Passing of a Priestess

Madge Worthington, one of the pillars of Gardnerian Wicca in England, died in November just before her 91st birthday.

Prudence Jones of the Pagan Federation wrote of her in a 90th-birthday tribute:

Madge had come into contact with the Craft in the early 1960s, when she was in her 40s. Here at last was a natural, life-affirming religion, not burdened down with sin and guilt in the way that Christianity seemed to be. Beauty and pleasure were seen as sacred, and Witches were encouraged to be at one with the tides of nature–rather literally in Madge’s case. Brought up in various parts of the old Empire, she had sailed a dinghy from an early age. When she married and settled by the Thames she mortified the male yachtsmen in her area by taking part in their annual race and beating them all by a huge stretch of clear water.

The late Maureen Brown wrote of her as part of the same tribute article:

The most notable thing about her is her love and respect for nature, the Earth and the animals; she has been active in the Green Movement and has over the years donated a small fortune to animal charities.

In 1971 she hosted the first meeting of what became the Pagan Front, forerunner of today’s UK Pagan Federation. An online shrine was constructed in her memory here.

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My so-called break

Tabitha tells it like it is.

Add a book ms. to read, a proposal to write, a journal issue to assemble, an unpaid article to write for academic glory…

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1939 and All That

Jason Pitzl-Waters draws attention to a 2001 interview with Janet Farrar and Gavin Bone recently re-published in the online zine The Wiccan-Pagan Times.

Janet Farrar, who came to the Craft in the late 1960s, seems to dancing around a more skeptical position as regarding Gerald Gardner’s finding a coven of Witches concealed within the Rosicrucian Theatre group in 1930s England. She thinks that the concealed group was mostly Theosophists and Co-Masons, and that he tried to label them as witches.

Let’s try a radically simpler idea.

The whole “1939 initiation in Dorothy Clutterbuck’s country house” story is fiction. Likewise, the Lammas 1940 ritual against the threatened German invasion, turned into a 1983 novel by Katherine Kurtz, is itself most likely fiction.

The man driving the coffin nails into the 1939 initiation myth is, ironically, a man who wants desperately to believe in it: the British writer Philip Heselton. In his second book, Gerald Gardner and the Cauldron of Inspiration, which followed Wiccan Roots: Gerald Gardner and the Modern Witchcraft Revival, he backs away from the pure Margaret Murray-style “Old Religion” mythology and suggests that perhaps Wicca was developed in the 1920s, just before Gardner came along. (Both books are published by Capall Bann.)

Unlikely. Gardner’s own actions and writings offer a different explanation.

In the 1960 biography, Gerald Gardner, Witch, he tells his biographer (Idries Shah, owner of the publishing firm), that when he found the Witches, he found what he had been seeking all along. But consider his own behavior, as detailed by Heselton.

In 1946, he joins the Ancient Druid Order, which had a magical component but was not truly Pagan, since many members were more like esoteric Christians with Celtic interests. The same year, he is ordained a priest in the esoteric Ancient British Church, one of several tiny splinter groups of the Old Catholic Church. Finally, as is well known, in 1947 he contacts Aleister Crowley, shorter before Crowley’s death, and is given a charter to continue Crowley’s magical order, the OTO.

Is this a man who has found what he truly sought in 1939, or is this a seeker who is still sampling different esoteric spiritualities in order to find the one that is right for him?

Likewise, in the 1940s he writes a novel of witchcraft, High Magic’s Aid, whose practices bear little relationship to Wicca but, as the title suggests, look a lot more like ceremonial magic. In contrast, his 1954 book Witchcraft Today is whole-heartedly in the Margaret Murray camp; she wrote the introduction. It describes a Pagan religion surviving from the misty past, and that is the position that he held for the rest of his life.

The turning point is 1951, when his associate Cecil Williamson opens a witchcraft and folklore museum on the Isle of Man. Gardner helps to finance it and later takes over its operation. The partners have a problem: what to put in the display cases? They bring talismans, magical daggers, and so forth from their personal collections, and so on, but it’s not enough. Gardner replicates some ceremonial items–swords, robes, grimoires, etc.,–as he admits in his letters to Williamson, and promises to get more on loan from the witches.

I think that the physical reality of the museum and its needs (and perhaps the simultaneous repeal of the Witchcraft Act of 1735, which meant it was no longer illegal to call yourself a “witch”), were the final push that led to the creation of the self-consciously Pagan new religion of Wicca by Gardner, his lover Edith Woodford-Grimes, and whoever else was involved.

