Read Not In Kansas Anymore Online

Authors: Christine Wicker

Not In Kansas Anymore (9 page)

Tolkien was a devout Catholic who loved ancient mythology and hoped that his rendition of a great mythical world and the battles fought there between good and evil would return such stories to adult consideration. Although his stories don't mention deities or have any theological system, they demonstrate Christian teachings
and virtue in heroic terms. For many years he described his great trilogy as simply a story, not a sermon, not a lesson.

But by the end of his life he was defending against what he feared was a new paganism that had caught fire among his fans. His fears have since been realized. The influence of his work among neo-pagans and magicians has spread far beyond anything he might have imagined. Many people who believe themselves to be otherworldly creatures began thinking about such things while reading Tolkien. His books also spurred others to write fantasy and science fiction, which fed into games and fan clubs, which inspired more magical activity. Ursula Le Guin and Marion Zimmer Bradley created make-believe worlds that others took seriously in the real world. Vampires had Anne Rice and a host of other authors. H. P. Lovecraft also captured the imaginations of readers.

Magical people often talk of their favorite authors as spurs to imagination and fictional characters as models that open them to possibilities. Some believe fiction is more than that. Writers and other artists are communicating with the universal unconscious to create new myths, they believe. Belief, ritual, prayers, evocations, even the retelling of stories activate unseen forces that are perceived only on the unconscious level at first. Artists bring these very real beings and potentialities into the light where human attention and intent vitalize them.

 

C
at had many good magic stories to tell me. To improve her singing she once did a crossroad working, which is a spell that's done at the juncture of two roads. She wanted to be in a black gospel group, the competition was tough, and she didn't have the voice for it. After she went to the crossroads, her singing was better, and she got into the group. She once undid a hex that had caused
her to sicken. She did a New Year's prosperity spell that increased her hoodoo business 150 percent. It took months of talking and listening to her before I heard these stories because she rarely brags about the magical events she has brought about. One time she did boast a bit and it cost her.

A visitor to the shop began telling stories of his good fortune through magical means. She chimed in with her own. As soon as he left she realized she had bragged about magic, which wasn't good. The punishment fell on her Mojo Car, a 1994 teal blue Ford Escort station wagon covered inside and out with thousands of sacred, magical, and lucky figures: Godzilla, Jesus, the Virgin Mary, Buddha, the Statue of Liberty, Glinda the Good Witch.

She and her husband, whom she calls her Lord of Cars because she doesn't drive, were cruising through town when a woman paused to stare at the Mojo Car, and at just that moment the engine blew. The woman came over to apologize.

“I admired it too much. I'm so sorry.”

Despite all the magic Cat could bring about, she wasn't immune to the kind of bad magic that the rest of us fear. In fact, she believed it more wholeheartedly than we mundanes, and it got her, just like it would get anyone else, which was not at all what I'd hoped to find.

If I hadn't offended Cat Yronwode during our first meeting, I might never have heard the best magic story of them all. I'd offended her by asking her if she really believed in hoodoo. She was so obviously well read and analytical. She wasn't the least bit flighty or ookie-wookie-spookie, which made me wonder if she really believed these outlandish tales of magical power. I meant no offense, but sometimes being a reporter and being offensive can't be pulled apart, no matter how politely you phrase the question. Later she complained that I'd implied she was a charlatan, but at the time she replied mildly, “I know that it has worked for me.”

As an example, she told me that she had done magical work to bring her husband to her. She used lodestones, which are magnetized pieces of magnetite, often used in love work because they attract each other, and she prayed to the Hindu god Siva one April. Before the month was out a man named Tyagi Nagasiva, nicknamed Siva, who lived on Ironwood Drive in San Jose, called to say he wanted to visit. Because she had prayed to Siva and a man named Siva showed up, and because the street Ironwood is pronounced like her last name, Yronwode, Cat felt she had received magical signs affirming that he was the one. So they married. That was five years ago, and they are married still.

This was exactly the kind of good magic a lot of folks could use. She had the evidence to back up her claim that it worked—a good husband—and I agreed with her that the result was unusual, so rare and wonderful that it was indeed good magic. I believed magic brought them together, not only because they were so suited but because she summoned him, didn't go out and get him, just waited for him to arrive. They knew each other vaguely through the Internet but had never met, never talked on the phone even. During that first conversation she worked up his astrological chart as he talked and decided that having sex with him might be a good idea.

