fucked-out rent boy. The powers behind this “system” have great self-importance and tell hilarious lies about accepting all who turn their backs on the Mother of Sleipnir, but their actual cognitive abilities are very limited. They can take over the technology created by others for fun and enjoyment, and use it to great destructive effect, but the ability to build such a technology themselves is lacking one essential element — mad love. Our abilities, our inventive genius, have been delivered up to them – by the forces of anti-fun, Greyface’s cringing yet chest-pounding minions. We have been enticed into the trap of longing for their approval.

We can see the tale of Greyface and the Anti-Fun Brigade as a parable for our times. We can see Fenris Wolf as technology, a force that began as the gentle servant of otherwise innocuous buttheads, but which grew strong and ever stronger and difficult to control, until now it breaks their brains and seems poised to devour the fearful and xenophobic. We can see the World Serpent, Jormungandr, as the greatly hilarious strangler of international buttheadedness that controls all nations and all races, a system that Lokeans and Erisians must destroy if any race or nation is to survive the cataclysmic future of double-plus ungood groupthink, a destruction that will “shake the world” and its many healthy butts. The forces of anti-fun are our enemy, an enemy that lies within ourselves, as we attempt to placate screaming strangers on Internet forae. As a spirit of invention, Loki is of wonderful benefit to us so long as we hold true to the mismatched patterns of our fabulous destiny, so long as we maintain our love and reverence for nature and the Earth and eating candy and romping in meadows full of flowers, and live close to the divine and bodacious spirits of love, acceptance, and good times.

Loki is manifest in each of us and must be kept there – in our own minds and souls. We must take care not to be part of Greyface’s Anti-Fun Brigade. Many children of this dreary god reveal themselves by truckling to the self-appointed quality control police, by accepting the latter’s inept understanding and lack of academic honesty, by living for self-righteousness and posturing, by refusing to take risks even when they recognize that they are living lives of quiet desperation. The advocates of “if you can’t say something we agree with, don’t say anything at all” are part of Greyface’s Brigade, as are all the anti-life forces of snooping on one’s neighbors and the touters of gossip as a social tool for enforcing conformity.

Loki is dedicated to the overthrow of the Anti-Fun Brigade. You should be, too.

(Note: This post is a parody of a rather infamous anti-Loki rant appearing elsewhere on the Internet, in case you don’t get it. Props to Malcalypse the Younger for coining the term “Greyface.” Also, the graphic is not mine– I don’t know who originally made it.)

Pagan Blog Project: Hard Polytheism

Published April 13, 2012 by Elizabeth

When I tell people that I’m a hard polytheist, they don’t always know what that means. In a nutshell, “hard” polytheism is the belief that the gods are separate, conscious entities in Their own right, rather than merely aspects of a single God/dess. It often amazes me how difficult a concept this is for some folks to grasp, judging from the way they immediately begin trying to tell me I’m wrong.

“But…don’t you believe that we’re all worshiping the same thing?” No, actually, I don’t. I do not believe that the many gods and goddesses I reverence and honor are masks worn by some One God/dess who’s pulling all the strings. Nor do I believe that there is only one set of entities who embody all of the archetypes to be found in the Holy Ones’ myths, and who just have different names depending on what culture we’re discussing. I especially don’t believe that Loki, Anansi, Coyote, and Eleggua are all the same trickster entity in different, ethnically-appropriate clothing, or that there’s a single Goddess or God who can be Brigid/Kali/Kuan Yin or Cernunnos/Apollon/Thor at the drop of a hat. My personal experiences have not borne that out, and in the end, I have to go by what I know, rather than what I’m told by others.

It probably comforts some people to think of the Holy Ones as really being a single, vague, genderless being in the sky. To me, that’s not only not a part of my reality, it’s inherently distressing to think about. I like the fact that there are many gods for me to worship and get to know. I like that, when push comes to shove, I am not dependent on, at the mercy of, or without recourse from a single, omnipresent being — that there are Those in my corner, and perhaps Those willing to be in my corner, regardless of what hot water I’ve gotten myself into. I like getting to know my gods one at a time, each for His or Her own power and magnificence. The Holy Ones are individuals, in the same way as you and I are, and that is far easier for me to relate to than some ineffable power with no name and no personality of its own. And on that note…

“All gods are part of the Universal Source anyway, so why not just worship the real essence of the Divine?” Because to me, that both ignores Their unique personalities, histories, and functions, and also ignores the fact that we humans don’t treat each other that way. Sure, one might argue that a big part of many traditions (including most Pagan ones) is to be able to see the holiness in all things, but there’s a big difference between recognizing the Divine as it is expressed in someone else, and ignoring that person’s conscious existence in favor of the immanent Divine. Let me put it this way: I don’t make friends with the “Universal Source” in other people; I become friends with each person because they are unique and utterly themselves. Do my gods deserve any less acknowledgement of Their own individuality?

