Tag: ronald hutton

Punk zen monks, Baphomet and Slenderman

By Spiral Nature | July 26, 2014 | 2 comments

Linkage, chain background image by Faramarz Hashemi
Magick

Chaos magick is all grown up, and if there are punk zen monks, there are also chaote monastics.

Are you a bad witch? Bad Witches is a new blog and it’s off to a strong start, with posts on hacking the tarot, and what Jove’s up to on Thor’s day and how you can make harness that money magick goodness. (Or is that badness?)

Mindfulness meditation centred around Baphomet? Count me in.

Check out Sable Aradia’s great two part (so far) series on sex magick, “A Sticky Subject: Teaching Sex Magick: Part I” and “Part II“. Important reading. Continue reading


The Triumph of the Moon, by Ronald Hutton

By Mike Gleason | April 26, 2003 | Leave a comment

The Triumph of the Moon: A History of Modern Pagan Witchcraft, by Ronald Hutton
Oxford University Press, 416 pp. (plus notes and index), 1999

Before I requested this book, I had heard a little bit about it. Some of my acquaintances said it was the best book on Pagan history they had ever read. Others said it was thing they had ever heard of.

The book begins by demolishing some long held, well-loved beliefs about the words “pagan” and “heathen.”

Mr. Hutton comes to this research from an angle which has been sadly lacking on the subject of Paganism – that of a historian. He has no axe to grind, no sacred cows to protect, no oaths of secrecy to prevent him from looking at every angle. Continue reading


The earth is a witch: ecofeminism, deep ecology, and the Pagan movement

By Thomas H. Harbold | July 20, 2001 | Leave a comment

Ecology, photo by travel orientedIntroduction

It is early evening, in mid-March, in Maryland. I am sitting in my bedroom, gazing out my window at the melting patches of snow which still cover large portions of the ground in these parts-and at the horrible gashes cut into the breast of Earth-Mother by the bulldozers of developers who have converted the beautiful fields, forest, and hedge- rows behind my house into the site of a future subdivision. The sun has just set behind the hill I call, privately, Cerne’s Knoll, for the deer I used to see there; now there are no deer, and precious few trees, left of this formerly vibrant woods. I reflect that the developer responsible is considered a pillar of his community-he sits on the board of trustees of my undergraduate college-and his church. I think on the connection between church and community: and on the at times chasmic dis-connection between church and land-community, and between the traditional Christian church and those who are not, whether by choice or happenstance, part of it. Continue reading