Pagan Conference 2015 CFP
Fecundity and Richness of the Dark
Depth psychologist James Hillman wrote, “that until the culture recognizes the legitimacy of growing down, each person in the culture struggles blindly to make sense of the darkness that the soul requires to deepen into life."
Monotheistic notions over the past two millennia have separated and polarized our manner of being in the world into realms of light and darkness, positive and negative, holy and desacralized, valued and devalued.
Polytheists, Pagans, animists, et al view differently the interplay of light and dark, and seek to revalue, re-sacralize, and retrieve the dark. How do we interpret the Darkness? How do we imagine and reimagine our relationship with the Dark? Are there treasures hidden in the gloom, or are the shadows themselves treasures? Can monsters be gifts? How do we address the relationship between Darkness and Light?
We are looking for papers from all disciplines. A community needs artists, teachers, scientists, healers, historians, philosophers, educators, thinkers, activists, etc.
As usual, we are using Pagan in its most inclusive form, covering pagans, wiccans, witches and the numerous hybrids that have sprung up as well as any indigenous groups that feel akin to or want to be in conversation with Pagans.
Abstracts should be no longer than 300 words and are due by September 20, 2014. Go to our website pagan_conference
I was weirdly grateful when she was finally saying the things I know she had been thinking all along
This is what happens when the system goes down at work. Never let a pagan’s brain roam.
T’was the night before Beltane
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Well, Brownies chasing a mouse.
The Maypole was hung in the garden
In hopes that the coven soon would be there.
The people were nestled all snug in their tents
Some of them dreaming of bonfires immense
And I in my sleep shirt and she in much less
And just settled in to state of undress.
When out on the lawn arose such a clatter
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the doorway I flew like a fool
And promptly tripped over her mules.
The moon rose high over lawns green and dim
Gave luster to a man who was definitely not slim
Surrounded by Maenads it now did appear
That Beltane was going to be wilder this year.
With a great bowl of wine and a keg by his side
I knew that Sir Bacchus had now just arrived.
“To the Maypole, to the Maypole”, he cried
And I hoped that the cheeses and meat would survive.
The Maenads were dancing and making us dizzy
And I knew that the Priestesses would throw such a tizzy
They were being upstaged by the Maenads crazed dance
That only Radical Fairies even stood half a chance.
I feared for the children’s well dressing to last
The Maenads were sweeping along in the paths
The Maypole was leaning a bit to the south
While I just stood gaping with wide open mouth
He was dressed all in leaves, from head to his toe
With grape vines entwined thoughout, don cha know.
A keg on two legs was found at his heels
I could see that he hardly ever missed a few meals.
His face was so red and shined with a glow
The wreath on his head was tipping just so
He smiled with a smile just full of great glee
He was going to be our most favourite party crashee
He gathered us round and started the dance
We all then joined in for such a fine prance.
Morning came when the sun started to rise
He waved us goodbye from over the rise
“Drink plenty of wine!” He gave us his warning
“Happy Beltane to all and to all a great morning”.
By ElfKat ©2012
Queen of Arrows
The deer is seen as the sovereign of the Greenwood and a great deal of legend is attached to the White Hart. At home in the heart of the forest and surefooted on narrow hillside paths, hinds are nurturing and protective of their young at midsummer.
A person with a gentle, tender and loving heart, whose quiet wisdom brings healing.
They could have qualities of shyness and oversensitivity; difficult to get close to initially, they are loyal and deep. A person happy and healthy.
(In this tarot card the deer sits still on a grassy mound, whilst the vibrant, healing, vitalised air of summer swirls in currents behind it. The arrows stand still in the ground.)