Then, in the 1950s, Gardner truly acted like a man who had found what he was seeking. No more OTO, no more Druids, no more Ancient British Church. He taught Wicca, wrote about Wicca, gave press interviews about Wicca, and continued that way until his death in 1964.

In his 1992 book Crafting the Art of Magic, Aidan Kelly points out that other than Gardner’s own stories,, we have no independent sources for the 1939 initiation, the 1940 rite against Hitler, etc. Kelly also rightly says that religious innovators often present themselves as reformers of an earlier tradition rather than creators of a new one.

Unfortunately, Kelly also tried to paint Gardner as a sexual masochist with very flimsy evidence and innuendo. He made much of the practice of flogging boys in English boarding schools–but Gardner was home-schooled and never attended any boarding school. The result was the “Gardner was an old pervert” meme, which is still with us.

Were I a Pagan theologian, I would say that the Gods chose the timing: 1951 not 1939. Maybe so. And all religions are “new religious movements” at some point in time.

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On the Road

I’m traveling in southern New Mexico. Blogging will resume shortly.

Candles for Pagans

I like candles. So did my mother, a life-long Episcopalian. To her, I suppose they suggested gracious living. She died ten years ago, and M. and I still have not used up all the candles that she left behind.

Ever since our handfasting, we have been pretty well “out” to our families. So when Yuletide comes around, they must think Paganism > magic > interior decoration > candles.

We have American candles, Italian candles, Israeli candles, candles shaped like animals. We have enough candlesticks and multiple-votive-candle holders for a small Catholic church. And they are all tasteful and fine, except that lately M. has been concerned about health effects, so we don’t burn candles in the quantities of old, except during our annual four-day power failure.

On the other hand, this year M.’s sister sent a box of organic French chocolate truffles. Could we encourage this trend?

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Stifle yourself

Community College Dean, an academic blogger, posts on coping with unhappy students and on the desirability of “stifling yourself,” mainly so as not to tell the academic slackers what you really think of them.

I saw a different, simpler version on a hatchback in Salida, Colo., yesterday, written with narrow white tape on the rear window: &lt/YOURSELF&gt

Web-nerd humor.

Spotlight on Pagan Studies

The field of Pagan Studies gets noticed in Publishers Weekly, thanks to freelance religion writer Kimberly Winston. Since my upcoming book is mentioned, I couldn’t be happier.

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Wars over Christmas

Blame the Emperor Constantine, as this blogger rightly points out.

That’s the same Constantine who would make Tony Soprano look like the Dalai Lama.

A post on a Pagan mailing list had this gem:

But I just got done watching (thankfully, I wasn’t at the center but hubby was) a huge donnybrook about Cub Scouts’ December pack meeting being a “holiday party” not the “Christmas party” that some parents were insistent on. The event was quiet and happy but the organizers had law enforcement on standby because it has become that heated.

Maybe religious wars are a cultural norm, and we have unknowingly been living until recently in a rare era of relative peace, which we mistook for normality.

Countdown to solstice

At times like now, I rely on this site to know just when the magical moment will occur. It works for the Southern Hemisphere too.

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‘Narnia made me Pagan’

Starhawk’s essay on BeliefNet discusses how C.S. Lewis’s Narnia books contributed to her becoming Pagan.

But Lewis is a mystic, and Aslan is a deity who bursts out of the confines of any dogma. His sensibility is as Pagan as his theology is Christian. The book is steeped in the imagery of nature, and while the Christian mythology is covert, the Greek mythology is front and center, with fauns, naiads, dryads, and centaurs playing starring roles. God is a great lion you can romp with–what a powerful image of deity-in-nature!

I suspect that she is right about their paganizing influence, despite the claims of some culture-warriors.

I did not read the Narnia books until I was a college freshman. My girlfriend was a big Narnia fan; she even had an India-print bedspread with a lion motif hanging above her bed. Obviously I had to read the books. By that time, of course, I was sophisticated enough to see how Aslan could be a “Christ figure,” but I could also see that one could read the books and miss that motif entirely.

UPDATE: More on Narnia from the wackier wing of Protestant Christianity.

When I saw the release date of this new movie, I was not surprised. December 9th is the 13th day before the witches’ quarter-sabat of Yule.

Got that?

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