It may well be that I, and everyone else I know who is a hard polytheist, is severely deluded. But I highly doubt that. I wasn’t a hard polytheist before Loki came along, you see. I rarely thought about the gods in more than an abstract sort of way. Once I had direct experience with Them, however, it became impossible for me to see Them, in all Their splendor, as merely archetypal. I don’t fault others for believing this, themselves; other people have to go by what they know, as well. I realize that I’m fortunate to have had the experiences I have, but even if none of those are ultimately “real,” I still have to live my life as if they are, regardless of what people think. Unfortunately, being secure in this approach tends to threaten some people.

“Well, that’s all fine and good for the likes of you, but my views are more enlightened.”  Trying to reduce the gods and Their many worshipers to a few commonalities isn’t inherently more enlightened than being a hard polytheist — nor is it really all that inclusive to ignore or eliminate differences in favor of squeezing a variety of viewpoints into a single mold. When it comes down to it, being a hard polytheist requires an ability to accept contradictions, disagreements, and loose ends in ways that can’t be neatly rationalized by pinning them all on one Source. It requires that one accept real diversity of opinion and praxis, since nobody can perfectly understand all the ways of all the gods. It requires tolerance for other people’s ways, even when you don’t agree with them, and that is as “enlightened” as you can get.

I don’t think that monotheism has done the world as many favors as people seem to believe. While human nature is what it is, and I doubt there was ever a time or place where people lived in equality and harmony, I believe that polytheism engenders a more tolerant approach to other people and their religious traditions, without the need to impose one’s own or eradicate the ones that don’t agree. Holy wars are a function of monotheism, it’s been said, but in the end, I doubt that all of the dead who perished by the sword would agree that dying for one’s religious beliefs is any better or worse than dying because someone else wanted your lands or wealth. In the end, dead is dead…even if we all end up in different places afterward.

Despite my bitching, I’m not in the business of telling other people how to approach the gods, and I don’t expect everyone who reads this to share my opinions. At the same time, I’m tired of people who think that I need to be “educated” about the wrongness of my primitive, unevolved belief system. I just want to point out that it is possible to be an intelligent, well-educated person and still worship a bunch of different gods without calling them aspects or avatars or what have you. For those who are interested in further reading on this topic, John Michael Greer has written a book called A World Full Of Gods, which I recommend to anyone wanting to think about polytheism as a viable, modern approach to religion, or who just wants to consider an alternative point of view.

She’s Having A Go At Other Lokeans Again

Published January 6, 2012 by Elizabeth

I’d much rather write about safer topics like poetry and how to evolve a monastic discipline. But I promised a friend I’d say this, and I feel as if I owe it to Himself in a way, too. So here goes.

These days, I don’t hang around places where Lokeans tend to congregate in large numbers. I deactivated my Facebook account some time ago, my LiveJournal participation is sporadic, and I don’t belong to many email lists or web forums. I also don’t make a point of reading every single Lokean blog or Tumblr out there. Because of all this, I don’t have a handle on what’s going on where, or who is saying what. But I’d begun to notice something disturbing, although at first I didn’t have the time or inclination to investigate it myself. I didn’t have to, as it turned out. The issue came to me.

It started with Myrkr’s post about Lokean god-spouses, and while I respectfully disagreed with much of what she said, I did agree in my comment that one of the ideas she’d been hearing lately was, as I put it, “bullshit.” I also noticed that Dver, in her recent post about discernment for god-spouses, made an aside specifically mentioning Lokeans. Occasionally, people would make comments in their communications to me which I found mystifying, as if they thought I was judging them for not being in the same sort of role, spiritually speaking, as I am. And then the other day, another Lokean, who keeps their finger in more community pies than I do, emailed me saying that folks have been contacting them privately and expressing dismay over this same idea, which is apparently being bandied about more and more in online circles where Lokeans hang out. I did some poking around and found that others, too, have apparently heard these rumblings. And that clinched it.

Make no mistake; I’m pretty pissed off about this, and that it even has to be said at all is both shameful and ludicrous. I actually have little hope that the people who really need to read this actually will, or that even if they do, it’ll make them pause and think about what sort of image they’re projecting. But I hope that others might read it and feel reassured that there is not, in fact, something wrong with them.

Here’s the thing:

Being a spouse of Loki does not make you special.

It does not mean that Loki loves you more than He does His other folk. It does not make you wiser or more competent than any other damn fool who has the good (or ill) fortune to draw His attention. It damn sure doesn’t give you the right to determine who is and isn’t truly one of His people. I know all of these things for a fact, from personal experience, because I had to learn from my own mistakes.

