Tuesday, June 18, 2013

The Inverted Mirror

Given some of the recent events in Europe; particularly Spain, France, Greece, and the UK,  and the fact that America is inundated with a similar movement in our own culture, I thought it was time to link to a couple of things:
It is a much longer essay version that has often been condensed into his Eternal Fascism: 14 Ways of Looking at a Blackshirt.

While they might not seem similar on the surface, consider this: the changes in culture and politics during the 1960s was fueled in part by education. Meanwhile, in reference to Eco's work, fascism is in part fueled by ignorance. His 14th point makes this exceedingly clear:
Ur-Fascism speaks Newspeak.
Newspeak was invented by Orwell, in Nineteen Eighty-Four, as the official language of what he called Ingsoc, English Socialism. But elements of Ur-Fascism are common to different forms of dictatorship. All the Nazi or Fascist schoolbooks made use of an impoverished vocabulary, and an elementary syntax, in order to limit the instruments for complex and critical reasoning. But we must be ready to identify other kinds of Newspeak, even if they take the apparently innocent form of a popular talk show.
 Finally:
The first is an odd story - with a very strange character at its heart. It is about how in the 1950s the richest man in the world, an oil billionaire in Texas, invented a new form of television journalism. It pretended to be objective and balanced but in fact it was hard core right-wing propaganda. It was way ahead of its time because, in its fake neutrality, it prefigured the rise of the ultraconservative right-wing media of the 1990s - like Fox News, with its copyrighted slogan, "Fair and Balanced".
The billionaire was called H. L. Hunt - Haroldson Lafayette Hunt. He made his fortune in the early 1930s by getting hold of one of the biggest oil fields in America - in the pine forests of East Texas. He was a ruthless, driven man and from early on he became absolutely convinced that he had superhuman qualities that made him different from other humans.
 I think they all tie together fairly nicely.

Be seeing you,
Faust.

Monday, June 17, 2013

Mournful Songs

“The second phenomenon with which goetes regularly were connected was singing and more broadly music of all kinds. The Suda and Cosmas defined goeteia as an act of “calling upon” (epiklesis) the dead; earlier sources repeatedly connected goeteia with the epoide, or chanted song. The Dactyls were credited both with the invention of various forms of music and with the composition of epoidai. Their student Orpheus, of course, was the most famous singer of all – by classical times we find him using his lyre and his voice to persuade the gods of the dead to release the soul of his wife, and by Varro's day he was known as the author of a book called the Lyre, which taught others how to invoke souls through music as well. The crediting of such a book to Orpheus verifies that in ancient eyes what Orpheus did with his music was not really different from the way a goes used epoidai or the incantations written on curse tablets to call up a soul, even if Orpheus and the goes desired the souls they invoked for very different reasons. Broadly, all of these connections between invocation of souls and song are part of a belief in the ability of all kinds of sound to enchant the individual soul.

But we need not go so far afield in proving the importance of this association between goeteia and song, for it is attested by the very term itself. As already noted, goes and its cognates are built from the same root as the older words goös and goao. This makes sense: the goes, like the lamenter, wishes to communicate with the realm of the dead...” (p. 111-112)

“[...] the second way of understanding the connection is to remember the role that music played in communicating with souls and with the powers of the Underworld: since mystery religions depended upon an intimate knowledge of how the Underworld worked, the highly talented singer could also become an excellent initiator. This point can be inferred from the fact that an Orphic poem entitled Journey to the Underworld (Katabasis) included doctrines important to mysteries, but it is also made very nicely by Orpheus himself, in the opening lines of his Argonautica, when he claims that everything he sings to mortals about the Underworld was learned when he descended to Hades, “trusting in my cithara, driven by love for my wife.” The Argonautica is late in the tradition, but articulates what the Journey to the Underworld and other works from Orphic literature imply: Orpheus knew what he did because he had special connections to the powers of the Underworld, and he was able to make those connections because he was a good singer; now, as a good singer, he would pass his knowledge on. There is a fluid triangularity between music, mysteries, and goeteia that operates in all directions. Some mythic figures or religious milieux emphasize two of the sides in preference to, or even exclusion of, the third (we never hear of Musaeus or Eumolpus interacting with the dead in extant sources), but the structure as a whole hangs together, and at least once was crystallized into a single figure, Orpheus himself.” (P. 114 – 115.)
- Sarah Iles Johnston, Restless Dead: Encounters between the Living and the Dead in Ancient Greece. University of California Press, 1999.

Sunday, June 16, 2013

Images from Dominus Flevit and Kefr Kilkis [EDITED]

I first came across mentions of Kefr Kilkis – one of the places where the earliest Christians settled and artifacts have been discovered that predate the Gospels – in Peter Lamborn Wilson's Shower of Stars and have looked for images of the finds periodically since running into it. In fact, Wilson's comments regarding the finds there never left my mind. And while they may be incorrect in some cases, I liked them enough that I shoved them at Ryan Valentine during the writing of one of the Sutras of the Poison Buddha:
“In the village of Kefr Kilkis, near Hebron, a large body of believers settled after the fall of Jerusalem and buried their dead under inscribed tombstones. These constitute almost the whole corpus of Christian art prior to the Roman Catacombs, and are thus immensely significant. Why are they not more widely known?

