By Sable Aradia (reblogged from Gods & Radicals): It’s a strange footnote of history. Something happened in World War II that doesn’t really make any sense, and nobody really seems to give a lot of thought as to why it happened outside of military academies. Germany never invaded Britain.
A few tidbits from Gods & Radicals; also, a print journal coming out!
The Gods&Radicals Journal!
We’re utterly excited to announce our call-for-contributions to the Gods&Radicals Journal! Deadline is September 15th, and contributions will be paid.
We’ll announce subscription and ordering information soon!
Are you going to Many Gods West? Several of our writers will be presenting there (including Anthony Rella, Sean Donahue, and Rhyd Wildermuth), and many other writers will be in attendance. Come say hi! We’re mostly on the side of good. 🙂
What comes after Capitalism? Maybe it’s already here.
Ever thought about all the things Nature provides for ‘free?’
And coming up this week: Druid heartthrob Jonathan Woolley on Heresies, the next installment Fjothr Odinsdottir Lokakvan‘s hope-inspiring monthly column “Things With Feathers,” George Caffentzis with a report back from Greece, and James Lindenschmidt‘s essay on the effects of Capital through Ancestral Displacement. Also, we’re excited to…
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You know, Activism is like writing. Sort of. At least for me they have something in common. They both get points across. They are both forms of communication. They are vastly different as well. One I love doing and the other, not so much. Guess which one is which.
I was supposed to write an article for Winding Widdershins, ages ago. I started it and restarted and still couldn’t come up with anything. It’s not that my experiences are not page worthy. It’s, how do I even begin to share all the things I am learning? How do I begin to share all the things I didn’t know? That’s the tough one. So, I decided to Start. Yeah, not even “start small”. Just Start.
I am Sparrow and I live on Burnaby Mountain. You may have heard of it. If you haven’t, I suggest you look it up. It’s the place that began a movement. It is the place that my life changed forever and I am so lucky to live on the South face of this little but LARGE Mountain.
I live here with the love of my life, Mojo. He is a beautiful, magical man, and he makes what I do just that much for fun and easy. We are Wiccan and have a coven together. He is a Shaman as well. I guess we both do a sort of Shamanic work. He heals souls and I heal the Earth. Same same but different. We have three fur-babies. Murphy OdinDog, Erebus (a gorgeous black cat) and his beautiful silky sister, Nyx.
This Activism path is new to me. Extremely new. November 20, 2014 was a day that changed everything about my life. It changed the way I think. It changed the way I feel. It changed the way people look at me. It changed Me.
That day I was arrested. I was arrested for standing up for what I believe in. I believe that this Earth is our Mother. She has given us everything we need to survive and to thrive. She has given us sacred life giving water. Water is the resource. It is the one resource that none of us can live without. We need to protect our sacred waters with every fiber of our beings, otherwise, we are doomed. The language may seem dramatic, but so is the consequence for not doing this difficult but rewarding work. I believe that all beings are equal. I believe in Social Justice.
That fateful day was the day that Kinder Morgan brought in their drill to test the mountain. They would like to put a pipeline through our Mountain. This mountain is right beside, and by right beside, I mean it touches the Pacific Ocean. There is already an aging pipeline on Burnaby Mountain. Kinder Morgan wants to twin that pipeline so they can triple the shipment of bitumen from the Alberta Tar Sands to China, through our Sacred Salish waters. This cannot happen. I will share more of this battle in future installments.
Our Mother, the Earth connected with me in a way that to this day I cannot explain. She didn’t say anything in a spoken language. What She shared with me She shared on some deep cellular level that I cannot even begin to understand. What I will attempt to do, for my part on Winding Widdershins, is to share with you the reader my experiences, what I learn, what I struggle with, and ways that you can be an Activist as well.
What I’ve attempted here is a short introduction into who I am and what I do. Thanks for joining us here.
With a federal election looming, and one just complete in the UK, I think it’s a good time to push forward the issue of voting in our modern age. Namely, that not enough people do it, and for all of the wrong reasons. This is my first post here, and it won’t even be the heaviest by far, but it will be one of the most passionate things I write about.
Continue reading Voting is Important
In my essay from April 27th, “Towards a Pagan Politics”, I claimed that capitalism levels all values while paganism is committed to a pluralism of irreducibly different values. I lacked time and space then to fully flesh out this point, but I would like to dedicate myself here to clarifying and expanding upon the claim.
What is Value?
I think that my claim could have been made even stronger, specifically that while capitalism starts out as the dominance of one value over all others it becomes a complete loss of all sense of value. Capitalism is a nihilism of the most banal sort. Paganism, on the other hand, is dedicated to the rich complexity, vibrancy and value-laden nature of life. To see how and why this is the case we need to investigate the concept of value rather closely.
Today we have a highly subjective concept…
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