And you thought our buildings were Gothic

Will a Goth eucharist bring the Goth kids back into the Gothic buildings?

The candlelit Goth Eucharist services feature a specially written liturgy and music from bands like Depeche Mode, Joy Division and the Sisters of Mercy.

I doubt it, because it’s not about the music.

When I was in my early teens down at St. Luke’s Episcopal Church, someone tried a “folk [music] Mass.” Folk Masses were big in the mid-1960s. Tambourines and guitars in church–whee! I get to bang the tambourine! Cool!

But I still walked out the door at age 15. Not because I was mad about “adult hypocrisy.” Not because the probably gay curate tried to molest me in the sacristy–to my knowledge, he never tried anything with any of the altar boys.

But because the Church’s explanation of the universe did not make sense to me. Playing “my music” would not have helped.

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Misunderstanding religious freedom

The Christian Science Monitor observes the anniversary of the 1786 Virginia Statute Establishing Religious Freedom with the observation that many Americans have an imperfect idea what “freedom of religion” means.

Dr. Haynes, who advises schools on these issues, offers a vivid example of the misunderstanding found not just among Christians. “American Muslims often tell me how much they appreciate the freedom to practice Islam the way they want to, which they couldn’t do in their native country even though it was a Muslim nation,” he says. “But then they say, ‘What is this nonsense about the separation of church and state – why do we need that?’ They don’t understand that’s why they have their freedom.

Ironically, both Christian and Muslim theocrat wannabes fail to understand that our American religious freedom is the reason that religion is taken more seriously here. When you have government-supported religion, then disliking or rebelling against one means that you wind up disliking or rebelling against the other at the same time.

Big stone (or glass) clocks

In the upper right corner of my screen as I type, my Mac’s digital clock tells me the time. You, reader, have something similar. But huge, cosmic, stupendous, symbolic, cosmic-nature-religion clocks are still appealing.

Like this one, advertised by its proponents as England’s first stone circle in thousands of years.

Or this one, a “tidal-powered Moon clock,” envisioned as a matched set, one clock to be built in the Northern and one in the Southern Hemisphere.

Larger than Stonehenge, Aluna’s forty metre wide, five storey high
structure is made up of three concentric translucent glass rings. By looking at how each ring is illuminated, you can follow the Moon’s movements, its current phase and the ebb and flow of the tides. This animation of light is called Alunatime.

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A holy relic of St. Duluoz

The first draft of one of the 20th century’s most influential books has arrived in San Francisco.

Last week, an airtight black suitcase passed through a security checkpoint at the Indianapolis International Airport on its way to San Francisco. A guard ordered the case opened and found inside a tattered and frayed scroll of yellowed paper 119 feet and 8 inches long.

“Oh I know what this is,” the baggage screener said to Jim Canary, a conservator who was accompanying the artifact. “This is one of them religious scrolls, ain’t it?”

An acquaintance who is studying to become a library technician was asking M. and me at a party last weekend to name ten most influential books in our lives. M. listed this as one of hers, saying it inspired her to go on the road at age 28 or so, wind up in Colorado and, as it happened, meet me.

One of these days, I will post both of our lists.

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Gwydion Pendderwen re-mastered

Earlier posts here and here.

The reissue of Pagan singer/songwriter Gwydion Pendderwen’s work in a two-CD set is now available. You can order these works from Serpentine Music.

Anna Korn and I provided some of the liner notes, which include reproduced covers of the original vinyl albums and other photographs. Her longer version is here. To quote Serpentine’s web site:

Gwydion was a gifted songwriter and performer, and at the time these albums came out–in 1975 and 1982–they were by far the best examples of Pagan song in existence. This music has continued to be very influential in the resurgence of Pagan culture in the US and beyond. Beyond that, these songs stand the test of time for their artistry and listenability. Now may they continue to inspire future generations of bards and poets.

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The Shock of It All

I have started reading Christine Wicker’s Not in Kansas Anymore: A Curious Tale of How Magic is Transforming America. (Jason Pitzl-Waters has also mentioned it.)

Alas, I’m too jaded to be shocked! shocked! by her revelation that magic–or at least magical thinking–is everywhere. When I see a chapter heading like “The Waitress Wears a Pentacle,” I think instead about the need for a good sociological study of class issues in the Pagan movement.

