The Museum of Talking Boards is a online museum of Ouija boards and related items.
And there is an online Ouija board too. Not the same as two 13-year-olds with a candle, though. (Pointy-hat tip to Pitch.)
I Got the Whole Nine Yards, Scot Free
Nine well-known phrases whose origin most people get wrong.
Thor versus the Cathedrals
A complete translation of psychologist Carl Jung’s personal workbook, the “Red Book,” is about to be published.
Some people feel that nobody should read the book, and some feel that everybody should read it. The truth is, nobody really knows. Most of what has been said about the book — what it is, what it means — is the product of guesswork, because from the time it was begun in 1914 in a smallish town in Switzerland, it seems that only about two dozen people have managed to read or even have much of a look at it.
Of those who did see it, at least one person, an educated Englishwoman who was allowed to read some of the book in the 1920s, thought it held infinite wisdom — “There are people in my country who would read it from cover to cover without stopping to breathe scarcely,” she wrote — while another, a well-known literary type who glimpsed it shortly after, deemed it both fascinating and worrisome, concluding that it was the work of a psychotic.
So for the better part of the past century, despite the fact that it is thought to be the pivotal work of one of the era’s great thinkers, the book has existed mostly just as a rumor, cosseted behind the skeins of its own legend — revered and puzzled over only from a great distance.
Pagan blogger Jason Pitzl-Waters calls it the “most important grimoire of our modern age.”
Orthodox Christian blogger Rod “Crunchy Con” Dreher essentially thinks it will release gnostic demons, leading to the downfall of Christian civilization.
Gnostic and occult ideas are obviously the predominant feature of Jungian thought. Nonetheless, most people remain unaware of the fact that the occult ideas on which Jung worked were hardly original discoveries of his, as Jung leaves the impression they were; such ideas were ubiquitous in the decaying culture centers of Middle Europe in the years prior to World War II. Most people remain equally unaware that occult practices also lie at the heart of Jung’s own theory, clinical practice, and inner experiences. For the most part this is because these ideas have been presented in the Jungian literature, are explained in Jungian training, and when they appear in patients’ dreams will be interpreted almost exclusively in symbolic terms, not literally. So, for example, an alchemical picture of a man and woman coupling in a bath-or a dream of something similar-will be taken solely as a metaphor, of a “union of opposites.”
It can and should be argued that even so, these occult ideas tend to undermine moral standards.
Dreher goes all Lovecraftian on this one, as do some commenters.
Since I have a lovely equinoctial head cold, I think that I shall crawl into bed with some bourbon-fortified coffee and re-read the whole New York Times article about the new edition.
The Not-Quite-Pagan ‘Pioneer Day’ Parade
Think of a typical American small-town parade: the Apple Queen and her court in a convertible, the honorary marshalls (some respected elderly couple) in an antique car, the high-school band kids’ faces earnest and nervous under their shakos, Shriners in miniature cars, a military vehicle or two, horses, alpacas, old tractors, Boy Scouts, a gaggle of Model A Fords, local political candidates, the Christian Motorcyclists Association on their holy Harleys . . .
My foothills volunteer fire department has put our brush truck in the parade. We are four adults—two men, two women (one a firefighter and the other a wife of)—and a gaggle of kids in home-produced T-shirts with the department’s name.
We are toward the back of the line-up, so I have plenty of time to pace up and down beside the truck, wondering if such as parade fits any of Michael York’s definition of Pagan cultic practice
We are not too Dionysian here—I will walk alongside the truck tossing hard candies and bubble gum to the kids on the curb—not like a New Orleans Mardi Gras parade with the doubloons, beads, and sexual interplay.
But despite the “praise band” on a trailer up ahead and the aforementioned motorcyclists, it is more a day for the Classical virtues than the Christian ones.
If an ethnographer could write a “thick description” of the parade in the style of Clifford Geertz, how many layers there would be!
For one thing, our fire department’s participation in the parade began relatively recently, three or four years ago, as part of the asst. chief’s campaign of professionalization and getting the larger town’s dept. to take us more seriously in mutual-aid situations.
And having led the parade with their apparatus, now parked in a side street, those guys sit in lawn chairs in front of the firehouse and grin and wave as we pass by.
I spot M. on the sidewalk outside our favorite coffeehouse (just where I would have expected her to be) and hand her a sucker, which Fisher will later snatch off the kitchen counter and eat, wrapper and all, giving himself cherry breath.
When we re-unite at home, she tells me that the parade seemed “interminable” and that she had wondered awhile if she had somehow missed our unit, which in fact was 84th out of about a hundred.
And she spoke of seeing the old guys from the state veterans’ home, riding on folding chairs on a flatbed truck, how when she saw them pass by she unexpectedly broke into tears. (Me too.)
As the man said, Cattle die, kindred die, every man is mortal: But the good name never dies of one who has done well.
Those are the virtues we celebrate, proceeding down Main Street under a bright southern Colorado sun.
Fisher at Carhenge
On the way home from North Dakota, Fisher and I stopped at Carhenge. The Wikipedia article compares it to its inspiration in England.
Can’t Stop Chuckling…
… about the prospect of riding with the other volunteer firefighters in a nearby town’s “Pioneer Days” parade tomorrow. How long since I was in a parade?
Go Ask Alice
(“We had Psychedelia,” M. says. “And what do they have now? Tweeting!”)
Late Harvest
Pastor Flaten displays a firm grip of the obvious, this week when the sound of grain driers dominates the town and grain cars clank on the railroad tracks. That sermon will just write itself, you betcha.
The actual harvest—the one that feeds us—is running late, however.
All of this is prelude to saying that I am on the road, but more serious blogging will resume in a few days.
Little Red Riding Hood is Older than You Think
The story of Little Red Riding Hood, usually dated to the 16th or 17th century, may be much older, says an anthropologist who studied multiple versions from around the world.
Professor Jack Zipes, a retired professor of German at the University of Minnesota who is an expert on fairy tales and their origins, described [Dr. Jamie Tehrani’s] work as “exciting”. He believes folk tales may have helped people to pass on tips for survival to new generations.
He said: “Little Red Riding Hood is about violation or rape, and I suspect that humans were just as violent in 600 BC as they are today, so they will have exchanged tales about all types of violent acts.
“I have tried to show that tales relevant to our adaptation to the environment and survival are stored in our brains and we consistently use them for all kinds of reference points.”
I had heard it argued lot of the classic European fairy tales reflect the social destruction of the Thirty Years War (1618–1648)–disease, fighting, looting.
But apparently “Little Red Riding Hood” counts as ancient Pagan wisdom.
(Via Arts and Letters Daily.)
Paganism is Fa-abulous
So says the News of the World, so consider the source.
Both Emma and Amie are in the throes of planning their weddings for next year – or hand-fastings, as they’re called in pagan circles, because the couple’s hands are tied together during the ceremony.
Both are planning outdoor ceremonies officiated by a high priest and priestess, using pagan vows they’ll compose themselves. Emma’s gown will be green “to symbolise new beginnings”, while Amie has plumped for a purple medieval-style dress, followed by a hog roast on the beach. Conventional it isn’t – but if paganism continues to grow, hand-fastings could be the next big thing.
Emma has Pagan tattoos!