Headstones and bureaucrats

Non-Fluffy Wicca posts about bureaucratic foot-dragging and stonewalling over the issue of headstones for Pagan military service members.

Beginning in 1997 with a request by the Aquarian Tabernacle Church of Washington state, various Wiccan groups have requested a pentagram headstone for military cemeteries and been ignored or turned down on technical reasons.

Incompetence or malevolence on the part of the National Cemetery Administration?

In a review of Carol Barner-Barry’s new book, Contemporary Paganism: Minority Religions in a Majoritarian America , Doug Cowan of the University of Missouri-Kansas City writes, “Contrary to what many Pagans may suspect, however, what the author reveals is not an organized persecution of minority religions, but rather the logical consequences of a constitutional process that could not imagine their existence, a legal system ill-equipped to deal with the special problems they face, a political system unwilling to work proactively to enshrine their protection, and a social system that has, on the other hand, embedded Christian demographic dominance with majoritarian privilege.”

The entire review will be in the November issue of The Pomegranate: The International Journal of Pagan Studies.

The First Amendment was set up to prevent one Christian denomination discriminating against another. The framers of the Constitution remembered western Europe’s history of wars between Catholics and Protestants, of state-supported churches such as the Church of England, and of religiously based tests for employment. They tried to eliminate all those evils.

To them, Jews were a tiny, odd but ancient minority, “Hindoos” lived on the other side of the world, Muslims likewise, and American Indian tribes did not have real religions worth mentioning.

It is no coincidence that beginning early in the last century, the Native American Church began to “push the envelope” of the First Amendment. Its theology was really not that unusual, but its use of the entheogen peyote ran contrary to majoritarian ideas about “drugs,” despite the long Christian use of a sacramental intoxicant.

Now come the Pagans, of whom it cannot be said that “we all worship the same god in different ways.” Paganism’s religious vision is so different. A divine Feminine (or several of them) is a greater challenge to the majority world view than even some Pagans recognize.

On the other hand, religion as a category is strong in America because we have no state church. Americans generally are quite tolerant people, as long as one’s religion does not lead to flying airplanes into office buildings. I suspect that we Pagans will get the military headstones eventually, somehow.

Online goddess-spirituality study

A doctoral student at the California Institute for Integrative Studies (a pricey, private graduate school) is seeking female participants for her research on “A Survey of Women’s Experiences and Implications for Therapy.”

If you are part of a “hidden population,” you have just been “snowballed.”

Back on track

M. and I have been home for three days, and life is beginning to settle down. It will be a long time before we forget the 3 a.m. evacuation and the drive into the dark mountains, not knowing if we would see our little house in the woods again.

You can read all about it at Nature Blog, probably more than you want to know.

I was on deadline with The Pomegranate when all this started. Most people, it seems, grab photo albums and such when they are forced to evacuate; I’ve seen that time and again. M. took her parents’ wedding picture, I know that. But I had the little box of 3×5 cards for tracking article submissions to The Pom and a flash memory stick with all the files on it.

We arrived at a friend’s house at what would become “Burro Camp” about 4 a.m. and spent the next three hours trying to sleep on sofas. When we had left home, our gravel county road was the new fire line, so in the state between waking and sleeping I tried to visualize a shimmering blue curtain running along it between the national forest and the home sites. All the fire had to do was move into a stand of dry, beetle-killed ponderosa pines, burn hot, and then toss embers down the hill to the road.

That never happened. When I returned, I could see that it stopped about 30 yards short of the dead trees. The wind shifted, I suppose. And the firefighters never had to make a desperate fight along the road to save the houses.

The fire did cross the road at a higher point, but quickly stopped, whether due to a wind shift or to daytime aerial slurry drops I don’t know, since I don’t know whether that part burned before dawn or not.

Of course, it is hard to keep from running a mental movie of yourself sifting through the ashes. I was kicking myself a little for not grabbing items from the outdoor shrine, located in a little grove uphill from the house. (Would a brass statue of Hekate from Sacred Source survive a fire?) What sort of Pagan leaves behind the household gods? On the other land, leaving those “graven images” there provides a focus point of magical work.

Anyway, it’s nice to be back, on several levels.

Displaced people

This blog is having a brief hiatus, as M. and I have been displaced from our home by a forest fire. More details on my shared blog, Nature Blog.

Sacred sites

Some evocative photos of sacred sites in the UK and Iceland are on view in the Sacred Sites, Contested Rights/Rites project’s photo gallery.

Visit the main page too.

Buffy studies

I live beyond the reach of cable television, and mine is one of maybe two houses on this road without a satellite dish. Consequently, I could never have made my mark in the field of “Buffy studies.” During its run I saw the program only sporadically when staying in hotels, not enough to really follow the story arcs.

Buffy the Vampire Slayer, however, drew plenty of attention from those Christians who saw it as luring teens into “the occult,” part of a general viewing-with-alarm of “teen witchcraft”.

But, says Rochester College religion professor Gregory Stevenson, the show was not about “the occult” at all. It actually presents a universe filled with moral discourse and the “occult” elements chiefly function as extended metaphor, for example, “high school is hell (mouth).”

His book Televised Morality: The Case of Buffy the Vampire Slayer goes so far as to suggest that “Buffy employs Christian teachings as a vital piece of its moral foundation.” (Xander as the Christ-figure, for instance.) This “modern fairy tale” does not glorify evil, Stevenson argues, but rather exhorts viewers to make better moral choices. He urges television critiques to move past superificial judgments based upon images of sexuality, violence, and the demonic.

Maybe I should go rent the DVDs.

Trance dance

Jason Pitzl-Waters links to an article arguing that “house music” and other descendents of disco are the true soundtrack of the Pagan movement. (There are some examples to be downloaded.)

Like the writer, I too, am tired of “boring stereotypes of what witchy, pagan music should be.” And I can understand both the “Dionysian” argument and the desire to get away from fake old-timey ballads about the Queen of Elphame.

On the other hand, the late Gwydion Pendderwen, the first Pagan musician to have a national reputation in the 1970s and early 1980s, once left his usual folky groove to write a twangy Country & Western number that managed to conceal a strongly Pagan message in completely mundane lyrics, but it never became as popular as “Spring Strathspey” or any of his other Celtic Twilight-via-Robert Graves stuff.

A difference between free people and slaves

Oleg Volk strikes again with this image illustrating the difference between slaves and free persons, via SF writer and firearms instructor Joel Rosenberg’s blog.

Blogroll housekeeping

Deleted: A Simpler Way, which has not been updated since January, and Kensho Godchaser, now folded into Jay Allen’s other blog, The Zero Boss.

Added: Red Raven’s Roost, a Celtic Reconstructionist blog, and The Marigold Trail, the blog of a San Juan Pueblo Indian from northern New Mexico in law school at UNM.

And under “Academic Life,” I am belatedly adding The Phantom Professor, an ironic commentary on teaching at a large private university in a large state to the southeast of me.

The fragrant-blossomed Muses’ lovely gift

A previously unknown poem by Sappho has been pieced together. (Via Cronaca.)