Each stone is carved in the rough outline of an angel, sometimes combined with a “Jacob’s Ladder” shape. The symbols include birds and animals, trees and crosses, sun-wheels and variants of the “star out of Jacob,” reminiscent of the Sumerogram for “deity,” a simple shining star. Detached heads and erected phalluses are also seen. Most intriguingly for us, the stones also include many inscriptions – but in an unknown alphabet. Later Jewish magic makes much use of “angelic scripts,” often represented as patterns of stars, and it seems clear that Kefr Kilkis stones must be seen (if never deciphered) in this context. It also seems quite probable that Kefr Kilkis represents a graphic rendition of the glossalia or speaking in tongues described by St. Paul and apparently practiced by all the early Churches as one of the charismata promised by Jesus himself…

We may assume that Kefr Kilkis inscriptions were susceptible of interpretation by the inspired leaders and prophets of the sect. Who can say how much of this material, “revealed by spirits,” Angels, perhaps even by the risen Jesus, might have made its way into the Gospels (which are later than Kefr Kilkis)? The first Christian “book” is unreadable – a true bible of lost dreams, long-forgotten visions that left behind them signs carved in stone, inscribed with stars, and dedicated to the process of becoming an Angel.”
- Peter Lamborn Wilson, Shower of Stars: The Initiatic Dream in Sufism and Taoism.
Incidentally, I recently came across a copy of Buried Angels and was pleased to discover that the author had a piece on Kefr Kilkis... as well as some of the images I was looking for. 
“In July of 1960, in the village of Kefr Kilkis outside of Hebron, an Arab digging in the field by his home made a discovery on a par with the Dead Sea Scrolls, but which no one outside the tiny world of academic Biblical studies has yet heard of. The man unearthed, among fragments of human bones, strange doll-like and doll-sized figures. It was an ancient cemetery filled with esoteric manikins marked with crosses and unintelligible writing, which looked like nothing so much as an army of petrified ghosts.

During his discussion on the items (in a section entitled “The Tomb of the Angels”), the author compares the finds at Kefr Kilkis to ossuaries found at Dominus Flevit:


Plants depicted growing beside an Ossuary at Dominus Flevit. Note the way one of the plants has been turned into a Cross.

But perhaps most fascinating about the Kefr Kilkis finds is that many of the mannikins that were found bear depictions of plants growing – much like ossuaries at Dominus Flevit – and so does the Chrism vials that were found. Given some of the quotes I have pilfered from Earl Lee's book, and the fact that the imagery ties in with his theories, I wanted to post those images:

With circumsized penis (?!)

Chrism vial found at Kefr Kilkis
Happy sunday. hahaha.

Jack.

[EDIT]: I realized some of these images may simply be grave markers and have edited the entry accordingly, as well as adding a quote from Buried Angels.

Friday, June 14, 2013

Among the Cannibal Christians

Mr. Earl Lee, who wrote From the Bodies of the Gods, dropped by and linked me to his blog for additional resources regarding the material in his book. The entries are freaking awesome. ... Which means that I can probably look forward to a few strolls through JSTOR in the coming weeks.

I've added his blog to my bloglinks, and already spent perhaps too much time today reading through some of the things he samples. I'm really digging all the information on honey I've seen so far.

Go check that awesome shizzle out, mang.

Faust.

Late Night Viewings. [EDIT]





Many thanks to the excellent fellow that linked this earlier.

[EDIT]: Even if I disagree with elements,  this is DELIGHTFUL.

Thursday, June 13, 2013

A Follow-Up


Following up on the Supper left at the park...
“It smells like a dump and sewage,” said Alfred Lobatos Jr., a nearby resident who was out biking with his son, Alfred Lobatos III, on Monday.

Both were perched curiously on the pier right by the crowds of local children playing in the park's playground. They were watching a neighborhood volunteer fish out the remaining dead catfish from the pond, using a branch and some netting.

Earlier they had watched the city's cleanup efforts. “One of the city guys said, 'The water's hot. It's not supposed to be like that,'” Alfred Lobatos III said.

Jose Ibarra, who works on maintenance for the facilities at Southside Park, watched the cleanup crew in action. “They just left with a trailer filled with fish,” said Ibarra. “Not full of it, but you know fish are heavy, so they had to come back.”

City spokeswoman Linda Tucker said the fish kill was the result of an algal bloom – a rapid increase in the population of algae – that quickly starved the pond of oxygen, killing fish and plants in large numbers.

A peculiar foul smell at the pond was noticed the week of Memorial Day. The city was contacted and sent out a contracted park management company, which confirmed an algal bloom...”

“Tucker said she is certain only one treatment is necessary, and that as the pond's health improves, the smell will dissipate.

About 30 dead fish were removed Sunday morning and about 80 dead fish were removed Monday. Tucker said the city would be out every morning until the situation is resolved.

Tucker was thankful that a voter-approved sales tax is providing funds to help maintain ponds in city parks. “As a result of Measure U, we now have the resources to hire a pond management company, helping us keep the ponds as healthy as we can,” she said.

There were no other reported fish kills in the 230 parks across the city.”
- Video: Algae kills scores of fish in Sacramento park's pondby Ellen Le.
Published: Tuesday, Jun. 11, 2013 - 12:00 am | Page 3B
Last Modified: Thursday, Jun. 13, 2013 - 9:53 am
 Obviously, I can't take any credit on this. But it is the fastest I've ever seen the city to respond to such a thing. I think the combination of the meal and multiple complaints by nearby residents to the city and the paper worked out well. I also might not be totally insane.

Wild.

Faust.

