30/01/2012

Lovers in the Forest of Symbols


“Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.
- Anaïs Nin

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As we walk the paths and tracks of life there is a constant urge within that asks us if we should stay or move on at every waymark and fork in the road. The choice to stay, to make the sojourn at an oasis of pleasure, bane or blessing is given at all times – and with this death comes as a shady friend to ask us to stay and accept the state encountered.   Our journey in the world brings meetings with other pilgrims, journeymen and lovers – here worlds can collide or merge. In our journey we all take on guides – willingly or by our acts and declarations to the world – and our guiding stars and the intelligence of our daimon will prepare the unique map that is your life – a journey of a thousand possibilities...

At times we restrain our selves, because we do not want to lose ourselves.  Quite often we do not want to lose ourselves because we have laid down our anchor in still and safe waters. We chose a state to remain in because it is safe, because it leaves us free from hurt. But is it not through our scars and wounds we give light the call to enter our soul?

In this journey we know as life – this combination of states where we constantly chose to stay or leave – lies at the essence of love with his fiery arrows and flapping wings. The most misunderstood angel of all, Cupid – Eros – the fruit of love becoming mercury and movement when taken as daimon will perhaps give little rest at the stations chosen, but he will inspire loving-kindness,  a constant passion and ignite love again and again as the honey drenched steps on the track of life is taken.

27/01/2012

Seven Flaws in Mike Howards’ "Children of Cain"

Or; 

Why this broom is not taking flight…

“Witchcraft is something like gardening, something like cooking; it is a little bit of everything starting off with the basic ingredients. We are the stew or potage in the cauldron, the roots, the trunk, the leaves and the tree. It is dependent on ourselves how we flourish or wither with the winter’s storm.”

– Robert Cochrane (quoted from Shani Oates: The Star Crossed Serpent)

To define traditional witchcraft, a term Robert Cochrane coined, is not an easy task – and making a historical study of its key personage is quite hopeless unless you have access to the total array of the many legacies intended to be studied. Traditional Witchcraft is always followed by an unwritten history – its shadow where truth lies and blossom only amongst those sworn to protect the truth and its light. This factor alone makes the kind of historical account Howard attempts to present here impossible – at best biased and distorted.

In ‘The Children of Cain’, recently published by Three Hands Press Michael Howard has proposed the impossible and is of course failing dramatically in his project. After reading the book I am seriously questioning if this work is the product of an unsubtle agenda – hence his mediocre history is a deliberate attempt to present an alternative to truth – or if it is just a testament of the impossibility of the task he assumed in writing a book upon such vital premises as this.

This taken into account, Howard is deliberately inviting problems by writing with authority about The Clan of Tubal Cain, a living tradition he is not a part of, nor has focused upon as essential source of information. Rather he has decided to recreate The Clan of Tubal Cain from within the Craft sodality he himself makes part of, Cultus Sabbati. There is nothing wrong as such in doing this – but given the fact that ‘Children of Cain’ pretends to be a historical study the premise of the book misleads the reader.

The subjective view upon historical facts is the eternal challenge for the historian and the critical academic researcher, because we are always lodged within our own world in relation to what we are studying. I will only remind of Ricoeur and his wise counsel about the possibility for distortions of our presentations that occurs in our dialectic of interpretation of historical facts. This because as Derrida said, facts never speak for themselves – we always give them a voice.

From this more critical perspective upon his scholarship I find his work with source material questionable, at least ‘eclectic’ as he constantly strives to give an image of Robert Cochrane as a dysfunctional madman. This is quite typical for poor scholarship or manipulation of data. Certainly Cochrane was complex and complicated – but this fiery and angry part of Cochrane is given over to obsessive interest from Howard. In this selective work with his data I also find it quite puzzling that he is using a distant nephew of Cochrane as a key informant. Wouldn’t it have been logical to resort to those upholding his spiritual legacy and those in his family that actually had and do still retain any interest in his work? Of course a nephew can shed light upon his uncle – but it is still solely one perspective coloured by the relationship – or lack of relationship – they had.