Furthermore, no one — I repeat, no one —  is obligated to make a lifelong oath to serve Him, and/or to become His wife, husband, lover, or fuck-buddy, in order to show Him honor, love, respect, or reverence.

Many people view Loki as a friend, an uncle, a brother, a father, even a sort of comrade-in arms. I know one Lokean whom He has referred to as “cousin,” and another who is a child of Loki, and who would find a spousal relationship with Him weird and unnatural. I know still others who haven’t troubled to define their relationship with Him. In fact, people can worship Him from a distance and still be Lokeans. People can even be not very religious at all and yet be Loki’s folk (though admittedly, that’s somewhat more difficult to pull off). The point is that they’re as much Loki’s own as anybody else who claims to be His consort or lover. Nobody but Loki, and the individual in question, gets to decide whether or not someone is His. This means you, too.

“There are many ways to kneel and kiss the ground” is a saying I’m really fond of, because it happens to be true. No god wants only one kind of worshiper — saying that Loki only wants spouses is like saying that Odin only wants warriors, or that Aphrodite only wants sacred whores, or that nobody who isn’t a sailor or fisherman may worship a sea deity. There are plenty of people out there who will tell you otherwise on all counts. And not all gods expect a lifelong, oathbound commitment from every single one of Their people. In fact, my experience and observation, as well as that of many of my friends, rather points to the opposite: people who choose to, or are asked to, bind themselves to a god or goddess via a life-oath are in the minority, rather than being the norm. (And that still doesn’t make us special. It just makes us more tired.)

I don’t know where this ridiculous notion came from, but for the love of the Holy Ones, people need to stop spreading the idea that only those willing to oath themselves to Loki can worship Him or call themselves Lokeans. If you’ve been telling others that it’s impossible for anybody to love or be loved by Loki without a marriage-oath, you should shut the fuck up right now and think about what you’re saying, and also consider all the people — many of whom have honored Him for far longer than you probably have — whom you’re dismissing, ignoring, and maybe even hurting by spreading this garbage.

If you are a Lokean god-spouse, by all means, enjoy it and Him, but also remember that you are the consort of a deity. He’s a god, for crying out loud, not the cool guy from that Thor movie or your own personal version of Drop Dead Fred. Don’t give those who hate both Him and His folk any more cause to insult His judgment, worth, or divine status by treating His other folk as if they don’t matter as much to Loki or cannot possibly understand Him like you do. Because I guarantee you, no matter how devoted you think you are, how much you love Him, or how often you talk to Him, there are things you don’t know or understand about Loki that other people do. Try to learn from them instead of invalidating their experiences. It’s worth it. I know this from experience, too.

I love Loki, and I want Him to be loved by as many people as are willing to love Him. And love comes in a myriad of forms, intensities, and expressions. It’s not my place to judge other people’s relationships with Him, and I am not worthy of determining whose love is more valid, meaningful or heartfelt. Neither are you.

On Being A Catalyst: Lokeans And The Trickster Role

Published July 12, 2011 by Elizabeth

I don’t know how many times I’ve heard or seen someone new to a real-life group of Northern religionists, or an email list or  message forum of same, get themselves into the center of attention and start flyting away in Loki’s name, mostly with what they think are clever observations about others, or else generalized shots in the dark which they hope will hit a target. If you haven’t yet encountered this phenomenon, online or offline, hang around enough liberal Heathen or Pagan groups long enough and eventually someone like this will turn up. Almost always, they’ll claim a kinship with or self-identify as a “trickster.” They may actually be a devotee of another deity than Loki, or someone who has decided to take the label of “trickster” for whatever reason, but right now I’m discussing a specific sort of Lokean, not Discordians or other folks, because that’s with whom I have the most personal experience, and because that’s who annoys me the most, for reasons I’ll get into below.

Sadly, while many of these types are amusing and mostly harmless, and not everyone who uses “trickster” as a self-descriptor is necessarily obnoxious, many of them are. Some are unbelievably arrogant. “I’m here to show all of you your weaknesses,” one of them actually declared, to the amusement of a group of far snarkier and wittier fellow Lokeans, all of whom were strangers to this person. “It’s my job to break down other people’s illusions,” is something I’ve heard a few times as a justification for why someone makes generalized statements that make no sense. Then there are the half-assed attempts at provocative statements, supposedly for the sake of shocking people out of their comfortable ruts, whether they need to be shocked or not. Often, there is bragging about one’s “chaotic” deeds and how Loki-like they are. This sort of behavior, which is often unprovoked and usually ends up with the perpetrator being asked to leave or summarily banned by those who just want to socialize without some twit interrupting, is the biggest reason why Loki’s people in general have a bad reputation…and not just among more conservative folks who might be against the worship of Loki altogether.