When she did the spells, Cat was edging up on fifty. She was not a woman who would go out of her way to have a facelift, work out at the gym, or wear provocative clothes to attract a man. All she would do was to be absolutely herself, which is the best way, of course, but not always appreciated in dating situations. She had two boyfriends, but she was ready to trade them in for one husband. She lived in a small town, worked much of the time, had ideas that weren't shared by a whole lot of people, and was strong-willed enough to give most men the trembles. Siva is also fourteen years younger than she is. A number of the magical women I met had younger consorts, something you
don't see much in the mundane world, and all of them were nice-looking guys.

Siva is a tall, thin man with plentiful facial hair, which is exactly the type of man Cat likes. They have a neo-Tantric relationship, which means they consider their relationship a sacred part of worship. He calls himself her devotee. Each morning Cat and Siva begin the day by telling each other their dreams and then praying to each other, either by having sex, which they regard as prayer, or by facing one another on a prayer rug. That they should be always kind to one another and honest is part of their practice. That they be monogamous is part of what she insisted upon. He reveres her as the Goddess and likes to call her Sri Catyananda. Part of his dedication is to be of service to Cat doing humble tasks: dusting the house, carrying feedbags for the chickens, putting out cat food for Kitty Boy Floyd, the half-wild cat who visits only long enough to eat.

Siva doesn't own a Laz-E-Boy, doesn't watch sports, and doesn't drink a lot of beer. He also knows a lot about computers. Cat having nabbed him was magic worth considering. It went beyond mere luck and beyond coincidence. Seemed pretty peachy to me.

Then Cat mentioned Siva's blood pact with Satan. She said it fondly, as though having such a pact made him only more adorable. So much for peachy. A magical person would have been interested in exploring why this man of such dark energy would be the answer to her prayers, but I was not even close to magical yet. I wanted good magic, not bad. If Siva was a follower of the dark side, that was bad, end of discussion, which meant I missed my first chance to move beyond the simple notions of good and bad that were helping to hold me in place. I would see Siva again, however, and the lesson would still be pending.

E
ven before Cat's fine young husband disappointed my early hopes by turning out to be a blood-pact Satanist, I knew that bad magic is as wily as a virus. It can survive anything. It can pop up anywhere. Cat said one reason so many Americans still believe in the winds of ill fortune is that bad magic was hearty enough to make the trip over the ocean. I've noticed the robust nature of trouble in many contexts. Good always seems to be puny and late to arrive. I can't count how many stories of suffering and worry I've heard that ended with God finally coming to the rescue. Nobody ever asks why it took him so long, but I can't be the only one who's wondered. Have you ever heard anyone say, “And finally the devil showed up”? No. He's always on the spot, raring to go, got the tools ready. If anybody was hiring, he's the kind of guy they'd go for.

I should have known all about the power of bad to sneak its way into good. It wasn't reasonable of me to expect so much of the good witches of Salem, but I did. Perhaps that was because the magic of Salem reached out to me even before I got there. I'd called ahead to set up interviews and talked to one of the witches, a woman named Gypsy who owns a magical shop. When I said that I wanted to write about magic, she replied, “Oh you do, do you?”

Then she directed me to wait until the night of the new moon and light three white candles. I was to sit before them and say, “May this be for the good of everyone concerned.” I liked the idea. So I did it. The light of those candles turned everything in my tatty, cluttered old study beautiful. The room glowed with the warmest light I'd ever seen. I was so charmed that I lighted the candles again a week later just to bask in the aura, but it wasn't the same, and it never has been since. Gypsy said the glow was the Goddess showing up and being amplified by all the other people calling on her that night. Maybe so.

I went to Salem early on in my hunt for good magic because witches, often called Wiccans, are the best known of the magical people and probably the most numerous. The 2000 U.S. Census puts them and other pagans at more than 300,000. When other types of pagans are added in and counted on a worldwide basis, some people say the number might go up to a million. Numbers for any of the magical people are hard to come by because they don't organize well, often don't join groups, and may count themselves as adherents of many systems at once.

I was especially attracted to Wiccans because they are adamant about doing only good magic. They like to say that all acts of pleasure are the Goddess's rites, an idea very different from the notions I had grown up with. The God I knew didn't have much use for pleasure. In fact, whatever people liked, he seemed not to like. Jesus
wasn't much better. He was kinder, but his directives to me always seemed to be about giving up what I wanted so that someone else could have it. Jesus seemed to be on everybody's side but mine.