It is also interesting to take note in how he presents Andrew Chumbley from Robert Cochrane. Chumbley is given a hagiography, following a devotional reverence as in the biography June Jones wrote about Alex Sanders. As a personal friend of Chumbley I do understand why Howard praises him to such extent – but still the contrast between this saintly tale and the pulp fiction he builds around Cochrane – which is quite tough in its beatnik way I must admit - is striking in contrast.

So, from these initial concerns I naturally also question inaccuracies in his book that perpetuate the suggestion of an unsubtle agenda behind various errors such as the dating of a photo of Evan John Jones (image 8) to 1999 while it is from 2003, or if it is just typifies a general lack of care with his data.

As a sworn brother of The Clan of Tubal Cain, having access to all data denied for Howard, I may take the liberty of addressing issues found at the tip of the iceberg that gives cause for concern of this books reliability.

1. With Cochrane's death The Clan of Tubal Cain ceased to exist.

On page 30 Howard states that The Clan of Tubal Cain ceased to exist with Cochrane’s passing and that Evan John Jones revived CTC ‘several years later’. This is simply not true. The work continued and Jane Bowers, Cochrane’s wife, passed the Magistral office to Evan John Jones soon after Cochrane’s passing. Hence the work continued, but away from the public eye – as expected given the circumstances.

2. That Goda within CTC is a fairy wife from Shropshire

On page 48 Howard is referencing an article by a person having no knowledge of the Clan or its mythos (Gary Nothingham), yet awards this person an authoritive view and perspective on the identity of and explanation of Goda, stating that this is disputed by CTC, yet refrains from actually expressing the views of CTC to counter it. He also concludes with Goda stated as being the fairy wife of a Shropshire folk hero, Wild Edric. Now this is interesting in its own right of course, but this is demonstrably dismissed in the article by the current Maid of CTC Shani Oates in Tubelo’s Green Fire and in the article by E.J. Jones ‘The People of Goda’ in ‘The Roebuck in the Thicket’, edited by Howard, where Jones, in paraphrasing Cochrane, makes clear the real meaning of this term: “This (re, People of Goda) translates roughly into ‘The people of the priesthood of the clan of Tubal Cain’ (the first blacksmith in the Old testament…” Clearly Cochrane had something different in mind to that declared by an outsider. So the dispute mentioned mere is solely in Howards mind – for CTC matters are most clear

3. CTC, The Regency and The Royal Windsor Coven are basically the same, one can explain the other.

The assumption that CTC worship a deity named Goda is followed by assumption on page 81 that seems to take matters pertaining to The Regency, the (alleged name) Royal Windsor Coven and Doreen Valiente’s opinions as directive for The Clan of Tubal Cain. In fact Howard is confusing these planes constantly adhering to whatever fits his hypothesis. Howard is here assuming that CTC adopted several guises for the God and Goddess, like Baal, Wayland, Bran and so forth – developing and asserting a very Wiccan format of working that is nothing more than an error, a figment of imagination, true only in Howard’s mind, while for Evan John Jones it was used as analogy, a method to make salient a given principle at work. Again, we find here a matter understandable for those who make part of Cochrane’s legacy but apparently blinds those who is barred from it.

4. CTC worship a triple goddess, akin to what we find in Wicca

If Howard had been privy to the teachings of The Clan of Tubal Cain he would have realized that CTC do not work with a set ‘pantheon of deities’ as he suggests – and in particular his perspective of the triple goddess that he constantly seeks to impose on CTC. Cochrane and then Jones – as CTC still do – have always affirmed that the pale faced goddess is truth and Creatrix; so per se, CTC do not revere a ‘witch goddess’ as such.

5. The Virtue of CTC was lost with Cochrane’s passing

On page 71 and 72 we find so many inconsistencies that I would dare say we are here speaking of twisting facts so much that we are entering the domains of vivid and sensationalist imagination or shameless lies. It is also an excellent example of how Howard is abusing his data and rewrites context so it can support the idea he has shaped in a remarkably biased way. One problematic issue here is Howards’ assumption that the virtue was lost, while even Valiente states that the virtue remained with Jane and was hers to pass on. It was not lost as Howard likes to think. In general the chapter is riddled with comments that ascribe great worth to Valiente albeit only when she is supporting Howards view and quickly discarded when she opposes his view.