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Prices, Magick & Pop Culture

In response to my complaints about the Rumpelstiltskin meme from Once Upon A Time and such, Taylor Elwood has added a few additional comments that I quite liked:
“But I think that Jack, and others miss perhaps a more subtle message that is implicit in that statement of magic coming at a price. It’s a negative message, a negative belief about magic and what it costs. If you watch Once Upon a Time, magic is treated as this corrupting force, this power that can’t really be controlled, which makes the people who practice it become complete asses to everyone. I don’t buy it, don’t really agree with it, but I see it as an example of mainstream culture using pop culture to comment on magic, to paint it in a very specific light (ironically in the process just making it more attractive). All magic comes with a price…and that price is the sacrifice of your child or something else you don’t want to give, but that you’ll willingly give for something you prize more. when magic is looked at that way it becomes both something tragic and malicious…pity the magician who has fallen sway to the forces of darkness, while recognizing all over again that magic is something a person shouldn’t dabble in.”
He is correct that the treatment of such subject matter is pretty common in America. He is also correct that the source of the show – Disney – is a pretty common proponent of such ideas. This fact doesn't really bother me; except when it influences younger magicians or (perish the thought!) older Pagans and magicians who really ought to know better. With a few notable exceptions, the treatment of magic in entertainment normally comes with the subtle suggestion that to perform such acts is at least dishonorable, if not outright evil.

As someone who views magickal acts as morally neutral in most cases (“intent” is only part of it; you can easily fuck things up for someone else while “intending” to help them), I very much try my best to simply ignore such cultural suggestions and baggage. But I am nonetheless aware of it.

On the other hand, earlier today I was browsing a Chaos Magick forum and saw someone asking what the 'going rate' for 'souls' was. I assume the individual was being sarcastic, but I've actually met a few other Chaotes over the years that really believed you could 'sell' your soul. And despite having been young enough and pissed off enough to consider doing so, I've yet to meet a daimon interested in 'purchasing' my soul. Rather, the trope of 'selling one's soul' seems to be a corruption of the medieval 'pact.' The pact was a formal alliance; an agreement between the spirit (daimon) and the magician to either look out for each other over a length of time, or perform actions on behalf of one another to bring about a specific event (wealth, love, Gnosis, etc). A notable change occurred during the production of the 'Faust' tales I – knowingly and with humor – take my magical pseudonym from. A big part of the joke for me is that you can't sell your soul, but you can certainly be easily beguiled and mislead (either due to your own errors in judgment, or by a tricksy spirit). The latter part is something I consider actually instructive in plays and stories revolving around such tropes. Should you actually find love or something like that? Don't let either Mephistopheles or your fears push you into abandoning it. The pact, meanwhile, remains a possible action today as it did in the past, however, and magicians the world over still practice it.

As a final comment: that meme isn't heavily circulated on occult and pagan blogs; but it makes the rounds on Facebook and forums, which was where I first began seeing it. VVF had actually brought it to my attention, and shortly thereafter I saw a dozen examples of it from various folks, and mostly boggled over seeing it so much. Since complaining about it, I actually haven't seen it again.

Jack.

Blogs, Booze, and Plants.

Earlier today, I was pleased to see Herr Doktor Phil discuss some solutions for the squabbling that has going on in the bloggosphere and elsewhere on the 'net. I especially liked the solution for finances, which is similar to what Sannion seems to do when he needs to build cash for one of his projects.

Although, frankly, I'd just like to see more sources to pilfer regarding Hermes Kthonios. I also don't think $20 is gonna convince to write about Goetia, because again, this person probably knows of scholarly material that I'd like to yoink for... reasons. But I'll still look at how funds are and what bills are left to pay around the end of the month and either send some cash his way or at the very least throw down a blessing on one of the Days o' Jupiter for this person. Because I like how hirs thinking, and the material he puts out. If you want to learn more about any Graeco-Roman, or Celtic gods/spirits/heroes, now is a good time to invest in this person for additional information.

Meanwhile, while I'm not a hard polytheist and I won't even be considering going silent next month, there will be points where I'm silent because I'm working on things. Some of those things will result in emails to folks that might like them... Or not. We'll see.

I've got entries slated for:
  • Wolfs bane (Aconite)
  • Enchanter's Nightshade (Atropa Belladonna)
And, very soon, Mugwort (Artemisia Vulgaris).

Additionally about four to five times a year I get questions about cannabis mysticism, magical rituals with cannabis, information on cannabis... Seriously, the list goes on and on and on. So if you want me to write about cannabis: let me know now so I can draw an entry or two up. I don't consider the subject even remotely taboo, and with the shifted stance from certain states in the US, now is a good time to write about it. So I'm pretty willing. But if no one cares, I can focus on other things.

Finally, I finished From the Bodies of the Gods. But the last five or so chapters of the book left me feeling very... 'meh'. The fact of the matter is that I'll need to consult several sources that the author mentions, most notably: Dawn of the Gods: Minoan and Mycenaean Origins of Greece by Jacquetta Hawks, The Encircled Serpent: A Study of Serpent Symbolism in All Countries and Ages by M. Oldfield Howey, Dionysos by Karl Kerenyi... And probably a dozen others... And I'll need to do that just to understand some of the ideas that inspired the author in his final chapters of the book. Some of what he's saying matches up with what I've read really well... And some of it sounds batshit crazy. While I typically feel pretty good about sorting between the two, the book left me feeling very uncomfortable and unsure at specific points.

Since I only pick up a few books each month (to keep from blowing all our money, all the time, on books), it'll probably be a while before I return to it. In the meantime I'm going to start in on Sacred and Herbal Healing Beers: The Secrets of Ancient Fermination by Stephen Harrod Buhner, which VVF has been greatly enjoying and came highly recommended by Mr. Harold Roth. Why? Henbane and mandrake based booze, man. Why wouldn't you want to make that?! Obviously, you can't sell them in most places. But who cares?

It takes making booze to give to spirits to a whole new place!

Obviously, I'd proceed with caution on any such task.

Monday, June 10, 2013

Huh. [EDITED]

(Hecate, armed with torches, and killing a giant; Christie's, London, Catalogue des pierres graves antiques de S.A. le Prince Stanislas Poniatowski ([1830?]-1833), 51, Cornelian) Via some Helenismos folks on Facebook and Rachel.