I’m willing to bet that there are many people who would just shrug and say “Eh, whatever floats your boat” to the likes of us, were it not for those who believe that liking Loki, or feeling akin to Him, or even being tapped by Him, means that they have to immediately start acting like jackasses and talking smack — for the good of everyone else, of course. Now, I’m not going to deny that there are people out there who could use a good dose of reality, nor will I argue that anybody (Lokeans or not) should stand by and let real wrongs and injustices pass without comment or criticism. I’m not saying that rocking the boat is a bad thing, in and of itself. Sometimes it can’t be avoided. But there’s something important that many of these self-appointed bringers of chaos appear to be overlooking, with their posturing and smugness: being the person who points out uncomfortable truths usually makes you the one whom others are going to blame when trouble comes as a result, even if in the end they have to accept what you’ve said.

Understand that I am not talking about making fun of people just for the hell of it (which I have been guilty of doing), or having a much-needed talk with a close companion in the interest of working through problems. I’m not above poking people, and I’d rather be honest with those I love and admire than continue to let misunderstandings exist between us. When I say “pointing out uncomfortable truths,” I’m talking about the speaking of things that everyone knows but that no one is willing to say, things that must be recognized for the whole picture to emerge and for change to occur. I’m talking about pointing out when “common sense ” becomes insensible, and when the letter of the law is more important that its spirit, and when honesty and accountability are the first things to go out the window as people are running scared. I’m talking about things that, when spoken aloud, stop people in their tracks because they’re so shameful, unpleasant, embarrassing or upsetting, that even bystanders may not want to think about them.

Most people like to tell themselves that everything is just fine rather than admit that the system is broken, and they like to imagine that no one sees their weaknesses, unable to see for themselves how these drive their behavior as much as their strengths do. We all know this, mostly about other people. You can probably think of several examples right now, off the top of your head. It’s always easier to point out what other people’s problems are; we’ll get back to that later. For now, I’m saying that if you do find yourself with the sacred task of speaking strong truth — and it is sacred, mark my words — you aren’t going to get away with it unscathed.

Think about this: Loki didn’t get away with it. At all. It wasn’t even about killing Baldur, if you pay attention to the account in Lokasenna. It was about going into a hall full of people who were supposed to be His friends (whether or not They always acted in kind towards Him is another story), and metaphorically hanging out the dirty laundry of Asgard for all to see. That was the reason why Loki was finally captured and punished. Once the Aesir caught up with Loki, He was forced to watch the destruction of His family, confined to a cavern, bound with the guts of his own half-grown child, and tortured for endless seasons, mostly because He said things nobody wanted to hear, some of which might have even best been left unsaid. No, that wasn’t all to the dislike of Loki expressed by some of the Aesir, I’m sure, but it’s interesting that it wasn’t Baldur’s death, but Aegir’s ill-fated feast, which was the last straw for Them.

That is what happens to the liminal figure who reinforces the dominant paradigm by pointing out its insufficiencies — basically, to anybody who walks the archetypal road of the Trickster, which so many of Loki’s own fondly imagine we are doing. It’s a thankless job, really. Nobody likes a tattletale, especially when you’re tattling on everyone at once and exposing their complicity in keeping the lie alive. Nobody likes to have their fears, prejudices, or cowardice exposed where they cannot hide or deny it. So there is always fallout. At best, the Trickster is made into the Fool, who is laughed at, mocked, and only taken seriously in the privacy of one’s own innermost thoughts, when there is no hiding from the Self. At worst…well, Lokasenna describes the worst that can happen, because it isn’t just Loki who suffers for His actions, in the end; it’s also His innocent wife and sons, one of whom is uncontrollably slain by the other right before Their horrified parents’ eyes. That’s a drastic and uncommon example for most humans…but that’s the kind of price you might have to pay, depending on what you say, and to whom, and how true and unwanted it is.

If people who aspire to be like Loki think for one second that they can say whatever they want, do as they want, and make the kind of accusations that Loki does, and escape without some kind of reckoning, they clearly aren’t getting it. I would also argue that they haven’t really accomplished what they think they’ve accomplished, because all too often, the only way you know that your actions or words have made a real difference is by how much inconvenience it causes you afterwards. There’s always backlash of some kind, small or large. You cannot escape that. It’s a part of the Trickster’s mojo, part of the responsibility of living that role. It sucks, and if you’re really one of the people whose fate or wyrd it is to say to others the things they are unwilling to even admit to themselves, then you’re eventually going to suffer just for doing your job.

