Sunday 20 December 2020

MidSummer

Merry Midsummer everyone.

Especially those on the cold, dark lower half of the planet.

Friday 30 October 2020

(I am) A strange thing

I am a strange thing.

I was raised Atheist by lapsed (walked away fast) Catholics.

In my mid teens I encountered Discordianism, through the Illuminati Trilogy, and it spoke to me. I also encountered Wicca, but in a hide bound bookish form that celebrated Midsummer in the depths of the Southern Winter.

A few years later I was firmly Discordian, and while ignoring a great many gods, found myself looking to Eris as the Feminine and Pan as the Masculine aspects of the Numinous. At that time my (now ex-)wife and I encountered a slightly more open form of Wicca that had just begun to celebrate seasons we experienced, not those marked on a Glastonbury souvenir calendar. The coven was also in transition to circling with the sun, not with the directions in books.

So I find myself Wiccan, henotheistically Erisian and seeing the Masculine energy in the figure or thought form of Pan in his aspect as practical joking god of shepherds and ordinary men. I try very hard to see the Gods are mental tools to assist in making the Numinous accessible on a human scale, however they refuse to be so constrained and overflow, at times inconveniently, into my life.

Saturday 26 September 2020

Nerd Love

I am a Nerd. At school, from the 4th grade on I crushed on girls who were unobtainable, or, more often less likely to be interested in me than enthused about getting a filling at the dentist. To be fair, that was pretty much any girl, it wasn't like I was focused on the most beautiful girl in my class. Was I annoying, yes, creepy, sometimes, of course I was, that was my dictated role in society. Between 9 and 18 years of age, awkward, outcast and unloved.

I did not commit rape, did not entertain the idea of rape. After all, as a civilised human being, sex was something intimately tied to the idea of being liked and accepted. Was I hurt by the continuous rejection, yes. Did girls sometimes tease me, abuse my desperate loneliness, even set me up to be physically assaulted by loveable Bad Boys to demonstrate their power to manipulate, hell yes. Did I hate women, no, did I become murderous, no. I despaired.

In the 9th grade a definitive moment was standing in a phone booth, well, one of those half shell things with a pay phone in it, in the strip mall across the road from the school. A girl I vaguely knew wrapped her arms around me from the side as I rang off, and said "Give me a hug…" I froze, confused and absolutely convinced any action on my part would be a mistake. After several seconds of cajoling, I put my arms around her, loosely mirroring the limpet like full body grip she held me in. Her gaggle of friends began laughing uncontrollably and calling out something. The girl stepped away, and her boyfriend stepped through the encircling girls, grabbed me, flung me against the wall and punched and kicked me until I was on the ground. Then a half dozen of his friends and some of the girls joined in kicking me. I was only rescued by a construction worker from the site next-door, who after driving off my attackers, helped me to my feet and told me he'd seen the whole thing and that a girl had done something similar to him when he was a kid. Did I plot murder, no.
A year or so later I was in the school counsellors office, in trouble because I had a crush on a girl and that this had become known was an embarrassment to her. "What," the counsellor sneered "Do you think you love her?" I replied:
"I am a 15 year old boy, who nobody likes, how could I possibly know anything about love. I have a crush on her which is at least as uncomfortable for me as it is for her."
A year or so after that, a different girl I had a crush on said what was probably the nicest thing a girl said to me at high school. "It isn't that I hate you, it's just that I am utterly repulsed by you."
Somehow I managed to survive those and many more experiences without dialling the crazy up to random murderous rampage against women. My life since has had ups and downs. I have known love, and I have known loss. I endure.

Friday 25 September 2020

Nothing Else Matters - Medieval Style

Nothing Else Matters - Medieval Style

Religious Humanism

Religious Humanism

25 Sep 2015

Please do not make the mistake of assuming Abrahamic Religion encompasses all possible kinds of Religion. Although one could argue that you can find almost every variety of religious expression somewhere in the almost infinite number of sects the God of Abraham in his various incarnations both figuratively and purportedly literally has inspired. The modern Society of Friends are very much a Humanist religion for example.

Outside the Abrahamic faiths, you have Unitarian Universalism, many sects of Buddhism, a variety of animist religions (including those rare souls who genuinely follow the Jedi path), and many forms of Neopaganism that are more or less humanist in their beliefs and practises.

Wednesday 23 September 2020

Equinox - There's this wheel

It is a Neopagan thing, created sometime in the last century.

It has 8 festivals spread around the year roughly (give or take a week or so) evenly spread.

Each of those 8 festivals (or at least 6 or 7 of them) were celebrated at or about that time of year by people variously described as Celts, or Saxons, or Danes or, well, lots of different people associated with England, and the bits of France that were at various times England, and lets not forget Wales nor Ireland. (We can largely ignore the Scots, as the English did for centuries.)

We have various bits of textual and archaeological evidence for most of these 8 festivals, at various times and places over a couple of thousand years, and at various places and times they have been celebrated on dates calculated by various calendars.

