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The Warrior Dead and Military Dead

November 15, 2014 9 comments

I have used the two terms Warrior Dead and Military Dead on and off, both here on this blog, and elsewhere. I felt that I needed to give some explanation, as the way I use these terms are not automatically interchangeable. Not everyone, Ancestor workers, spirit workers, or otherwise will agree with me, and that is fine. There are many I count as Warrior Dead that are not Military Dead at all. Not all the Military Dead are Warrior Dead. This does not mean that all our Military Dead who I do not count as Warrior Dead are somehow less.

For me, what makes the Warrior Dead and Military Dead different is this: a Warrior Dead has stood up in defense of their people and/or their ways, whether that sacrifice or stand is made on behalf of their tribe, religion, nationality, ethnicity, etc. They may have done so in spite of overwhelming odds, to safeguard a piece of their people or heritage. They may have given their life in service of their people, or their ways. Among the Warrior Dead I honor are the 4,500 Saxons who gave up their lives rather than convert to Christianity, and those who kept the sacred ways alive. Countless people not part of an army have risen to defend their people from oppression, genocide, invasion, hate, and privation.

Not all Military Dead are called to make such sacrifices. One of my grandfathers, when he passes, will have been in the military, and so I will honor him as part of the Military Dead. Yet, he will not have seen combat. He signed up, and so, would have been willing to place himself in harm’s way. I do not believe the only Military Dead worth honoring are those who have seen combat. As with my grandfather, one of my grandmothers has served in the Army in a noncombat role, she, as a secretary. Anyone willing to put their life in harm’s way for another deserves honor. Anyone willing to give up some of, if not all, of the best years of their life so another person does not have to, deserves honor. Whether one is a mail carrier, a secretary, a drill sergeant, a combat officer, or a medic, support staff or direct combatants, all deserve honor. All who are part of the Military Dead deserve our honor and our thanks.

I honor the Warrior and Military Dead together on a single shrine. Because of space constraints this is on a filing cabinet. On this shrine is Wepwawet, who I associate with the Warrior Dead. He is on the rightmost front part of the shrine. Standing before Him is a small ceramic cup (I think it was used for crème brule) which holds the whiskey I have in offering for all on the shrine. Beside it is a small mound of mugwort, and sometimes tobacco. In the center of the shrine is a ceramic container which contains the dirt from several veterans’ graves, which They granted to me with Their permission after I left offerings for Them and cleaned the dirt from Their plaques. It is something I try to do about once a month. To Their left is a pin I received at The Warrior Remembrance Ritual at ConVocation 2012, given to me by the ritual leader. I wear it sometimes when I serve the Military Dead; otherwise it stays on Their shrine. To the left of this is a US Armed Forces pin and a mirror from WWII. I was told the mirror had seen combat when I picked these up from an antique shop. Behind this is a muslin-wrapped figure whom I have given a lot of work to: Ramses II. Given he was a renowned warrior and his tomb had been disturbed, I have taken time doing spells and giving offerings for him. He has a small glass star at his head. The very front of the shrine has scraps of paper with the names of people I am giving offerings to, and prayers for.

Some of these Dead have responded in kind, and asked for me not only to pray for Them, but those They left behind. After all, this is a two-way street. We do not just look after the Dead. As the Lithuanian proverb goes, “The Dead are the protection of the living.” In honoring our Warrior and Military Dead, we offer Them a way into our lives, to walk with us again, and to share in our lives as much as our offerings. Our Gebo to Their sacrifices is to remember Them, to honor Them, and to keep Their memories.

Doubt on the Path

October 9, 2013 7 comments

I doubt.  Sometimes, I doubt a lot.  I know that I write here a lot about how I see things, where my worldview is, and how I approach things.  It may give the impression that I never doubt, whether it is doubt of myself, my connection to the Gods, my signal clarity, etc.  Yet I do, sometimes to the annoyance of the Gods, Ancestors, and spirits, and sometimes, to the annoyance of my Elders.  Sometimes I doubt to my own detriment.  Yet I find my journey is not as much about overcoming doubt as it is working with it.  

Good doubt is a healthy tool that helps discernment.  It helps keep you clean from ego-trips and endless drains of self-doubt.  Good doubt is not consistent, unceasing doubt, but is present because the situation would warrant it.  When Odin first called to me, I doubted in being able to be a shaman, and even doubted the use of the word shaman in the first place.  It was only after a lot of insistence from Odin, some corroboration from others, and working through that doubt that I accepted what He had placed me on the path to becoming and let go of the worry I had about using the term shaman.  There are times I still wonder “why this term?”  and I know the answer: the words we still have do not communicate the role of a shaman in its fullness.  More practically, people in general have a useful idea of what I mean when I say shaman, whereas it may take 15-45 minutes to explain another word.