First:

A blog reader wished to know why when talking about Hekate's Supper, I didn't explain its relation to the Noumenia. The honest answer is that while re-consulting the first three chapters of Ms. Johnston's Restless Dead, I noticed that she makes a strong case that such acts were performed on an as-needed basis. Thus, I didn't want to leave people feeling like they needed to wait like two weeks if they had a situation that needs to be sorted.

Now:

While preparing the fish, I had VVF run some divination, which was very good. At the last minute, I changed my plans to take the supper to an Old Town trivium, based on the fact that as of yesterday all the fish in the small pond/pusedo-lake attached to the park behind our house had died. The smell was... wretched. Suspecting that some weird shenanigans were going on, I instead gave my meal at the park.

We found a small, boarded area right over the lake - I kept flashing back to Ogden discussing necromancy practiced on bridges over rivers and lakes - and gave our devotions there. I actually took the miasmatic bag of gross to a T-junction at the edge of the park and left it there before returning to dedicate the meal. Somehow I managed both things without 'looking back' at either point.

Since getting up, the atmosphere of the house and the park are noticably... airier and lighter. Subsequent divination reveals a successful working.

So I have to wonder... did we, however briefly, somehow manage to purify some of the park's atmosphere and cool off the rising anger I felt from it?*

Or am I just completely fucking crazy?

Only time will tell.
Jack.

* Arguably, we did very little and Hekate did all the hard work. I mean, cooking a meal isn't even comparable to the difference felt in the park. I'mma go read some Orphic hymns in it this week. 'Cuz that place feels niiiice.

Social Animals

I don't interact much with large groups. I prefer not to.

A certain subset of humans have been taught that the most important thing for everyone is to harmonize, to basically reduce all our differences and ideas and beliefs into one homogenous intellectual soup that will 'save humanity.'

It has been my experience that such a group, particularly when it is faced by something it deems threatening, will militantly try and stop that something. Whether it is a person, or a religious ideology, or a nation-state.

At which point the whole point for harmonizing in the first place is turned inside-out and the group dynamics boil down to 'in-group' versus 'out-group' dynamics.

I find this recurrence annoying. And when I catch it happening, I have to resist trying to destroy the group before everyone resorts to goose-stepping and strapping on military boots, if you get me.

Not very long ago I wrote a post about mirror scrying with thoughtforms because I thought:
1. The debate regarding pop-culture vs. religious ideas in magical practices was based on differences in experiences.

My hope was that if I could get one group to try something they hadn't, they might relax about the others. Meanwhile, if I could get the other group to start heading toward the actual evocation of traditional spirits, they might relax about how mean the polytheists are for not letting them in to their club. I suspect that my antagonistic tone probably resulted in neither happening. No one to blame there by myself, you dig? So - I apologize for being antagonistic to those that were offended. In particular, for calling certain people's assessment of 'metaphysical validity' stupid. I won't apologize for the use of the term 'noob', however. We're all noobs sometimes, and that shit isn't bad. Being a noob is how you learn.

2. I was particularly unamused by a few of the hard polytheist commentators. In particular, some of the comments that Sannion sampled from Galina looked to me very much like someone validating their own spirituality based on the presumed deficiencies of someone else.

If you basically have to hypothesize that someone isn't practicing like you because 'the cult of the dead' or whatever else can't pierce their 'selfishness'? Don't. You may very well be right, but you're basically smearing your opponents in a way that is very hard to disprove. It's a cheap tactic, and you are the person I was referring to as 'stupid'. What I should've said was that the move was cheap, and petty. I have since seen other individuals, just as intelligent as Galina, make very similar comments. Why? Because once that cat's out of the bag, the group-harmonizing is going down.

3. Don't argue with noobs.

This stands to reason with either side. Beginner's are more prone to agreeing with whatever side they take than certain others because they feel the pressure to fit in far more keenly. Additionally, they lack the experience to realize what it is that they may be missing and dislike being told rather viscerally that what few, cherished experiences they've had and which encourage them to keep at it, don't matter.

Noobs need to be left alone to develop. Plenty will drop-out altogether once they plateau out in terms of experience, and become your average middle-class liberal new-age hippy. Others will continue and may find - much like I did - that their early assessments were flat wrong. Even later they will realize that bits of what they previously considered 'flat wrong' was actually 'slightly right,' but the reasons or whatever that you assumed were right were still off.

The most important part of this last part I'm saying is this: plenty of you are saying things that will discourage others from exploring their experiences in a way that may lead them to what you believe. But when you basically just throw down a wall and shout, as though you're a wizard in a beautiful movie that I hate and a far better book, 'None shall pass!'... You create clear lines of separation where there might not be any need for such a thing.

Some of you have spent more time slapping around ideas you don't like than you have spent exploring the things that get you going. And while the pop-culture arguments may have initially spurred interesting or not discussions, they have now revealed the seedy underbelly of arguments on the internet: when you upset people enough, they take it personally. And then they try to do what they see the Supermen on TV and involved in our state do: they wage smear campaigns.

As a magician, I would recommend making an evil gossip eating servitor. But that might wig out some of you hard polytheists. Which is why I'll never join your club. But that's okay, really. I like your club. But if I joined your club?

I'd probably say the very crap I'm pretty much against in this entry.

Now: I am, admittedly, an asshole. And by the strictest definition, I am also a bastard. So take everything in this silly, pointless entry with a grain of salt.

Sunday, June 9, 2013

Hekate's Supper [EDITED]


Given that I recently complained about the information on Hekate's Supper at a certain website, it is probably fitting that I provide some of the information I feel was missing from it. This entry may very well end up being lengthy because I will also provide a discussion on the different types of the dead in classical antiquity – particularly Greece – as I understand them. I'm probably going to make a few mistakes, so if you catch them? Correct me. Finally, I have put some of this information in other entries, but I will be adding it here simply to keep all of the information together.