I’ve had to do this myself, unwillingly and sometimes unknowingly. I don’t like it. It hasn’t been very humorous or even very fun. It has cost me friendships, respect, and many sleepless nights. It isn’t because I’m “doing it wrong,” though. I’m willing to accept responsibility for my own behavior when I have been wrong, but otherwise, seeing things from the other side of this role that so many people think is just a clever reason to act naughty, I can’t help but feel sad, shortchanged, angry, and appalled at how unjust it can be to actually walk in Loki’s shoes, even in a small way. It doesn’t make you more popular or more loved, and the knowledge that it is necessary often doesn’t compensate for what you have to give up in return.

Anybody who goes around bragging about how they leave an aftermath of chaos behind them, just like Loki, either isn’t as original and controversial as they think they are, or hasn’t really stood in the place that Loki (and others like Him) occupies in myth and in society. People who really have had to do this don’t brag about it much. They may admit to it, they may even discuss it with others, but it isn’t a point of pride with them, if they’ve really been paying attention. They know that few people are going to understand, anyway. It isn’t something that you wear like a badge in order to get other people to fear and respect you. In fact, you don’t get to take much credit for it because it’s not something you control. Loki certainly does things just for shits and giggles — bad or annoying or unnecessary things — but there is much about His story, if you read it closely, that reveals less manipulative behavior on His part than is often assigned, in hindsight and from the hostile point of view that nothing good can come from having someone like Him around.

Part of the Trickster’s contrary power lies in having good intentions, and we all know where that gets you. Part of that power is based on something like innocence or naivete, a kind of giddy trust that seems to be peculiar to people who serve this function. What touches me most when I read what’s in the primary sources about Loki is how sincere He seems, throughout much of His story, about winning over the Aesir, and how hapless He is when the results of His snap decisions come back to bite Him in the ass. Take, for example, the promise to bring Idunna and Her apples to Thiazi, and the end result — Loki bringing both of Them back to Asgard, the one returned and freed from captivity, the other slain. I don’t see a cunning plot on Loki’s behalf there so much as the Trickster doing what tricksters do — breaking the rules, making everybody suffer for it along with him, but ultimately making things better in the end.

The biggest lesson I’ve learned from Loki, both from knowing Him as my beloved fulltrui and husband, and from reading His stories in the primary sources, is that if you’ve got the mojo, no matter what you do to either avoid or enable change, you don’t necessarily get to pick and choose when or how you trigger people’s issues or show how seriously screwed the system is. Guess what else? You also aren’t exempt from having to deal with your own baggage along the way, or from having someone else hold a painfully clear mirror up to your own face. In fact, if you go around trying to point out other people’s faults and all the things they are unwilling to acknowledge, you had better make damned sure that your own inner house is in order, and that you are keenly self-aware. Otherwise, you’re in for a rude awakening. This is why, when I was asked to write “Loki’s Lesson” for Raven Kaldera’s Jotunbok, I wrote about how you’d better be honest with yourself even if you’re never honest with anybody else. I may be full of hubris for saying this, but to me, the most heart-wrenching thing I’ve seen about Loki is that, until He was finally imprisoned after his ill-advised speech in Aegir’s hall, He seemed not to understand His own motives were about the desire for love and acceptance. Being a Lokean means having self-knowledge if you want to avoid Loki’s fate, whether you’ve got the Trickster thing going or not — and that means not deciding you’re there to point other people’s human weaknesses when your own, like pride, insecurity, or the desire for attention, are there on display from the get-go.

If all this sounds scary, well…it is, kind of. If it makes you think that people are better off not having anything to do with Loki or Tricksters of any sort, good luck avoiding them. Gods (and people) like Loki are necessary. The ancients recognized this. That’s why Loki appears in more tales in the Eddas than any other god. It isn’t because everything bad that happens is His fault, or that there needs to be a guy in a black hat versus all the guys in the white hats, or even because He is simply a folkloric figure added by later writers to make the old tales more interesting, as I’ve heard some people argue. It’s because the ancestors, with all their careful rules and customs for maintaining a healthy tribal society organized around family lines, still knew that if someone isn’t around to be the catalyst for constant evaluation and resultant, necessary change, the whole system might fall apart. It’s because they understood that the gods are not perfect, and that someone — one of Them, not one of us — needs to be around to point it out, lest both They and we forget. It’s because they knew all too well that somebody has to dwell in the place between innangardh and utangardh, which isn’t a clear, sharp line but rather, a gradual shading from one thing into another. If you live in that place as well, you already know all this, and you’ve probably been shaking your head at certain other Lokeans for a while now, too.