If this Goddess the witches liked so much was being worshiped with every act of pleasure, she would grow in power every time people laughed together, and if the laughter turned mean, she would say, “Come away with me to a better place.” She would thrill when a baby lifted its arms and someone who loved it picked it up and felt that sweet weight of a little trusting body. She would be around during good sex, and we ought to back away from bad sex just as fast as she would. She wouldn't mind a bit if when a sermon or a lecture or a “good for us” message bored us, we decided to have an ice cream sundae instead of listening. And what's more, when caring about the pain of others felt as though it was simply too much to bear, she wouldn't reproach us for being callous but would say, “Take a break. You can care again later.”

This goddess sounded fine, especially when paired with the witches' other rule. Do what you will, they say, providing it harms no one. Whatever you send out comes back threefold is another rule. Using magic to override another person's will is completely verboten, which means you can't even do a love spell with a specific person in mind. Some Wiccans won't do healing spells for sick people unless the person agrees to it first. These tidy rules do have a downside.

With regard to the Wiccans, one vampire told me, “They're the Jehovah's Witnesses of the magical community. Totally sure that they're right.” The Wiccans are also much maligned in the magical community as being too white light. Fluffy bunny magic, it's sometimes called. Their insistence on ignoring the importance of the dark side is a dangerous distortion, according to some magical people. Those two problems are the selfsame problems that Christianity or any religion that aims at being completely good has always had.
They go with aspirations of high holiness like fat with cheese, but I was too desperate to affirm the good for such depressing truisms to have any appeal to me.

The story of the Wiccan movement's beginning is a wonderful illustration of just how hard it can be to know what's right and true with regard to spiritual matters. Wicca began in the 1940s with a retired English civil servant named Gerald Gardner. Twenty years earlier, a writer named Margaret Murray had claimed that witches persecuted during the Inquisition had participated in a pre-Christian fertility cult with a female deity. Later scholars discounted her stories as having been built on the accusations and confessions extracted from witches under torture. Gardner, influenced by Murray, claimed that an old woman named Dorothy Clutterbuck initiated him into a coven that had existed since the persecutions, often called the burning times by neo-pagans. Later Gardner published stories of contemporary witch covens.

No one in the movement but Gardner ever met old Dorothy. In later years many began to doubt that she existed. Doreen Valiente, an English witch initiated by Gardner, wrote that she found Clutterbuck's birth and death certificates, but whether the old woman was part of an established coven, as Gardner claimed, is still in dispute. There is also evidence that his
Book of Shadows,
the grimoire, or magical book, she was supposed to have given him, was written by Gardner himself, perhaps with the help of Aleister Crowley.

Wiccans often tout their religion as one of the few with a sense of humor, although some witches are dreadfully self-important, especially about their lineage. An increasing number, however, are unconcerned with the literal facts of their group's beginnings. Even if the stories were fabricated, the truth of the teachings and the vision they present still hold, say practitioners. Margot Adler, author of
Drawing Down the Moon,
calls the founding of modern
witchcraft the Wiccan myth. “Many have observed that myths should never be taken literally. This does not mean that they are ‘false,' only that to understand them one must separate poetry from prose, metaphorical truth from literal reality,” she writes.

Plenty of bad has been said about Wicca founder Gerald Gardner, beyond the claim that he was a liar. Frances King in
Ritual Magic in England
writes that Gardner was “a sadomasochist with both a taste for flagellations and marked voyeuristic tendencies.” With such tendencies, it might seem especially ironic that he helped ignite a turn toward feminine spirituality, which is still growing. It has inspired millions of women to question male dominance in religious ideas. This emphasis on the feminine has quietly spread to mainstream churches and become the subject of wide academic study. Part of the reason is that Gardner's witches' religion attracted brilliant, dedicated women and was gaining adherents just as the modern feminist movement began. His story may not have been factual, but his timing was impeccable.

 

W
itches are heavy into ceremony as a way of bringing forces together. As technologies of the sacred, their ceremonial circles may be even more important to them than spell work. Wiccans do both high and low magic, which is one of the most basic divisions in magical thought.

Low magic, sometimes called practical magic, is the easiest kind of magic to grasp. It is about transforming the physical events in the world around us. Low magic is usually about performing spells that affect people and events. It might employ gods and goddesses, spirits or angels, and it might not. Low magic and folk magic are often synonymous, although folk magic is more focused on the idea that there's an energy or power, sometimes called virtue, present in the
physical world to be drawn on. Hoodoo is low magic. The aims of low magic are generally practical. But the belief behind it is quite lofty: that everything is connected—the elements of the earth, the celestial bodies, animal, vegetable, mineral, and human—all are connected and all are able to interact with one another.