As it stands, a discussion on Hekate's Supper must begin with a discussion on the dead. It is here, however, that I must pause. Some of the terms I am using are context dependent. As Sarah Iles Johnston explains in a footnote in her excellent Restless Dead: “The same problem obtains for alastor and palamnaios as for apotropaios: these words can represent the angry dead, a supernatural agent working on behalf of the angry dead, or a god who averts the angry dead—indeed, Alastor was even a title given to Zeus in his role as avenger of the dead. The meaning in any given instance can be determined only through context.” (P. 49, footnote). At least one of the terms I will be using, Apotropaioi, generally refers to a class of the restless and unburied dead, but the similar term Apotropaios can refer to their anger, which might be shown by the spirit acting directly, requesting another spirit (most likely the request was made a deity of the dead) harm the living, etc. This post is largely about avoiding that anger, and about one of the potential tools for doing so. For the sake of simplicity, when I use terms to refer to the classes of the dead, I am focusing on the classes versus their means of activity.

The Dead: Who Are They, Where Are They, and why do they trouble us on occasion?
In many cases, I've previously simply made two distinctions between the types of the dead: Heroic Spirits and Ancestral Spirits, and the Restless Dead. Heroes and certain types of ancestral spirits (such as the Daimones Khryseoi and Daimones Argyreoi) are generally helpful spirits and protective spirits. However in the case of both heroes and the Daimones Khryseoi, suggestions have been made that they could become angered. Daniel Ogden in Greek and Roman Necromancy notes several tales of heroes being angered at their tombs by their still-living country-folk; and in Restless Dead, Ms. Johnstone comments: “Hesiod, in lines 121-23 and 126 of his Works and Days , tells about how the privileged dead of the Golden Race return to earth to protect the living and bestow wealth upon them. Some scholars have interpreted a later passage (252-55) as indicating that these souls of the Golden Race also play a role in punishing the misbehavior of the living. It describes the 30,000 deathless guardians of mortals who “keep a watch over lawsuits and wicked acts, wandering over all the earth, clothed in mist.” The latter two lines of this passage are also inserted by some manuscripts after line 123, in the middle of Hesiod's description of the Golden Race, which would serve to equate the souls of the Golden Race with the 30,000 deathless guardians” (p. 16-17).

Thus, if angered, they would need to be ritually appeased in a manner similar to the manner in which the Restless Dead are placated. The largest chunk of the latter category is the Apotropaioi, who became stuck residing next to or alongside our own world. The most likely reason for this is failure to perform a proper funeral; Ms. Johnston notes that funerary rites had specific protective services added to them. The fear was that those who were left untended might be attacked by another spirit while in a weakened state, or come under compulsion by a magician and thereby enter spiritual servitude. In the case of one's ancestors, either situation was deemed untenable and as such those rites were seen as necessary. Failure to do so would anger the dead, who would seek spiritual or supernatural means to enact vengeance upon those who had failed them in a rather brutal way. But failure to see proper funeral arrangements employed was only one way that one could end up being restless. Suicides, who had not finished out their mortal lives until the arrival of Thanatos, would be forced to remain amongst the living until their time was up. Children who died in accidents could also become members of the Restless Dead, as could unmarried women. We might suggest that these later additions are due to attachments; having not lived out a long life, or having fallen in love, etc. But I am, frankly, unsure of all the reasons that the Greeks imagined one to end up Restless. There is a final, subcategory of the Restless Dead who I should not omit: the Biaiothanatos Daimon, or the Violent Death. This spirit was specifically injured horribly during their final moments and seek vengeance for the wrong done to them. Like others, they were thought unable to enter the underworld because their time on earth had not ended.

Ms. Johnston describes these spirits as “envious or jealous” or the human condition and goodwill; thus, at times of celebration and while one is joyous, they are more likely to come upon them living and muck it all up.
[...] in the Greek view, death did little to change the essential features of human personality. Ghosts retained the emotions of living persons and were assumed to feel the same way about both good and bad treatment as they would have felt when alive; the real difference lay in what the dead were able to do about their feelings. There were some types of dead who were predisposed to be unhappy and vindictive, most often because of something that had happened while they were still alive, but even the kindest soul, if left unhonored, would become angry and make that anger known. This lack of any real qualitative difference between the angry dead and the peaceful dead — and thus the potential for the latter to become the former — is reflected by the fact that actions performed to soothe the angry are often the same as those used to honor the peaceful” (P. 38-39).

As such they were expected to be either driven to a point where they could no longer harm the living (a rather untenable prospect these days), like the crossroads, with exorcisms. In other cases they were placated; the wrong done to them was sought to be fixed, or a purification specialist was sought who could fix the problem.

The most important thing to put down, here and now, is that the individual person was thought to be incapable of taking on such a spirit themselves. It required the blessing of one of the Cthonic deities, or a deity that could specifically avert the evil. One of the potential means of securing release from the ill-will of the dead was a meal, dedicated to Hekate, known as Hekate's Supper (deipna Hekates, Hekataia ). This meal was given, according to K.F. Smith in Stephen Ronan's The Goddess Hekate, to placate both the spirits of the dead and Hekate herself:
... [T]he offerings laid at the crossroads every month for Hekate. Their purpose was to placate not only this dread goddess of the underworld, but also we learn from Plutarch (Moralia, 709 A), the Atropopaioi, i.e. the ghosts of those who for some reason cannot rest easy in their graves, and come back to earth in search of vengeance. An army of these invisible and maleficent beings follows in the wake of its leader as she roams at large through the midnight world” (P. 57 – 61).