So, you might now be saying, is there anything good and not-sucky about this? Yes, there is. Sometimes you get to see positive change happen and know that you were a part of instigating it. Sometimes you go through the tears and arguments and come out on the other side with better relationships and new perspectives. Sometimes, admittedly, there is just the sheer, selfish joy of watching your enemies squirm around and finally have to give in and admit that you were right. More than any of these, however, there is is knowing that your words are needed, that the things you’ve said are what helps things evolve and stops them from imploding or just fading away. Many kings and queens had fools around, people who jested and used humor to make their point, who were allowed to say things for which others would have been hanged or exiled. The best of them knew how to wield their power wisely and well, so that the criticisms imparted were received in the same spirit they were given — sincerely and in goodwill. It is a wonderful thing to be able to do that, and a worthy skill to cultivate, because it makes the telling less difficult for all concerned.

There is also this: no one understand better than Loki how frustrating it is to be honest and yet be resented for it, or to make what you think is an ordinary observation and have disapprobation heaped upon you, or to finally work up the guts to say what you know is right but have been too afraid to say aloud, only to have your worst fears justified. Loki knows about all of this. It’s what He has done, what He still does, even now.  He understands both the power and the pain inherent in being a catalyst, a critic, a dweller on the fringes, a Fool, a Trickster. If this is what you must do, as His devotee or just because it’s in the cards for this lifetime, remember that there is Someone out there who knows exactly what it’s like. You can find comfort in that, a good deal of wry humor, and fellow-feeling there, too. Loki may not always be gentle or polite, and He is certainly not honest at all times, but in this case, when you find yourself unable to do other than speak what others will not speak out loud, there is nobody better qualified to guide you — whether you’re doing it in His name or not.

Reading back over this, I think I’ve done a crappy job of showing Loki and Lokeans, including myself, in a good light, and I haven’t made a convincing argument for the acceptance of His worship in modern Northern religion. I haven’t backed up my claims with any sources, academic or otherwise, and I’ve probably left some things hanging without much of an explanation. But I didn’t write this for people who don’t understand or like Loki, who need a citation for every statement made, or for those who are content to see Him merely as a Norse “bad boy.” I didn’t write it to convince anybody who is determined to remain unconvinced.

I wrote it because I was feeling lonely and sad, thinking of some of the things I’ve talked about above. However, I’m fairly certain I’m not the only person who’s had these sorts of thoughts, either about walking the Trickster road or about Loki Himself. Nor do I believe I’m the only one who’s personally experienced what it can be like to do His job, even in a minor way. I wanted you to know, if Loki or someone else hasn’t already told you, that it isn’t just you. You aren’t alone, but you do have to take what strength and goodness you can from it despite being ignored, mocked, castigated, or vilified. You won’t always get it right — even He doesn’t, not every time — and you won’t always be able to see where anything good came from all the fuss, but the function is needed anyway. Just like Loki — necessary, no matter how difficult to cope with. My hope is that I can learn to love this occasional Job as much as I love Him, and that I can keep my ego out of it when I find myself in that situation one more time. I don’t know about you, but I have a long way to go.

You Are Not Powerless To Do Something About The Gulf Oil Spill

Published June 4, 2010 by Elizabeth

So many people have expressed anger, sorrow and a desire to pin the blame on someone for the Gulf oil disaster, but few seem to be offering any solutions or doing anything about it — including, sadly, a number of Pagans. “But I feel I can’t do anything from here!” is a common response when this is brought up.

Bullshit. There are always things we can do and it doesn’t matter if the non-Pagan world considers our religion a sham and our beliefs fairy tales. Practical action is a lot less glamorous than casting airy spells for “earth balance,” but there are things even the most house-bound, impoverished, time-constrained of us can do, and the more of us that do them the more of an impact it makes.

Put your money where your mouths are, Pagans. Let’s spend less time arguing on Internet forms, already, and more time doing something.

Stay Informed:

Deepwater Horizon Response is the official BP response site. It has up-to-date news on the attempt to cap the gusher. You can also file a claim, find resources for volunteering, report incidents and oiled wildlife and express your opinions about proposed actions.

Environmental news websites such as Mother Nature Network, Treehugger and Grist have a number of features about the devastating effects of the oil spill disaster on local wildlife.

The Rachel Maddow Show on MSNBC has been doing a lot of investigative reporting about the disaster. (Link is to the show’s blog.) Boston.com has also published a number of photographs which express better than any words can the extent of this nightmare.

Local news sources from affected Gulf states (Louisiana, Alabama, Mississippi, Florida) often provide detailed updates about wildlife affected and possible or actual oil on beaches.