Low magic generally works on two principles. The first is the idea that anything that resembles something else will affect the thing it resembles. For instance, make a doll that looks like someone, and whatever happens to the doll will happen to the person. The second kind of magic works on the idea that anything attached to a person continues to be part of that person after it's detached and will affect the person no matter how far apart they are. That kind of magic might use hair, toenails, blood, footprints even.

All magical people reach far back to former times for their wisdom. That alone is an unusual way of thinking in our modern age. A distinctive feature of modern times is that humans have stopped believing that wisdom comes from the past and they look forward to the future as the site of superior understanding. Modern thinking has made experience and age matter less, and there is now a sense that humans are getting better and smarter all the time. Instead of revering past wisdom, we see it as quaint thinking that we moderns have far surpassed. Magical people, in contrast, seek wisdom by looking backward, further into the past even than the major religions of today.

Such a focus usually makes people conservative in their outlook, but magical people have always been bold. And why wouldn't they be? Loosed from the constraints that have historically limited humans, they believe themselves to be empowered beyond human imagination. Some think of themselves as divine. Others believe they can command the divine. High magic, which concerns itself with trans
forming oneself spiritually, makes these claims most emphatically, to such a glorious degree that its practitioners have shaped history, ancient and modern. High magic aims at contacting divinity, usually through secret rituals and ceremonies. It is sometimes called white magic or the Great Work, which is often taken to mean forging a link between the human soul and divine presence. Astral travel to other realms, meditation, and dream work are important practices.

During the Renaissance, high magic underwent a great resurgence and was a vital factor in mankind's “reawakening.” It inspired science, art, religion, and philosophy by holding out a vision of mankind that was more glorious than anything Christian Europeans had ever known. It informed the thinking of many eminent men, among them scientist Sir Isaac Newton, German philosopher Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel, and another genius whose name has been largely lost to popular history, John Dee.

This Renaissance resurgence of high magic, called Hermeticism, assured humans that “through his intellect man could perform marvelous feats—it was no longer man
under
God, but God
and
man,” writes the historian Peter J. French. The stars were believed to be living entities that shape human destiny and can be influenced by humans. Even God's angels might be manipulated to help mankind. In describing the powers of the magus, Pico della Mirandola wrote, “To him is granted to have whatever he chooses, to be whatever he wills.”

The revival of Hermeticism marked the dawn of the scientific age, writes French, because it unleashed a driving spirit for power. High magic inspired men with the notion that they could compel nature, force it to serve them in ways never dreamed of before. Where they had once pursued knowledge for its own sake, now humans would conquer the mysteries of the universe because they
could grow rich and powerful by doing so. At the same time that Galileo and Kepler trafficked in horoscopes, alchemy fostered a trial-and-error method of experimentation that, coupled with dogged persistence, would soon evolve into the scientific method and yield much more than gold. Magic was the template of science, writes science author James Gleick, citing Friedrich Nietzsche, who asked, “Do you believe then that the sciences would ever have arisen and become great if there had not beforehand been magicians, alchemists, astrologers, and wizards, who thirsted and hungered after abscondite and forbidden powers?”

Built on the writings of a mage, or magician, called Hermes Trismegistus, Hermeticism reached Italy in the middle of the fifteenth century. The Renaissance was in full swing. Humanism, with its ideas about the autonomy and power of mankind, was gaining sway, which dovetailed with magical thinking quite well. As the influence of theology began to wane, admiration for science rose and with it interest in everything Greek and Roman, including classical texts. These developments set the scene nicely for Hermes Trismegistus, which means Three Times Great.

He was thought to be an Egyptian sage who had lived during the time of Moses and incorporated the Jewish leader's wisdom. The Hermetic texts include a creation story in which man was once God and can again become God because divine powers are still within him. In this story, man is immortal and can understand anything—in fact, he is called to understand everything. It is through man's understanding of God that God is able to understand himself.

One reason the Hermetic texts, often called a corpus, excited people of the Renaissance so greatly was that they were so old. They seemed to foretell Jesus's life and to be the text from which Plato learned most of his teachings. Without those attributes, the corpus would have been given far less attention. The writings' date of origin,
however, had been misunderstood entirely. Later scholars realized that the corpus was written, not by a sage named Hermes, but by a number of people, all anonymous, using the same pen name. It had come into being two or three hundred years after the birth of Christ, which meant that the information about Jesus wasn't prophecy but history. Likewise, the ideas of Plato were copied from the Greek philosopher five hundred years after his death, not the other way around. The realization that Hermes Trismegistus probably didn't exist and that Hermetic wisdom was built partially on the wisdom of others and on history robbed the teachings of their main claims to legitimacy.

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