The easy ones are the Solar festivals, the Equinoxes and Solstices, or they would be easy if the Earth's orbit were completely stable. They drift, by a day or two each year from their mean point, and over time they drift around the Zodiac too. So whatever method we use to decide this (points vaguely at late September) is the (Southern) Spring Equinox, there will be perfectly good documentary evidence that this choice is wrong, in someone's opinion. The Solstices (Summer and Winter) are the longest and shortest day and night, and vice versa each year. You'll notice there's one in December that is disturbingly close to the major festival of a Roman era cult or three.

Calendars often simply declare these orbital mileposts to be the 21st or 22nd or 23rd of  March, June, September and December. Ephemerides and other observation and mathematical predictions give us an hour or ever minute based on some agreed definition. That's the bottom line, agreed definition.

Is the Equinox the moment of passage of the sun through some arbitrary point on the Ecliptic - entry to some particular house of the Zodiac (or achieving the midpoint of it's time in  that house). Is it that day which is equal to the night either side of it where you live, or at some other place? Is it a day chosen by a calendar publisher? By the calculations of a religious authority, or even Friday, Saturday or Sunday closest to the nearest full or new moon? We'll avoid the question of moon phases for now, they have similar complexities.

At every turn we find different authorities for placing these days over a spread of a few days and valid reasons in the minds of some to celebrate them perhaps a week or two either side.

Earth's orbit is not circular, we mark off slightly different arcs of the sky each day, each month, and this means the four Solar mileposts are not quite evenly spaced, and due to the Moon and the various planets, their wobble is not synchronous, so the span between them increases and decreases a day or two year by year. Add to that the complexity of Leap Years and you can see where this leads.

If we lived in the Neolithic (New Stone Age, when farming appeared and we became slaves to our crops), this is all pretty simple. We'd have a fair idea, as farmers, that the Solar year was 365 days give or take, and we'd be able to observe the length of day and night, and the progress of sunrise and sunset across our horizon with the seasons. Counting days, coupled with observing which day the sun rose past a certain notch on the cliffs or even a large rock stood on the ridgeline, and we could reset the count easily enough. Local climatic knowledge would tell us things like don't plant until after the Equinox, or plant no more than 78 days after the Winter Solstice depending on where we lived.

We'd celebrate harvests and plantings, but we'd do those things according to lifetimes of accumulated wisdom on local seasons, when it rains, when it snows, when it frosts. We'd do so according to Sun and Moon (because tides influence the air as well as the sea) and sometimes, we'd get it wrong or there'd be unseasonal rain or frost and we'd starve. We'd live by feast and famine, as is the way of the subsistence farmer of the Neolithic.

We'd almost certainly celebrate a special day for the dead, variously (remember I'm talking Europe in the Northern Hemisphere) in early November halfway between the Autumn Equinox and Winter Solstice, or like the Romans, 6 months later (or earlier, remember the year is like a wheel) in early May. We'd celebrate one or two harvests depending on where we lived and what crops we grew. We'd celebrate somewhere in the depths of winter when we used up stores that would not make it through to spring.

Lets look at the Day of the Dead. Samhain it is styled by the celtic revivalists who "borrowed" it, mostly from the Irish. As Halloween, it is locked into the (Roman) Gregorian Calendar as October the 31st, which, if you count the days betwixt Northern Autumnal Equinox and Midwinter, is about a week early. We know from astronomic alignments in stone aged northern European burial sites that there was some significance to a date in early November going back at least a couple of thousand years. Unfortunately we know next to nothing about what anyone in northern Europe did to celebrate or mark such annual observances until only the last 1,000 to 2,000 years, and that often only from what was condemned or copied by Romans and Christians and folk revivalists.

We live in the Century of the Fruit Bat, er, Twenty-first Century. So we have several thousand years of progress in calendrical and astronometric calculations to draw on. We also have several thousand years of assorted and disparate traditions. By the Early to mid Twentieth Century several groups had come out of the woodwork with more or less well thought out and/or historical revivals of "Pre-Christian" European beliefs. These groups fueled an explosion of interest in the Occult, Witchcraft, Paganism, and along the way revived, exposed, composed, created, synthesized and faked a new folkway, which included the now almost universal "Wheel of the Year". Sure, at least one of the festivals was pretty much made up to complete the symmetry, and a lot of stuff picked and polished from 10,000 years and a continent and a half of "Celtic" archeology and a couple of centuries of theorizing and romanticizing cobbled together to make the others. The urban roots of a lot of this revival meant a lot of mistakes were made that could have been corrected by looking out the window, Latitude and local climate can make a huge difference to the perceived "season" at any given day even in places only a few hundred kilometres apart. Adding "late September" events from southern France and from Highland Scotland lead to hybridization of Early Spring and Early Summer imagery. Traditions drawing on one or the other saw the other as wrong. Books more assembled than authored muddied the waters. New traditions made up to fill markets with poor scholarship and even poorer editorship (Ancient Celtic Potato Goddess chips anyone) left ever more genericized and blended authorities for the ill informed to bring to the debate.

Monday 31 August 2020

Banananananana

Commercial bananas are not usually bred from seed. They are taken as cuttings. Mutant sprouts are cut off and planted to see what kind of fruit they produce.
If your banana is seedless, it is most likely a free growing tumour...