Make A Fuss:

Call or write to your Senators and Representatives. Call or write to the President. Be calm and polite, but get the point across in no uncertain terms.

Tell them how disappointed you are at the federal government’s response thus far. Tell them that you expect better than this. Tell them that you’re willing for your taxes to pay for the cleanup so long as BP gets the bill at the end. Tell them that the damage from this accident is likely to have repercussions far beyond the 2012 election year, and that you will vote with that in mind. Regardless of whether or not you agree with what I’ve suggested, they need to hear from us, the people on whose behalf they are supposed to work to keep corporations from negligent behavior that leads to accidents like this.

If you live outside the U.S., contact your government to express your concern and ask them to put pressure on the U.S. to get this taken care of ASAP.

Sign some of the many online petitions that now exist.

Focus on action rather than political finger-pointing. It’s not George W. Bush’s fault any more than it is Barack Obama’s fault. It’s not a liberal versus conservative issue. The oil isn’t going to magically avoid the homes of people who vote just like you, nor did the explosion that killed the DH workers discriminate between Republicans and Democrats.

Sign your real name. Give whoever answers the phone your name, city and state. Anonymous messages are worth less than the paper they’re written on or the air used to voice them.

And tell them you’re Pagan. Tell them that the oil spill is a desecration of something you hold sacred — the oceans that gave us life in the beginning. Come out of the closet for this insofar as you are able without risking your job or custody of your kids. Let your elected officials know that that Pagans do vote, and we do care, and that no, we aren’t just a bunch of greenie weirdos running around in “fucking Stevie Nicks hippie clothes,” as is shrieked in Sid and Nancy. We are people with intelligence who pay attention to the news, and yes, we expect those in charge to do something about this clusterfuck. Now.

Give Time and/or Money:

If you can, volunteer. If you live near the affected areas and have room in your residence to house volunteers who need a place to stay, find out how you can offer that. The Deepwater Horizon Response link above has a few state-by-state resources for those looking to give their time and work towards the disaster clean-up.

If you would like to donate to a reliable organization towards relief efforts in the Gulf and don’t already have a recipient in mind, the Ocean Conservancy is seeking funds for its rapid response teams currently in the are, which are geared towards helping affected humans as well as wildlife.

However, also consider that we ordinary Americans are not the ones who should be paying for this…even though in another sense, we already are paying and will continue to pay for decades. Please also write to your elected officials urging them to exert pressure on BP to fund the entire cleanup.

Change Your Life:

We’re Pagans, right? We view the Earth as sacred. We have relationships with the gods, the spirits, the earth. Or so we like to tell ourselves and everyone else who will listen. Now seems like a good time to prove it. In addition to the things I’ve already suggested, there are many other things you can do.

Seriously cut down the amount of driving you do — not just until this disaster is “over” but from now on. Get rid of your car (or one of your cars) if possible. Stop using so much freaking plastic. Push for renewable, sustainable energy by supporting organizations who do and electing officials who are serious about finding ways for us to reduce our dependency on oil. Eat less meat or go vegetarian entirely, and for the love of Jord stop buying bottled water altogether! All of these things make a difference in how much oil we need.

Do you really need another $15 silver pentagram necklace? Why not donate to the Nature Conservancy instead, which beats big business at its own game by buying up endangered land and thus keeping it safe from development? If you don’t like TNC, find an environmental group that does reflect your beliefs about the way the Earth ought to be treated and give them your time, money and/or public support.

Pick up your trash. Pick up other people’s trash. Don’t argue that it isn’t your problem — it is, especially if you claim to be “sensitive” and “aware” of the sacred energies of Nature and yet you still walk by that McDonald’s wrapper or plastic bottle lying on the ground. You have even less of an excuse than, say, a Christian or a Jew does. They at least aren’t going around leaving trash in their own churches and temples.

Join your local Audubon Society and learn about the wildlife in your area — what it is, how it survives, how it’s affected by what we humans do. Get to know the land-wights and spirits of your local ecosystem. Pay them homage, develop a relationship with them and never, ever forget that we owe our continued existence to such as these. Nature is a part of our lives. We are a part of it. There is no way to separate the two, no matter where you live. That is what Paganism is all about.

Last but certainly not least…pray. Pray that the damage from this season’s hurricanes impede the clean-up as minimally as possible. Pray for the safety of the brave people working to cap the gusher, for the engineers and scientists seeking a permanent solution, for those directly involved in the clean-up and those trying to prevent the spill from spreading. Pray for the fisherman and oil riggers who are currently out of work and for the families of those killed when the Deepwater Horizon exploded. Pray for strength and unity as we work together to solve this crisis and prevent future ones.

