These are troubled times on our spinning, blue earth-ship, my beloveds. This week, like so many weeks before, we’ve suffered a surge in violence and hatefulness throughout our world with countless acts of terrorism; in France, in Turkey, across the Middle East. In the United States where I live we have rampant police brutality against African Americans, rapists getting off with a slap on the wrist, government persecution of trans-people, the Orlando massacre, the deadly algae bloom choking Florida, and so many other acts of willful pollution that massacre ocean life. We are all interconnected; we are one body; what happens to a French child, or Turkish soldier, a Floridian manatee, happens to all of us.
We are witches, and we know these things; countless hideous acts of inhumanity, and their global repercussions, relentlessly break down our barriers, claw at our hearts, darken our Spirits, until decent people can’t help but be sucked down by all the suffering. That is what makes us decent people: we can discern right from wrong at a global scale, and we care. Fantastic. Now what?
The Four Horsemen are Assholes
I’m now a witch, but I was raised in the “Hellfire and Brimstone” of the Southern Baptist Church, and damned if this doesn’t look like the Armageddon prophecies of the book of Revelations, come to pass. Except for a troubling omission: where is the second coming of Jesus, so that all these fundamentalists and evangelicals will be raptured right on out of here?
We’ve got the four horsemen of the apocalypse running roughshod over society lately under the banner of Abrahamic-Religion-based extremism. Hell, Donald Trump just announced his running mate as Mike Pence, the appalling Governor of Indiana who does his level-best to destroy his state with extremism against women and gay folks. I’m getting a sulfuric whiff of an Anti-Christ power-duo on the rise. Gods help us!
If we must suffer from war, famine, judgement and death, let’s go ahead and get on with this apocalypse already! Apocalypse doesn’t really mean that the world ends, you know. It means that the veils of illusion are pulled from our eyes so that we finally see the truth of things. These truths definitely feel like the end of a world! Don’t get me wrong, I normally have an excellent relationship with J-man, but he’s late, and its really becoming a problem for the rest of us who hope to be left behind so we can clean up the mess these “true-believers” are making. <insert sarcastic eyeroll here>
But seriously, for those of us who are tapped into Universal Consciousness: witches, shamans, mystics, people with an uplink to aspects of Divinity that ask us to love, to heal, to restore the earth and her creations, to rise up like warriors against these mad-men who do harm, what are we to do? How do we deal with the horrors that our fear-bound neighbors are imposing? How do we go about our lives in an effective way, and resist succumbing to the madness, or despondency ourselves?