Friday, April 13, 2018

Clean Hands Cursing

By now, many of you know that my beloved friend and teacher, Caroline Kenner, was the victim of a brutal crime last week.  You can read about it here: http://wildhunt.org/2018/04/victimized-by-virtual-kidnapping-scam-witch-seeks-payback.html

If you would like to aid in our efforts towards justice, here is what we recommend:

Clean Hands Cursing Instructions
By Caroline Kenner and Sara Mastros
I am a professional shamanic healer and Sara is a professional wonder worker. I call myself a Washington Witchdoctor and Sara calls herself a Witch for Hire. Both of us learned about curses in the process of learning how to neutralize them for ourselves and others. I have taught curse breaking for more than a decade, a curriculum I developed in response to the many curses I’ve needed to UN-do during my career as a shamanic healer.
The last time I cursed anyone like this was in 2011, when a group of fundamentalist Christians decided to curse the United States Pagan community because we in their dumbass opinions worship a “dangerous demon” as they call The Queen of Heaven. They cursed the Pagan community state by state in reverse order of admission to the Union. You may read about my and Katrina Messenger’s response to their psychic attacks on our national community here.
http://www.witchvox.com/va/dt_va.html…
When cursing, it is important to remain focused, particularly during a Mercury retrograde period. I strongly suggest *not* adding any other targets to your curse work, but instead remaining focused on a single target, in this case, a syndicate of Mexican extortionists. However, you can apply what you learn here to curse other targets at other times.
Under no circumstances should anyone curse the President now or at any time: we have found there are layers of centuries-old protections around our elected officials, as well there should be. Curses against public officials tend to boomerang. Be warned.
Here is a summary of basic rules about Clean Hands Cursing, rules that Sara and I have both found to be true through practical experience and many years of study.
1. Curses are a Dish Best Served Cold. Never curse in the heat of emotion. This is the most important rule of all. Curse coldly after you have has a chance to calm down.
2. Consider curses to be legal contracts with the Gods. Write down your curses, and then declaim them. Do not extemporize curses.
You endanger yourself by deviating from your written script. Write your curses down in handwriting, then check your written script carefully for possible boomerangs, loopholes, or unclear language that obscures your will from the Gods.
Divine on the petition, and if the response is negative or ambivalent, rework the words until you get a clear positive response. Please understand that there are forces just waiting to trip us up in situations like this. Be careful.
3. Always curse in the names of the Gods, and not in your own name. This type of cursing is essentially extending an invitation for Divine Retribution to fall upon the target.
This rule is essential for the human curser’s protection. Your action is to notify the Gods that a wrongdoing has occurred, and request that They act to rectify or ameliorate the wrong that has been done.
The corollary to this rule: Never specify a preferred penalty. You are inviting Divine Retribution. Divinities will know the karmic history of the wrongdoing, and act accordingly. This type of thing is not given to humans to know. Do not specify a penalty: doing so makes it far more likely that aspects of the curse will boomerang.
4. Curse only specific people for specific actions, and in specific ways. You should never curse an entire category of people, or curse for abstract reasons like “social injustice”.
Such curses are almost sure to boomerang because you live a glass house, and should not be throwing stones willy-nilly.
As you see below, we have defined the curse narrowly to the business enterprises of the criminals. This is not a deathly matter; please respect that.
5. Cursing is very serious. Justified curses often last several lifetimes. Never curse someone lightly.
In most cases, cursing should be reserved for crimes. Cursing is often the only justice available in some situations, for example, the current situation.
In most cases, cursing comes about because of a failure of the mundane justice system combined with asymmetrical power differentials between the criminal and the victim.
Curse only when you are confident there is no other option.
Cursing is the art the Gods taught to the oppressed to fight back.
6. If you believe you have cursed someone, and you regret doing so, follow the same directions for cursing below, and UN-curse, or release, your doomsaying. The method below is a portal, not a one-way route.
Creating a Crucible for Curses
* Identify the target of the curse very clearly.
* Define the target narrowly.