6. CTC frequently cursed people

Howard insinuates that cursing was a common occurrence during several of the Cuveen meetings. In fact only once did a heavy cursing take place – and it is this single severe case mentioned in his book. Also in the same pages Howard insinuates that Cochrane was quite a drug fiend – while in truth his use was sporadic and was probably not more dramatic than was common in the counter culture of the 60’s in general. But I must add that indeed he held mastery of poisons and the Green Witchdom, but for Howard this is minor and insignificant as he presents Robert Cochrane the man, the witch (a title Cochrane abhorred) as a dysfunctional lunatic. Of course he had some powers – but as his distant nephew told Howard, this was just a lie.

7. Howard coined the term Luciferian Witchcraft

Howard has for a long time had a near obsession (as I perceive it) with the ‘Luciferian Tradition’. It might seem like semantics of where and how we shall cut the hair – but the implications are profound. In this subject alone Howard contradicts himself throughout the text. For instance on page 81 he states that in his opinion Roy was in touch with Luciferian witchcraft, he even states that the Magister in Cochrane’s Cuveen was considered a representative of Lucifer – but in the chapter itself he doubts this succession because John denied such connection for him. Can it be that John deliberately mislead Mike? Because in a past not that distant it was to invite problems to state such allegiance, this is easily testified to be the case until a decade ago in UK with the tension in the population concerning witchcraft and Satanism linked to child abuse. So, considering these circumstances, how expensive is not the trust given to those we speak with outside of the circle of sworn brothers and sisters.

Howard also states that he coined the term in the 1990s, as this will give him some automatic right to judge who is and who is not ‘luciferian’ - but in truth it was Paul Huson who made the connection between Lucifer and witchcraft in the introductory chapter in his book Mastering Witchcraft from 1970. Huson’s book had a profound impact in Italy and the term ‘Luciferian Witchcraft’ was in use there already in the early 70’s.

On a personal – though informed – note I am in general great disagreement with Howard in how he views the Luciferian impulse. I feel his understanding of this reads more like a romantic fantasy than the poetic reality that underlies its cultic manifestations and hence sheds light on its succession and nature. Howard has earlier stated in a review in his magazine that I have denied the reality of a ‘Luciferian Craft’ – quite absurd considering that I was admitted to the cult of Lucifer in Walachia, at the tree where he fell…

Considering that any critical study of historical events should strive to present a landscape as wide as possible - Howard’s presentation of The Clan of Tubal Cain does not fulfill this obligation and duty to the fact. It does give the impression that Howards’ aim with this book is to present his own tradition, Cultus Sabbati as superior somehow – while I think any mature and well intended study would seek to disclose sympathy and harmony in the Craft and not manipulate the reader into assuming there is a hierarchy at play here in terms of who is better.

In this regard I find reason to question if the way Howard crafts ‘The Children of Cain’ is simply a product of failure to observe the rules for good scholarship or if he has some sort of malicious agenda behind his presentation of The Clan of Tubal Cain. He is far too fond of making conclusions for the reader, insinuating that the reader should or could not make up his or her own mind.

In all fairness I must add that Howard demonstrates in the chapter about the Horseman’s word (chapter 5) a capacity for objective historicity – but in the chapter about Cochrane he is also demonstrating a gift for fiction. So this leads me to question the motives of such unnecessary actions in his discourse of CTC – because in the end of the day his fictional history of CTC ends up being nothing else than ‘His Story’.

Howard has been involved in the study of traditional witchcraft for more than 40 years and has showed a surprising dedication and stamina in his work as the editor of The Cauldron. Given his amount of knowledge and experience I am actually surprised about the tunnel vision he presents in this work. So in spite of his 40 years dedicated to the Craft I must question if not some of us have been more fortunate….

20/01/2012

St. Sebastian; Lover of Dignity


Do not what you desire - 
do what is necessary. 
Take all you are given - 
give all of yourself. 
What I have I hold! 
When all else is lost, and not until then, 
prepare to die with dignity.