Thus it fulfills two purposes, both of which will interest the magician or sorcerer seeking to use the crossways for their purposes: to, through devotional service, gain and help maintain the good-will of the Mistress of the Netherworld, and to placate those unhappy souls that remain swarming around us even now.

Cleansing.

In any event, there is preliminary work to be done before the meal is even prepared. First, one cleans themselves and then cleans out their home taking care to gather any “polluting” (miasmatic) material from the house-hold altars or around them, gathering these items together. These can, I think, include left-over incense sticks, incense residue, fecal matter left by animals living in one's house, and some of the offerings given to deities (particularly if one has been giving them meat). These things could be sources of power for the spirit that needed to be cleansed. This can also include katharsia, or trash. As such trash that is particularly foul can be added to what will be taken with one to the crossroads.

Next one aspurges the residence with incense, and perhaps sprinkles consecrated water as well. (Mixing in salt with your water may work here. The dead generally don't like salt.) The incense was carried in a censer of bake clay, which would be left at the crossroads with the meal. Given that many of us use metal censers we aren't willing to part with, I'd recommend using incense sticks as they can be more easily carried and disposed of at the crossroads.

I also recommend stealing a few lines from the Orphic hymns while blessing the incense:
to my holy sacrifice invite, the pow'r who reigns in deepest hell and night; I call Einodian Hecate, lovely dame, of earthly, wat'ry, and celestial frame, Sepulchral, in a saffron veil array'd, leas'd with dark ghosts that wander thro' the shade; Persian, unconquerable huntress hail! The world's key-bearer never doom'd to fail On the rough rock to wander thee delights, leader and nurse be present to our rites Propitious grant our just desires success, accept our homage, and the incense bless.”

Fumigate the entire house, and gather the remains together with the katharsia and other items. You will be taking these to the crossroads. Obviously, sort the most disgusting elements to be transported only. If you have too much trash? Just take it out and leave those items which are truly foul to transport to the crossroads.

In the event you're lamenting not having a trivium near you, just find a nearby quadrivium to use after midnight. There should be one... like... everywhere. It may be symbolically inapt, but it beats leaving those items near to your home where they can empower things that you would prefer not be empowered.

The Meal
“There was also a “supper” (deipnon or dais) of various foods; the dead who partook of these sometimes were described as eudeipnoi, which we best can translate, perhaps, as “those who are content with their meal.” The word, a euphemism, seems to reflect the hope that, once nourished, the dead would realize that they had nothing to complain about. There is some evidence that water was also given to the dead person so that he could wash, just a host would give a living guest water in which to wash before a meal. Offerings to the dead might also include jewelry, flowers, and small objects used in everyday life such as swords, strigils, toys, and mirrors (although gifts, like lamentation, were sometimes restricted by funerary laws). It is hard to avoid the conclusion that these gifts were expected to be useful in the afterlife, particularly when ghost stories tell of the dead demanding objects that were forgotten or omitted at the time of burial.”
- Sarah Iles Johnston, Restless Dead. (P. 41)
What did the meal consist of? K.F. Smith indicates the following:
As is usually the case with offerings to the dead, the regular Hekates diepnon on the thirtieth of the month consisted of food. The specific articles, so far as they are mentioned, were magides, a kind of loaf or cake, the shape and ingredients are not clear, the mainis, or sprat, skoroda, or garlic, the trigle, or mullet, a sacrificial cake described by Harpocration as “somewhat like the psaista,” eggs, cheese, possibly the basunias a kind of cake, for which Semus, in Athenaeus, xiv. 545 B, gives the recipe.”
The basunias is a form of honey-cake, the likes of which are often associated with being given to the dead. JSK in the Geosophia indicates that honey-cakes made from Bran were given to Cerberus, and includes them in several contexts. If one cannot make such a cake, like this one, then the most profitable thing to do is to slather some high quality bread or cake with honey.

A well rounded meal will probably include at least:
Some sweet wine, or cool water,* or milk.
A meat-type component, such as mullet, sprat, or along those days. Today I picked up some weakfish (“sea salmon”), which are hardly traditional. However, I'm going to honey-glaze them and add nuts and then bake the fish to round out my preparations.
A cake, preferably made with honey, or at least with a good deal of honey added to the top.
Some sweet fruits.

Even if one cannot get the items traditionally given to Hekate, items that are dedicated to heroes and the dead often overlap and offerings can be culled from such sources. Additionally, adding honey to anything is always a good idea. While I am not sure that the Oreganos mentioned by Ms. Johnston as a funerary component is oregano, divination seems favorable for adding it to the meal as a spice.

Finally, along with the meal and polluted elements, these items are brought to the crossroads and dedicated to Hekate. I normally perform this dedication in the West, much like the prayers to the unknown divinity (who was probably Hekate) prior to plucking Mandrake. If you feel another direction works better, feel free to ignore what I do. At then end of this comes perhaps the most important part:

Turn around and leave “without looking back.”

In the event there are no spirits to be rid of, I see nothing wrong with simply preparing a meal and bringing it to the crossroads to dedicate to Hekate in hopes of procuring her favor. Others may disagree, however.



* Cool water was typically given so that the dead could clean themselves, in which case bringing along a disable bowl to add it to is probably a good idea.

Friday, June 7, 2013

Bwahahahaha.

