I’m a huge fan of supernatural and ghost shows. SyFy has a particularly good one called “Paranormal Witness”. Unlike “A Haunting”, they use actors who actually look like the people whose story it is.
I have severe trepidation today, though, because today’s “Paranormal Witness” is about a guy being stalked on the streets of Juarez by Santa Muerte.
I’m betting that they will omit that they owe her TWO DOLLARS.
I’ll report afterwards if this is likely to be negative or positive towards the Mademoiselle.
So, it’s the Fourth of July. This is always kind of weird for me, because I enjoy the picnics and the sight of fireworks (since my vacation in Afghanistan, the noise makes me very stressed). I’m not into what I call American flag fetishism, and I hate, hate, HATE the song “Proud to be an American”. First off, yes, I was born in the States, but I’m a Canadian citizens and identify as such. Plus, large rallies of patriotic symbols make me listen for the jackboots in the distance.
Putting that aside, I do what I can for the country. For me, “love of country” means trying to keep up the qualities that make people choose the U.S. as a destination for where they’ll make their dreams come true. I’ll stand against anything that compromises those qualities. I further insist that the land is sacred and to be cared for. This is why I froth at the mouth a bit at the idea that the flag can’t touch the soil. Why not? The land is the land, the country itself. The flag is a godsdamned piece of cloth. The soil of the country should bless the flag, not desecrate it. Whoever thought it’d desecrate the flag suffered from profound cranio-rectal inversion.
In 2011, there was a dominionist Christian effort to pray for the U.S., saying that the “District of Columbia” needed to become the “District of Christ”. They directed their hostility at Columbia, saying She was a pagan goddess who needed ousting. Since Sven and I were working together at Sven’s bankruptcy firm, gaining financial freedom for those in the chains of debt, I purchased a statue of Freedom, also known as Libertas, also known as Columbia.
Bizarre? Not at all. The Capitol building is full of Masonic and pagan imagery. The magic is there to be used if ever someone decides to learn to use the tools. I feel dirty saying this, but Dan Brown’s The Lost Symbol makes a handy guidebook to magical Washington, D.C. Pair it up with the book We The People, which like the statue above is available from the Capitol Historical Society for visuals. I’m just sayin’.
We carried the statue above from San Diego to our house in Arizona, wrapped in one of Sven’s business suits. Being Sven, he left the suit out on the bed when he went to sleep. The next morning I woke up, turned over the covers to reveal the suit jacket, and when I lifted the jacket Columbia’s head rolled out onto the covers like something in a Masonic version of The Godfather. Her headdress had broken off too.
I glued Her head and headdress back on today and will be displaying her on the feasting table this evening in an act of sympathetic magic. Blessed be.
You can buy this statue from the U.S. Capitol Historical Society.
There’s a great brouhaha going on in the pagan blogosphere right now caused by this piece here. TL;DR, pop culture superheroes are our equivalent of the ancient Greek heroes, and their stories our modern heroic myths.
On pondering this, my answer is, “Time will tell.”
There are stories and there are myths. To paraphrase P. Sufenas Virius Lupus, fiction (stories) are neither real nor true, even if they do explain and convey meaning to a person’s life. Myths are perhaps not real, but they are True. For me, the epitome of myth is King Arthur. Others may point to Hercules or Cu Chulainn or Hanuman. Was there an historical person behind these myths? Perhaps, but even if there wasn’t, that doesn’t mean the story isn’t True. The stories, I posit, exist somewhere deep in the human psyche.
There is a reason why the story of a hero whose mother was a royal virgin, who had to be hidden from a man who wants him dead, who returns in disguise to his kingdom, dies betrayed, leaves no body but has many holy sepulchers is the hagiography of so many holy and divine figures. There’s also an eternal story about someone who lives a simple life who has a quest and heroism thrust upon him. There’s a story about a trickster. There’s a story about a fantastic strong man who occasionally isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed but he’s brave and physically mighty so he prevails.
Of course Jesus had to be born of a virgin from the house of David. Of course he had to be betrayed, executed, and then return. He’s a deified hero, and it’s in the job description! That’s not all. One year I was in church around the feast of the Nativity of St. John the Baptist, June 24. The Nativity of Jesus is observed starting on December 24. On St. John’s day, one of the passages read is John’s observation about Jesus that, “He must increase and I must now decrease.”
I scampered home and typed into my blog, “St John and Jesus are the Oak King and the Holly King. How could I not have seen it?”
A friend of mine, Farrell McGovern, wisely observed, “Others have noticed that too. People like to hear the same stories over and over, and they don’t care who plays the starring roles.”
With that comment, Farrell put together what makes a myth a myth and a hero a hero. I’d add that the stories that partake of Myth tend to having more staying power than those that don’t. A co-worker of mine who was Native wrote a science fiction story where millennia from now, people had discovered Bugs Bunny and worshiped him as a trickster deity. I daresay she’s right. Ol’ Bugs fits that description along with Coyote, Anansi and Loki. He is more a mythic figure than Mickey Mouse, who is now a trademark symbol with no stories of his own.
This is why Star Wars has never lost popularity, and I don’t think it ever will. Luke is yet another son of a princess who must be hidden from a male figure who wants him dead, only to return under an assumed name. The next three films will show if he ends up betrayed and revered after his death. There won’t be a body; we’ve all seen that Jedi tend to not leave them.
If you think about stories that have entered the modern psyche, they are usually the old stories with new characters in the starring roles. Bilbo Baggins and his less fortunate nephew Frodo are Unwilling Heroes who left their comfortable existence in order to become great. King Arthur’s myth is told and retold because we can’t get enough of it, and there is an Arthurian television show, Merlin, being broadcast right now.
Arthurian lore is a good place to begin to address the question of popular culture and polytheistic worship. It’s been 1200 years since Arthur was first mentioned in “History of the Britons”. Churches in England would often gain cachet and amplified sanctity through a connection with the great king. Today, Arthurian themes are prominent in Druidism and Wicca with many of the characters being “revealed” as deities in disguise. Can a hero with a Myth become a deity? We’re almost there with Arthur. In ten centuries, the same may be happening with Bilbo and Frodo.
The Luke Skywalker in me greets the Luke Skywalker in you.
Redondo Beach is about 2.5 hours away, but I’m kind of tempted. I mean, this kind of blasphemy is once in a lifetime.