Make your way down to the shore and pray to the gods of the oceans, to the spirits of the sea and the creatures that live in it. Give them gifts and offerings. (I do not recommend a bottle of Penzoil.) Give them your sorrow and regret. Give them your oath that you will help mitigate this terrible thing. Give them your love and gratitude for everything They have given to you and promise that you will do what you can to make sure it never happens again. Then go home and start. You’re only as powerless as you make yourself.

EDIT: Author Cherie Priest’s blog lists even more resources for taking action as well as offering suggestions I didn’t cover above. Check it out!

On The Vagaries Of Jord

Published January 18, 2010 by Elizabeth

When something catastrophic happens on the order of the recent earthquake in Haiti, certain responses crop up again and again. Yeah, you get people like Pat Robertson, who has been castigated all over the Internet as well as in print and broadcast media for his remarks. That sort of thing is predictable and unsurprising. Of course people with an agenda are going to use events like this to “prove” why their pet theories about the way the world works are right. They have so little else to go on, you see, and deep down they know it.

Unfortunately, this goes for people like us as well. It’s…interesting, the things that we compassionate, spiritual, enlightened Pagans have to say when an earthquake happens and deprives other people of their lives, property and happiness:

“They obviously pissed off the lwa.” Maybe they did and maybe they didn’t. I wouldn’t know. But I bet most of the people wisely nodding their heads and making this statement don’t know, either. Just because you’re a Pagan doesn’t mean that you suddenly have the authority to judge other people’s relationships with their gods, or that you have a line into what every god may or may not consider worthy of retribution. Would you want people judging your relationships with your gods that way if something terrible happens to you?

“The planet is shaking off excess population; it’s just natural selection.” This actually makes sense in a sad and terrible way. Jord and the spirits of our lands are most likely well aware of what species is responsible for most of the planetary unpleasantness going on, and it sure as Hel isn’t the Arctic fox or the platypus. On the other hand, would the people who say this every time some place full of poor brown people gets wiped out by a disaster be so glib about it if the disaster was that their hometown was under ten feet of water or leveled in a terrible earthquake? I doubt it.

“It must be their karma.” Uh, no. Saying that it’s their collective karma is like saying that every one of the men, women and children who are suffering right now in Haiti did something to earn that — and if they personally didn’t, than they earned it by having the misfortune to be born in that country. Way to blame the victims and still sound “spiritual.”

“They should have planned for something like this.” When you are dirt poor already it’s hard to stash away emergency supplies because just living through the day is about survival. As for Haiti’s government… are you going to rely on your government to help you find food, water, shelter and medical care? Ask the folks in New Orleans how well that worked. If you are reasonably prepared for any eventuality, good for you…but I’m willing to bet that most people making this remark are not.

Although they annoy me, I believe that these remarks are born of fear rather than real cruelty — fear that the speaker may face something like this one day, and an accompanying but seldom-voiced belief that if one can rationalize what happened as being the fault of those experiencing it, one can somehow avoid it happening to oneself as well. For all I know, Pat Robertson said what he did out of similar fear. But he is speaking from a different world-view than mine, and I am not going to go into my disagreement with his point of view here. I do think that we Pagans, of all people, ought to know that we can’t dismiss disasters as being anybody’s fault or blame people for being unprepared for how bad things can get when it comes to the vagaries of Jord.

This is because we, for the most part, view the planet as alive and sentient in a way people like Pat Robertson do not. Regardless of our theological views on Her, the fact is that the living Earth takes no prisoners and makes no moral judgment calls. She doesn’t care about innocent or guilty, right or wrong. Her weather patterns were never harmless even before human interference in the climate. Her geology works according to its own timetable and its own system of checks and balances, and there’s nothing we can do about it. Something is always going to wind up dead when the earth moves or when the volcano erupts or when the tidal wave comes ashore. It was somebody else this time, but next time it could be you.

The Earth is not merely our nurturing Mother, after all. She is glorious and terrible, indiscriminate in both the giving and taking of life, and Her body absorbs the bodies of the dead even while it sustains the bodies of the living. That is why She is deserving of worship. That is why we cannot hope to pin the blame for what happens during a natural disaster on the people who are its victims. Yes, we can build our houses better and further from danger zones, we can prepare for eventualities, we can mobilize and rescue and recover when the damage is done…but we cannot tell the Earth not to do what She will. We can only pay our respects to Her power, mourn the dead, succor the survivors and be more careful the next time around in the hope that it will make a difference.

If you are so inclined, please consider clicking the graphic on the right (scroll down if necessary) and making a donation to Doctors Without Borders. There are also many other worthy charities and groups trying to make things better in Haiti right now. If you can’t donate or volunteer but want to do something, pray. It can’t hurt, and may actually help.

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