“The Mandrake and Fern, like King Solomon's Baharas, are said to shine at night, and to leap about like a Will-o'- the-wisp: indeed, in Thuringia, the Fern is known as Irrkraut, or Misleading Herb, and in Franche Comte this herb is spoken of as causing belated travellers to become light-headed or thunder-struck. The Mandrake-root and the Fern-seed have the magical property of granting the desires of their possessors, and in this respect resemble the Sesame and Luck-flower, which at their owners' request will disclose treasure-caves, open the sides of mountains, clefts of rocks, or strong doors, and in fact render useless all locks, bolts, and bars, at will. . . .
- -Richard Folkard, Plant Lore, Legends and Lyrics. (Via VVF's post on the Fern.) 
 When I chatted with the Mandrake over the Hand of Glory, it indicated that it was akin to a treasure-spirit and that its ability to replicate coin was conjoined with its ability to find hidden things. I felt this very much tied in with the hand's ability to allow the possessor to pass through locked doors, and such. I very much wanted to get into it during the Dead Man's Hand, but if I had? I'd still writing about that today.

While I did sample Dioscorides' Mandragoras article/entry, I plan on drawing together a future one with as much as I can possibly think to put in it on the different aspects of the Mandrake, including Dioscorides comments.

Still. Just given me a moment to do this...

 BWAHAHAHAHA! I. HAVE. THE. POOOOWAH!

By which I mean, Mandrake has the power and occasionally lets me use it. But, y'know. UPG Confirmed. Sort've. Not really. I'm gonna build a stronger case over time.

Expect entries on AconiteAtropa Belladonna, and other plants in the near future, too. All European sourced; no hoodoo. Not that hoodoo isn't awesome, but there seems to be a lot of folks that just crib plant and root magic from them because they couldn't be bothered to hunt things down. It is time to correct this, I think. 

Between the Cracks

late 14c., “a medicine,” from Old French farmacie “a purgative” (13c.), from Medieval Latin pharmacia, from Greek pharmakeia “use of drugs, medicines, potions, or spells; poisoning, witchcraft; remedy, cure,” from pharmakeus (fem. pharmakis) “preparer of drugs, poisoner, sorcorer” from pharmakon “drug, poison, philter, charm, spell, enchantment.” Meaning “use or administration of drugs” is attested from c.1400; that of “place where drugs are prepared and dispensed” is first recorded 1833. The ph- was restored 16c. in French, 17c. in English (see -ph-).”

Earlier today, I came across a review of a book I quite like. But during the course of the review, the reviewer (to paraphrase) said that “the Greek, Roman, and Germanic peoples thought witches were evil.” The reviewer was more-or-less talking about the general view of maleficium from antiquity. What you need to remember is that the term is legal, and is referring to someone who is going to be brought on trial. Not for simply having poisons on hand, or something like that (although, in Rome, “Books of Magic” could get you in trouble according to Morton Smith), but for using them on someone else.

Thus, I'm going to steal two chunks relating to Hekate, poisons, and the like from classic Greek literature: namely, The Odyssey and the Argonautica. (Given my complaints yesterday, some of you had to know that this was coming.) They will clearly illustrate the same idea, namely Catalepsy spells/potions being used in two different contexts.

When Kirke had uttered the due appointed words, I lay down at last in her sumptuous bed. All this while, four handmaids of hers were busying themselves about the palace. She has them for her household tasks, and they come from springs [Naiades], they come from groves [Dryades], they come from the sacred rivers flowing seawards [Naiades]. One spread the chairs with fine crimson covers above and with linen cloths beneath; in front of the chairs, a second drew up silver tables on which she laid gold baskets for bread; a third mixed honey-sweet lovely wine in a silver bowl sand set the golden goblets out; the fourth brought water and lit a great fire under a massive cauldron. The water warmed; and when it boiled in the bright bronze vessel, the goddess made me sit in a bath and bathed me with water from the cauldron, tampering hot and cold to my mind and pouring it over my head and shoulders until she had banished from my limbs the weariness that had sapped my spirit. And having washed me and richly appointed me with oil, she dressed me in a fine cloak and tunic, led me forward and gave me a tall silver-studded chair to sit on — handsome and cunningly made — with a stool beneath it for the feet. She bade me eat, but my heart was not on eating, and I sat with my thoughts elsewhere and my mind unquiet.

When Kirke saw me sitting thus, not reaching for food but sunk in despondency, she came and stood near me, quickly questioning : “Odysseus, why do you sit there tongue-tied eating your heart out, not touching food or drink? Can it be that you fear some further treachery? You should have no doubts; I have sworn the great oath already.”

So she spoke, but I answered her : “Kirke, what man of righteous thoughts could bring himself to taste food or drink before winning liberty for his friends and seeing the men before his eyes? If it is in earnest that you tell me to eat and drink, release them now, and let me see my trusty companions face to face.”

So I spoke, and Kirke went through the hall and out, wand in hand; she flung open the doors of the sty and set the men running out in the shape of fat and full-grown swine. Then they stood facing her, and she went to and fro among them, anointing them one by one with another charm. Their limbs began to shed the bristles that Kirke’s poison had planted on them, and they became men again, but younger than they had been before, and taller and handsomer to the eye. They knew me at once, and man after man they clasped my hand.”
- Homer, The Odyssey. (Taken from Theoi.com. Because I'm lazy.)
While Circe undoes the damage that has already been done to Oddysseus' fellows, this example is probably very similar to what would have happened should you have visited the home of the wrong magician or magical practitioner and insulted them; and also, of the sort've activity that would've landed one in massive legal trouble in both Greece and Rome. Two PDM spells I have listed before are for precisely this means of activity, and are called “Evil Sleep” spells. They are potions containing nightshade plants and occur in a section that has a variety of medical remedies and spells, as well.

