In my last post I cited a poem by Rudyard Kipling from The Jungle Book. That poem embodied things that I am beginning to take hold of in my own life as I’m challenging myself to become less isolated and more involved in the community around me. Wolves are not meant to be solitary creatures.
I make it no secret that I am of a European heritage. Because of my Sami descent, I struggle with indigenous discourse because I do not fall into conventional ideas what makes someone of indigenous descent. This is something I will address eventually. But in due time, as it is difficult to discuss given the current race/heritage political climate and a bred-in cultural shame. I struggle with the appropriateness of my speaking out given that I most am, by all purposes: “white.” We’ll get there. It’s ultimately irrelevant to this blog post.
I grew up with my family mottos, creeds and blessings. I’ve known all of them since infancy and every member of my family has said them to me for my entire life. To that end, they have always held strongly with me. Because of this, I’ve generally disliked any kinds of “charges” that most modern pagan paths, as they exist today. The “Nine Noble Virtues” come to the top of this list given their origins with Oswald Mosley, the AFA, and the Odinic Rite. All those groups have overtly racist or questionable motivations with their religious beliefs that I find offensive, given the way I was raised and the heritage I was brought up to hold dear.
In the same way, I don’t love the modern iterations that are found in the ADF and many Celtic Recon practices. This is because I find them influenced by Wicca, either in rejection of Gerald Gardner’s creation or in embracing it because it was easier. And sometimes it’s just plain bad research.
For myself, I hold my family beliefs in high regard, but in these new days of my life, I have created my own singular mantra of sorts.
In itself this comes to the way that I look at a full moon, which follows much more distinctively with pre-Reformation Gaelic Christian practices and how they viewed the world, given that the Irish conversion was a relatively peaceful one that ended up combining much of the cultural contexts from their pagan roots with the newer Christian beliefs. Granted, this is pre-Reformation, so bear with me on that. The “Carmina Gadelica” would be the text to read to begin understanding that, and I’ll be referencing it soon in some writing about morning devotionals.
Ultimately, I consider the “new moon,” to be a dangerous moon- rather than the full moon connotations of “lunacy,” “moonmadness,” and dare I even mention werewolves- this does link to the early Irish concepts of the day beginning at sundown and the new year falling at the end of a harvest- moving into the “dark” part of the year. The full moon illuminates the night, it is a time to get things done when the daylight runs out, the predators and things that go bump would have a harder time sneaking up on someone. In the dark of the waned moon; there are only the howls of the hungry wolves, the crack of a twig, a snarl in the shadows. The predators can always see better in the dark.
This isn’t to say that I walk around living my life like some kind of predator but more in the way that I pursue my knowledge, my life, and my faith. With a ravenous, starving diligence. Like the wolf in the dark hunting a prey that will never be able to escape, I have chosen to relentlessly pursue my identity- because it is integrally tied to my lineage, my heritage, my psyche, my religion and my lifestyle choices. To that end, I have tenants that I follow and believe, but this is the core of all things. I’ll be addressing those individual charges in the future as they become necessary.
Have you developed a personal crest or motto of sorts that singularly gives you a term to hold up to your practice or life?