* Choose a divinity to work with: it is best to choose a longterm ally over a specialist in this work.
Your personal spirit allies will have far more stake in the work than some divinity Who does not know you. Your ally will call in a specialist to assist Them if there is need. Trust your normal spirit allies to defend you. Even the Blessed Virgin does this type of work under certain circumstances.
Asking either one or a small number of spirits to assist you in this work is far more effective than asking a large diverse group of spirits. However, if you work predominantly with one entire pantheon, it’s fine to call on the whole pantheon.
It is bad practice to involve spirits Who have divided loyalties in baneful work. Don’t put spirits in that sort of position: again, this liable to cause boomeranging.
In this case, please do not invoke Santissima Muerte or the Blessed Virgin of Guadalupe. I love both of Them dearly, and They both have images in the Conjure Dance. Think about the Trojan War, and how the Gods took sides in ardent divine combat. No divided loyalties, please.
Suggestions for Cursing the Mexican Extortionists
Here is a summary of my personal work for the next three nights. I have requested assistance from some of the Gods I work most closely with. Tonight, Friday the 13th, I am working with Loki. Tomorrow night, I am working with Eris and Wayland the Smith. Sunday, I am working Papa Legba.
I will make a fire in my barbecue grill in the ritual circle at the top of the hill. I will have a bottle of rum left over from the Conjure Dance, and the already-handwritten petition to Loki, as well as one of my rattles. I will sing the shamanic songs I always sing that many of you are familiar with. And then, when sacred space is established and all of my helping spirits are present, I will read my pre-written curse aloud. Then, with some dancing around and gathering energy beforehand, I will burn the piece of paper. Burning the paper releases the curse fully, in my experience. I pour libations at the beginning and the end of all my workings.
Here is the spell I am going to work with, again, courtesy of Sara Mastros, a specialist in spellcraft. Once you learn the basic structure of this spell, you can easily adapt it to any future cursing needs if you wish.
Begin by preparing your petition, and lighting a fire. If you cannot use a large flame outside or in a hearth, light a small tea light, and work over the sink. As always, when working with fire, take sensible safety precautions. You will also need wine, liquor, oil, honey, milk or another libation.
Open sacred space, time, and consciousness however you see it. Next, pour the libation, call in your personal allies, and read the following aloud:
Moon Wane. Work bane.
Mercury Retrograde is our Magic Aid.
Mars Direct, the Just protect.
On April the 6th, bad men hurt my friend,
Help bring their scam to a sorry end.
Please take it from here, ___divine ally___ so dear.
I call You, ___divine ally___: please use your might,
to protect and defend Mother-Right, Father-Right.
Help Loki and Eris, Help Wayland the Smith,
Help Legba and Odin to clean out this nest.
They are vipers and liars, extortionist thieves,
who prey using fear causing trauma and grief,
to line their own pockets. These malicious persons
must be brought low, until they’ve learned their lessons.
(end with your preferred sealing of spell, “so mote it be” or preferred equivalent.)
Now, in your fruitiest Columbia School of Broadcasting magical voice, read your pre-written petition aloud. When you have finished reading it, burn it, and release the ashes, into the wind if outside, or down the drain if working inside. (Releasing them into a natural body of running water is ideal but usually difficult to achieve.)
After the curse is released, speak from your heart, in your own words, thanking your spirit allies and the planetary forces for their help. Return to normal space, time, and consciousness. Be sure to ground by eating at least a small snack. If you feel at all shaky, sprinkle some salt on your head, and then take a shower with a salt rinse at end.
For people of other religions who would like to help: Light a candle, petition your spirits and ask Them to assist bringing down a syndicate of Mexican extortionists that torment parents and grandparents to make their living frightening them and stealing their money. Simple.
Many minds make light work, so to speak, in the world of spells.
Please do not “send light” to the criminals. That’s far more likely to protect them than to expose them. The criminal justice system in Mexico veers among incompetent, uncaring, and completely corrupt. Police, DAs, and judges are likely to be in the pay of organized crime in many if not most jurisdictions. Hoping for any sort of prosecution in Mexico is beyond idealistic, sadly.
Thank you very very much for any efforts you feel like contributing to this enterprise. Love and blessings from Caroline, with a great deal of help from Sara Mastros.