While they can be useful, the doubts you have can, and I think should, come under scrutiny.  Good doubt will allow for this, even if it isn’t completely dispelled when you’re muddling through it.  Sometimes the work any one of us is asked to do can seem outlandish to another, especially if you are a polytheist and/or animist.  Our modern day society simply does not understand what it means to have a relationship with the land we live on, with our Dead, or with Gods.  The concept of a God to begin with is only thought and talked about  in a narrow band of understanding

Bad doubt mires you, and/or makes you incapable of moving, of figuring out where you even stand.  It’s not that you’ll always know where you stand, I certainly haven’t.  Bad doubt makes that an impossibility, or near enough.  Struggling with where I am has been part of my journey regardless of where I have been at.  When I first became a Pagan I had no solid foundation, so I was slipping this way and that, but I was able to at least find purchase.  Poisonous doubt allows for no purchase at all, not even a morsel of faith in yourself, where you are, or what you are doing.  It denies that you can find a way through with your doubt, whether you are working through it, or it follows you through a working, a process, etc.

Doubt can help me to keep a clearer head, unless, like a lot of ego-related problems, it runs amok without moderation or control.  Metaphorically shooting my legs out from underneath me can be as sabotaging and irreverent as letting my head get inflated; both speak from the ego in different directions.  Shooting out my own legs gives me an easy out from doing the hard work; after all, if I’m not worthy, or I ‘could never do that’, well, I won’t do it.  I can avoid having to enter into the uncomfortable feeling of doing whatever work is set before me in the face of doubt.  If I allow my head to get inflated I may see myself as unworthy of the work, doubting its worthiness of me.  That this could not possibly be a hard lesson; after all, I’ve got this no matter what, right?  No need to rely on other people, or ask for help; hell “I can help everyone!”.  These do not help, but hinder.

Sometimes I doubt even before I’m about to be doing something.  Things like “I don’t know if I can do this”, “What if I screw up?”, “What if I don’t have enough training/understanding/knowledge/preparation?”  The last question is a healthy one, and the other two can be as well.  They can also be deterrents to doing anything, allowed to press on enough.  Asking myself “Do I know what I am doing here?” when I clearly do, i.e. hosting a workshop on Ancestor worship 101 can just be nerves or anxiety working itself out.  Asking myself “Do I have the knowledge to do this?” can give me the kick in the butt to do my research and homework.  These are good questions to ask, but where they become a problem is when they’re fixated on, rather than asked, answered, and dealt with.  These questions, and doubt in general, become a problem when the work is so completely disrupted that it is not getting done.

I am going to be the last person to rail against healthy skepticism.  Sometimes that ‘voice’ is really just an internal projection.  Sometimes I am wrong, at times, completely, when I give advice.  Skepticism allows me to keep my stance adaptive to change while standing firm in what I know to be true, not compromising on truth but accepting new truth as it comes when it passes muster.  It provides a honed edge, a way to separate needles from haystacks and ice cream from bullshit.

I have been putting out posts for the last few days, and I wanted to get this post done and out there.  I do not want to give people the impression that I am faultless, flawless, or so full of myself that I can never write about my failures.  That said, I do find it hard to be that vulnerable unless I personally know you.  Yet, I feel a responsibility to let people know that I do doubt, doubt often, and sometimes don’t have a resolution to my doubt until after whatever needing to be done is done.  That it is a normal part of the journey on any path, religious or otherwise, to doubt.  I don’t have a lock on confidence.  Sometimes, I don’t even have a container for it.  I am learning, just as sure as anyone I teach, or who teaches me, even if all I am is a lesson in frustration!

It does not make anyone less of a person to experience doubt, or even to be wrapped up in it for awhile.  Where I think learning from it, and where strength and courage are found, is in the challenge that doubt presents.  It is a challenge to keep pressing on in that doubt, whether you work through that doubt or not in the journey.  It is a challenge to keep working on the path in the face of that doubt whether you do it for your Gods, Ancestors, spirits, community, family, and/or yourself.  It is an offering to do the work set before you as best as you can, wherever and whenever you can.  It may not be easy.  It probably won’t be, regardless of what path you are on, or whatever your role(s) are in your communities.  Doubt may dog each step of your path regardless of how devoted you are to the path, the Gods, Ancestors, and/or spirits.  So take a rest if you need it.  Do the work as best as you can when you can, and keep on the path.

Odin Project: Day 3

November 3, 2012 Leave a comment

You stand atop | Yggdrasil’s branches

The great, all-seeing throne

No thing is hidden | beneath the gaze

Of the One-Eyed God

National Coming Out Day

October 11, 2012 2 comments

This is the first time I have publicly come out. I am pansexual.

I am a shaman, a priest, a youth minister, a father, a student, and a lover of learning. I am a Northern Tradition Pagan and Heathen, and I follow and serve Gods from many pantheons who have blessed my life. I love books, things that make me think, talking, drawing, and writing. I hope to live a life in permaculture principles, and leave a better world when I leave it.

As Dan Savage once told me, it is easy for those in what is seen as heteronormative relationships to just ‘pass’. For me, this is as much a stand with my brothers and sisters in the LGBTQI communities as it is a stand for myself.

Gods, Ancestors, and spirits bless you all.

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