-        +  Robert Cochrane




Ifá states that we are all born good and blessed. Baudelaire said in one of his prose writings that we are all marked for evil. I believe both are right. Ifá further describes iwa – conscience or mind as immature and curious. I believe this is right. And then we have Eros, devil of Venus of the winged heart with arrow and bow that makes life a dance of growth and love. In this dance we are constantly charged in relation to the promise of birth and our mark – in other words there is a battle between manifesting our immortality and sharing our immortality – but not sharing so much that we experience a loss of Self. In this enters the essence of Lilith which frustrates our desires and Self concepts. She dares us to be ruthlessly honest. This is why she is considered prime evil. That daring honesty kills even ourselves – if we are honest…

Lilith brings to us the essence of desire and necessity. She is the consequence of possibility and spirit of phrenzy. She is the angel who took hold of Dionysus and contaminated his maenads and she is the spirit of exile and holy draught that intoxicates at the edge and end of all worlds.  

In doing this she provides an example in St. Sebastian, who in the Christian mythology was martyred by treason – while in reality he was given up by friends who broke their word. Seeing that all was lost – he prepared to die with dignity…

And for him dignity was the word and the cure. And as such he gave his flesh to be subject for the death of Cupid – a thousand arrows that melted his flesh into honey so sweet that the beloved Irene took him to her house… and here nursed him back to celestial ecstasy.

It is said that Sebastian and Irene were sanctified for the rescue of Marcellian and Mark, Roman Converts to Christianity, that I understand from the purely mythological material in Christianity as being a rescue of the Marassa, the divine twins, the hands of God that restitute the world constantly. And in this I say only, Aybobo, because so much can be said as I give my silence in this day of St. Sebastian.   

12/01/2012

Fate Flows in Liquid Space


 “I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living”

-         -  Anaïs Nin

I live in the woods, but I love the Ocean. I love the Ocean so much that I married her.  I am married to the Ocean, to La Siren and I have no fear of depth, but I have fear of the shallowness of disenchanted life. When She is moving your life you live always in a sanctuary of blood and waters where the profundity of the waters is never grasped. This is how our journey and destiny should be, a lantern showing the rainbow and pot of gold at the end of the liquid space of possibility. This is life. Life is not a road, it is space, aerial, liquid or fiery – but our terrestrial journey makes us often narrow in sight…

You can call it whatever you want:  it be your will, your destiny, the bane the Fates gave to you, your mission or vision, your curse and your blessing.  Nothing really changes from the celestial dictate that tells you are unique and singular. There is no equality – only individual lights in volcanic blossom or flickering and dying in the circuit of life.

I mean, if we go through life as we were the hero in our own incarnation we must at some point end up in the that still place where challenge and ordeal, blessing and reward gives the same amount of peace and exaltation.

Fate is a station; life is riddled with waymarks and signposts – all of them unique to you; star born and bedazzled pilgrim in this world of mystery. This is your world, your journey – your mysteries to venture within, your loves and locks to break and embrace…

Destiny is a full dish. Accept it and walk on, whatever parts you deny will surface again and detours will occur. What is not solved on this mysterious path of destiny will appear and reappear – so what is the solution, what is the compass that leads us towards destiny?

It is the willing drowning in the seductions of life and the joy occurring when we approaching life with utmost interest and abandonment. This is the nail at the compass, the flaming nail that is burning holes in the flesh of time and allows you to touch space, stars and the scales of the godhood…

Go deep – and when you are at those depths that shakes your soul that make your hopes tremble… go deeper, beyond the labyrinths of Oedipus and the gardens of Electra, go down to where the sea devil  throws of its own light and embrace the other so you can become the full circle. Go so deep that when life gets shallow you will gasp for air to sustain your life – and in this your purpose shall be found. So accept fate, take her hand and let her lead you to the mystery that is you….  So, let us say as ifá says in Eji Ogbe;

I lift up my arms and walk in joyous
Satisfaction
I lift up my arms and walk with
Dignity and measured movement
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