But that isn’t Wicker’s purpose. She’s in four-wheel drive, barreling down the overgrown road cut in the late 1960s and early 1970s by authors such as Susan Roberts (Witches U.S.A.) and Hans Holzer (The New Pagans).

The revival of interest in the occult and the supernatural is a current example of religious events that some have seen as being of great cultural signifiance and as reflecting serious social conflicts and strains of macroscopic importance.

That’s not Wicker writing, but rather sociologist Marcello Truzzi in 1971. He wrote a lot about the “occult revival” back then, although he predicted that it would fizzle out. He is not in Wicker’s bibliography.

Can you say “cycles,” boys and girls?

Here is Wicker:

People with, shall we say, expanded kinds of awareness are quietly blending among us, cobbling together spiritual lives that more freewheeling than anything else ever seen before.

[Not a trace of irony there.]

The waitress wears a pentacle under her blouse. The computer geek next door is a conjure doc. The mom down the street tells fortunes. Soldiers chant toward gods of war. Nurses send healing power through their hands. You have to know what to look for. You have to search them out, ask the right questions, notice the right signs, but they are there, here, everywhere around us.

[Trust me, your guide. I have walked among the Witches of Omaha, the headhunters of Houston . . . ]

And she is off to the Vampire and Victims Ball in Salem, Mass., just the place that any researcher would start.

If it gets better after Chapter 1, I will let you know.

(Blogging from Rico’s Cafe & Wine Bar. In downtown Colorado Springs. Where the demons are. Only I think that they are across the street at Tony’s Bar.)

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The Demons Downtown

The Colorado Springs Independent is out with its annual “You’re Sooo Colorado Springs” round-up.

To fulfill my obligation to be a religion blog, I’ll list a few observations that readers from outside the “Protestant Vatican” might enjoy.

You’re sooo Colorado Springs if . . .

10. You plan to meet friends for coffee and you bring your laptop, cell phone, Blackberrg, iPod, digital camera, and Bible.

9. You think all nonprofits have religious affiliations.

8. You’ve never been to a church that didn’t have a multimedia service.

7. You recognize that there are more churches in town than east-west turn lanes.

6. You can recite at least 20 pages of the Bible from memory, but can’t remember to use your turn signals.

5. You think demons will steal your soul if you go downtown.

4. You know the difference between Odd- and Evan- Gelicals.

3. You had so many Bible studies at Starbucks, they have replaced their windows with stained glass.

2. You lobby to change to name of the Garden of the Gods to Garden of the One True God: Jesus Christ our Lord and Savior, Amen.

and number one . . .

1. You’re scared to go to Manitou Springs because of the witches.

I mean, that is, like, so Seventies! I have yellowed newspaper clippings about the witches of Manitou. Ah, the persistence of folk memory!

(Ah, the rituals and parties we had in the old Spa Building. . . )

Porch-ism

While I was fretting last night about the forest fire 50 miles south of here (but in similar terrain), a little cold front came through and dropped an inch and a half of snow. (So what is that, an eighth inch of moisture?) And it did help the firefighters.

Classes start in a week, so I am working on syllabi, primarily for the “creative nonfiction” class. The textbook–“handbook” would be a better term–is Perl and Schwartz’s Writing True, which I had the opportunity to read in manuscript and found to be superior to the books that I had used.

No book can teach you how to write, but this one has good explanations of subgenres, helpful exercises for getting started (which some students need after years of writing research papers), and, even better, advice on reading other people’s writing and commenting intelligently.

For a magic hour around 1 p.m., the sun was on the south end of the front porch, the air temperature reached 40 F. (5 C.), the breeze was negligible, and it was warm enough to read outdoors. I had to juggle book, pencil, reading glasses, binoculars–it was a Project Feeder Watch count day–and a bottle of Corona, but I was actually able to feel somewhat hopeful about the new semester.

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Now that everyone has tattoos…

Hardcore Asatruar will want to file grooves in their teeth, as some ancient Vikings did.

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Social networking and the CIA

Blogger.com’s featured blog of the day discusses Facebook.com’s ties to the Central Intelligence Agency.

Based on the comments, some users could not care less.