PDM xiv. 716-24 explicitly begins: “if you wish to make a man sleep for two days...” It contains mandrake, henbane, honey, apple seeds,* and ivy to be prepared and placed into wine. PDM xiv. 727-36 is another. It simply states that it will “make a man sleep.” It contains apple seeds, mandrake, ivy, and is to be added once pounded together to fifteen measures of wine (a 15:1 ratio). PDF xiv. 737-38 calls for the gall of a horned viper (!), seeds of “western apples,” and “poisonous herb”. (I suppose the author feels that any will do; or that since he previously listed a few, his job was done.) It is possible that completely legal uses of such potions may have been involved with treating the terminally ill; the ability to allow them to sleep for two days might be a blessing long enough for them to pass away without being in a high degree of pain. In fact, with the Soporific Sponge emerged in medieval medicine it contained very similar ingredients and was used for surgery.

Our next example is brought to us by none other than Daniel Ogden, in his very excellent Witchcraft and Ghosts in the Greek and Roman Worlds. It involves Medea aiding the Argonauts in their quest. Medea had been introduced to Jason by the words of Argus, wherein he says:
“Son of Aeson, you will scorn the cunning advice I am about to give you. But in a bad situation everything must be tried. You yourself have heard from me in the past that there is a girl that practices witchcraft [pharmassein] under the instruction of Hecate, daughter of Perses. If we can persuade her to help us, you will, I think, have no more fear of being defeated in the contest.”

As part of the trails he must pass, Medea (the “witch” Argus directs him to) explains to Jason what he needs to do to survive:
“Pay attention now, so that I can devise help for you. When you come and my father gives you the destructive teeth from the jaws of the snake to sow, wait then for the precise midpoint of the night. Bathe in the streams of the unwearied river, then alone, apart from the others, and in dark clothing, dig a round pit. Jugulate a female sheep over it, and sacrifice it whole. Heap up a fire at the pit. Then appease Hecate, the only child of Perses, making libations of the hive-produce of bees from a cup. Then, whenever you have carefully propitiated the goddess, retreat back from the fire. Let not the noise of feet cause you to turn back, nor the barking of dogs, lest you should vitiate the rites and prevent yourself from returning to your companions in good condition. At dawn make a solution of the drug, strip off, and smear it over your body like oil. There will be boundless might in you and great strength. You will think yourself equal to the immortal gods rather than to other men...” (Ogden, P. 83)

It would be undo of my to suggest that we are again seeing a catalepsy spell at work; rather, in this case the potion could be that (which might explain why Jason faces down freaking giants occupying a great number after he sows 'the destructive teeth' into the ground). Instead, I would point out that whole Soma was a holy Vedic food (“The God for Gods”), it also filled warriors with holy might. One of the recurrent arguments that Ephedra may be part of Soma is that it is a stimulant, and could probably greatly aid a warrior in battle. (See this entry for some links on the different theories amongst other things.)

Regardless, we do know that some heavy Cthonic magic and potion-using are both at work, and in this case they are meant to aid a hero. Obviously, things don't work out for Medea very well... So, in some versions of the Argonautica, she rides off on a pair of fucking Dragons as her relationship to Jason ends in horror. Jason, meanwhile, is abandoned by his patroness (Hera) and wanders the earth like a living version of the restless dead. What does that have to do with the above? Very little. But, still, Medea rides out on a pair of fucking dragons. It bears saying twice, because it is so freaking awesome in that very mythic way.

Getting back on topic: when one consults either Pliny's Natural History or Dioscorides' De Materia Medica it becomes quickly obviously that many medicinal plants also had magical associations. Some, though not all, were poisonous. Many of these poisonous plants are also heavily associated with the Daimons of the Cthonic realms: Aconite (Aconitum) or Wolfsbane is associated with Cerberus; one explanation for its devastating poisonous properties were that it was the result of the saliva that drips from the dread hound's jaws. Mandrake (Mandragora Officinarum), Enchanter's Nightshade (Atropa Belladonna) are associated very heavily with Hekate. While Apollo is not generally viewed as a Cthonic god, he had Cthonic aspects and then oracles at Delphi had very ecstatic elements. Furthermore, Apollo conquered Python, the Dragon of Delphi, who gave the Pythoness her name. It has been suggested by some that Henbane (Hyoscamus Albus, presumably, but Niger and the yellow Henbane were also known to Dioscorides) was used to inspire the frenzied oracles. Hence Dioscorides gives the herb the name Pythonion.

The obvious factor that comes to mind is that maleficium, whether one is poisoning or enchanting, were forbiden was because of the widely understood or believed efficiency of such actions. And while those actions could easily have an abusive context, they did not necessarily always indicate that. At the same time, the potential for abuse created a certain ambivalence that surrounded the character of someone who knew and understood magical and medicinal plants, or knew and could practice magic. They could either get up to no good or they could help those who needed it. Understanding this ambivalence, and how it factored into legal ramifications, is central to understanding the topic itself.

And the problem continues to this day, when one comes across youtube videos of “witches” practically rubbing their faces on poisonous plants and selling flying ointments. It is only a matter of time before someone gets hurt, with such foolishness going, and brings undo attention to the rest of us. Do I like that? Absolutely not. Aside from cursing any fool I come across, am I aware of any way of stopping it? Not really.

So instead I try and sit down, without revealing precisely the right dosage for such things, to try and bring more awareness to them, how they affect the body, and their place in history. It's really all you can do.**

Anyway: these actions are morally neutral, and legal sanctions against such things did not mean that everyone associated with them was viewed as evil; rather, they were viewed as a potential problem.

Jack.

PS. VVF has written about the magical properties of ferns. That shit is awesome. Check it out.
PPS. You can expect a bunch of both poisonous and magical plants from me in the future, as well. Because why just stick to the poisons? It is all awesome.

* Apple seeds contain cyanide. It is also one of the possible identities for Paschal's “Pommes d'Epis,” a phrase no one recognizes but shares similarities with the word for apple, “Pomme D'Api”.
** Also testing all of one's things on oneself and not selling them helps. Heh. I leave the selling to those who know more than I. And for good reason.