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If you'd like to learn more, I sell a video lesson with more in-depth teaching on this matte here: http://mastroszealot.com/store#!/Intermediate-Witchcraft-Lesson-Clean-Hands-Cursing/p/104385619/category=24551343

Wednesday, April 4, 2018

Adonis has two mommies

Yesterday, in a sorcery group, I mentioned the myth of Adonis, and was surprised how many didn't know it.  It's true, like many other stories that conflict with the dominant patriarchal theme, this one was largely sidelined my the more mainstream Olympian oligarchy.  Short of being slang for a very attractive man, we've lost the story of Adonis, of the abused boy, almost entirely.  I'll tell the story, and then I'll talk some more about it.  The version below is largely based on Ovid's telling, although I have woven in others' takes, particularly that of Sappho, as well, in an attempt to tell the story for modern listeners.

On Cyrus, the island of Aphrodite, King Cinyras had sex with his daughter, the blameless virgin Myrrha, and then blamed her for seducing him. This is a story as old as time, and one doubtless playing out in your neighborhood right now. Aphrodite looked kind on the girl, and transformed her into a tree, so that she could not be further abused.  The tree, called Myrhh, cries even today, and her tears smell of longing, and grief, and magic.  Myrrha gave birth to beautiful boy, who screamed and caterwauled beneath his tree-mother.  The boy was the most beautiful thing Aphrodite had ever seen, and she picked the boy up, and dandled him, and nursed him at her own breast.  But then,  she grew bored of him.  Aphrodite isn't the mothering sort, and so she gave the boy to her sister, Persephone, to raise below the world.  There, in the silent darkness beneath the world, the boy thrived, growing more and more beautiful every day.  When he was full grown, he was, undoubtedly, the most beautiful human the world had ever seen.  With Persephone's blessing, he walked up out of Hell and into the living world, where Aphrodite saw him again, and she desired him.  Persephone, his mother, did not approve of this mating.  Aphrodite had, after all, turned his mother into a tree, rather than just smiting her rapacious father!  Aphrodite, had, after all, nursed this boy at her on breast!  It just wasn't right.  That was Persephone's stand.  Just not natural.  And also, it wasn't fair.  For Persephone also lusted after the boy, although she would never admit that.  The laws of the underworld are strange, we are told, and all-together just.

The sides were drawn up, with the Queen of Life on one side and the Queen of Death on the other.  The world was coming apart at the seams.  And so a compromised was reached.  In the cold season, Adonis would be with his mother, Persephone, below the world, among the shades, deathless and immortal, and there he would continue to learn at her side.  In the hot season, the wet season, Adonis would be with Aphrodite, as her human lover.  And the last third of the year, he might spend as will.  The two Queens agreed to this bargain, and then they told Adonis his fate.  Some say that he chose to spend that third with Aphrodite, and some that he spent it wandering the world.  In any case, years passed, with Adonis commuting back and forth from his mother in Hell to his lover, the Great Green Goddess.  And then, one day, the young man went hunting with his companions, who slew a sow, the sacred animal of Persephone.  Adonis gaped in horror, and still was gaping in shock when the wild boar's tusks entered into his belly, and he dropped, bleeding, to the forest floor.  The laws of the underworld are strange, we are told, and all-together just.

Aphrodite, on Cyprus, cried out in pain.  Adonis is dead!  Adonis is dead!  And she taught all the women to weep for him.  Adonis died that the plants might live, it is said.  Adonis's blood waters the fields. 

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The myth of Adonis, and the cult surrounding it, was almost undoubtedly of eastern origin.  Adonis is the Greco-fication of the Hebrew title Adon, meaning "lord", and nearly all modern scholars are in agreement that this is a Greek retelling inspired by the much older myth of Ereshkigal (Persephone), Ishtar (Aphrodite), and Dmuzi (Adonis).  There is no question that, as a deity, the figure of Adonis is intimately linked, both etymologically and magically, to the Phrygian Attis, the Semitic Tammuz or Baal Hadad, and the Egypian Osiris. 

"Attis, beloved of Cybele the Queen.  Attis, the fruit and the grain.
Attis the Christ who could have been.  
Attis the lover of Life.
Julian calls you the Substance of Mind which draws forth Creation to Being.  
You push up the plants from below the black earth, you bring down the light from the stars.
Attis, beloved, the lover of Life, enliven, enlighten, inspire.  
Open to me the seal of the church, make open our way through the hills.
Open within us the seal of the church, make open our way through the hill.
We come in the name of the Mother of All, from the cave in the deep of Her womb.  
We come from the cave at the heart of the Mountain, miles north of the Meander’s mouth.
We come from plains where Artemis reigns, from the city of Sardis last week.
We come from Philadelphia, the city of family love.
Our ancestors stand behind us, descendants we are of the gods.  
The horseman, the king, the duke of our war stands ready to press our case.
Attis, Adonis, the lover of Life, make open the way through the hill." From the fourth gate of Apokalypsis, a game of initiation. The fourth gate is the last public gate.

Monday, April 2, 2018

The Orphic Hymns

I've been working extensively with the Orphic hymns lately, and retranslating/arranging some of them.  In English, there are really only two trnaslations of any value that I've found.  The first are Thomas Taylor's 1792 translations, which are in lovely verse, and time-tested in ritual, and the second are by Apostolos N. Athanassakis and Benjamin M. Wolkow, which are literal, but not very lyrical.  I've been trying to bridge that divide.  I take some liberties from the original, but try to hew closer than Taylor, but I'm still keeping them in verse.  I've put several below; these are still rough, so they will likely change some.

#7: To Eros Protogonos
O Eros Protogonos , we ask you heed our prayer! 
Twofold, Egg-born, and Wandering through the air;
The roarer who glories is fine golden wings,
from whom the race of mortals springs.
Erikapaios, you celebrated power,
ineffable, occult, all-shining flower.
From your darksome swirling mists to the purest sight
All-spreading splendour, pure and holy light,
Hence, Phanes, called the glory of the Sky,
On wavering pinions through the world you fly.
Priapus, dark-eyed splendour, to you we sing,
Genial, all-prudent, ever blessed king:
Look with joyful aspect upon these rites divine,
And give your holy consecration and your all-propitious shine.


#10: For Selene
Hear us, holy Goddess, Night-shining Queen,
Light-bringer, Radiant One, splendid Selene:
Cow-horned moon, racing through the night,
Nocturnal, torch-bearing, maiden of light,
Waxing, waning, male and female combined,
Luminous silver-rayed Mother of Time,
Whose warm glowing orb illumines the Night,
All-seeing, vigilant, beautiful, bright,
Mother of ages, fruit-bearing Moon,
Whose warm glowing orb reflects the light of high noon
The rich quiet black is your eternal delight,
You grant favor and and luck, shining jewel of the night,
Marshal of stars, purple cloaked, silver veiled,
Queen of the Night, Aktiophis, we hail!
Shine on our rites with your all-blessing rays,
O maiden, accept your initiates’ praise.

#56: For Aphrodite
Ourania, beloved, laughter-loving Aphrodite,
Sea-born, birth giver, night festival queen,
Crafty mother of needs, you make mortals to mate,
Fruitful mother of the world, you cause the Kosmos to procreate.
You are the sovereign of the three worlds and the origin of everything,
The Heavens, the Earth, the Ocean: from you they spring.
Holy companion of beloved Bacchus,
You delight in festivity, mother of Erontes,
Seductive Beauty, who loves to make love
Joy-giver, Secret Aristocrat and Hidden Dove,
Romantic companion at the table of the gods,
You are love’s true sire, bearing reel and rods,
You give us our children, our loves, and all loving actions,
Desirable one, life-giver, you couple up mortals in unbridled passion.
Every wild beast is frenzied in your arms,
Heavenly daughter of Cypress, lend us your charms,
We behold you, royal Goddess, splendid of countenance,
On your Syrian throne, redolent of frankincense,
Or riding the plains in your iridescent chariot,
Flanked by your priests in the bathtubs of Egypt
Riding swan-driven carriage upon the waves of the Sea,
Delighting sea-creatures as they dance in your breeze.
You bring joy to the Nymphs of the Earth and the Forest,
And those who leap lightly to the song of your sea-foamy chorus.
When seated in Cyprus, oh Queen Most Divine,
where your blessings are spoken by maidens most fine.
They sing for you, blessed one, and immortal Adonis,
He the grain god, and you the Green Goddess.
We summon you now with fine words and pure souls,
Hear our words, drink our wine, and smoke of our bowls!

#63: For Justice
Oh, Holy Justice, blessed and beloved one,
You take pleasure in all that is rightly done,
You are honored by all, blissful and bold,
Lofty, right-thinking, you cannot be sold,
Nor bought, for you are inviolate and incorruptible,
You break even those who think themselves untouchable,
Who in their greed attempt to cheat your great scales,
Unbalancing what is right, attempting to grease the rails.
But you are dauntless and all-charming, beloved of all,
For you rejoice in peace, and a life that is stable.
You loath the unfair and delight in what’s right,
You are the crown of the virtues and wisdom’s true light.
Shatter the wicked, mighty Goddess, we pray,
So that all who nurse from the breast of the Earth,
who from the depths of sea were first given birth,
May follow your path of justice and nobility,
Living in harmony and peaceful tranquility.

#80, To Themis:
I call lovely Themis, daughter of Earth and the Sky, Who first spoke as oracle in the recesseses of Delphi, On Pythian ground, above the bubbling spring, You taught the young Phoibos to be a just king, You are honored by all, bringing justice’s light, For you first taught to humans worship’s delight, You howled first to Dionysus with infinite glories, You teach us the mysteries and you tell us the stories, Come, blessed maiden, attend our mystic rites, And rain down your favor upon us, your acolytes.