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PLEASE
CONSIDER THE following as an open letter to the pagan community, the
first of the essays on the relevance of socialism to paganism and of
paganism to socialism I promised on 18 July I would soon write. Please
also forgive the delay; the 18th
was the last time my circumstances actually allowed me the time and
energy essential to prepare anything genuinely contemplative for this
space; my neighbors and I here in the geezer ghetto are still plagued by
our heartless landlord's innumerable and invariably disruptive
intrusions as he renovates his for-profit properties to comply with
federal low-interest loan requirements.
As I wrote in that most recent OAN essay, how
“do I resolve the apparent conflict between being a Marxian (and
therefore a dialectical materialist) and... also being a Gaian Pagan
(and a Pagan not by fad or adaptation or mere inclination but as a
direct consequence of two undeniable, inexplicable and unquestionably
demanding encounters with its Source)?”
“Preview: in the ultimate sense, I see no conflict at all. In fact I am convinced each is essential to sustain the other.”
But
of course I was describing a feeling, emotional reality rather than
intellectual reality, right brain rather than left brain, and I as soon
as I began applying logic to the question, I initially feared I had
stepped into a miasma of contradictions I might never be able to
resolve.
Then
– as so often occurs in my habitually agnostic/skeptical (if not
downright cynical) relationship to all forms of spirituality including
my own – synchronicity intervened. As it happens, I am working, again as
an unpaid volunteer, on another editorial project which brought me into
contact with the mostly unacknowledged truth all philosophies – even
our own informal assumptions about life – embody the bias imposed by our
socioeconomic class: whether we are part of the 99 Percent or part of
the One Percent and its Ruling Class vassalage. Philosophically
speaking, our overlords in the One Percent and its Ruling Class view the
world as their rightful “god-given” possession, an exploitable
commodity – we the people included – to subjugate as greed, sadistic
whim and capitalism's mandatory quest for maximum profit dictate.
Meanwhile we of the 99 Percent – all of us capitalism's victims – either
(further) shackle ourselves by adopting the philosophies dictated by
our oppressors or we (somehow) wake up and evolve our own philosophical
view.
Socialism
is, of course, one of the (self-protective) results of our awakening;
Marxism is merely socialism's purest and most disciplined form. Paganism
– especially in its Wiccan or Gaian forms – is another such awakening.
The functional twinship of socialism and paganism begins with their
common purpose: the preservation of our species from extinction by
capitalist depredation, either as World War III or environmental
apocalypse.
Indeed
I would go so far as to argue that while one may be a socialist without
being pagan, one cannot be a pagan without also being a socialist.
Capitalism, remember, is a direct derivative of Protestant Christianity (for which see Max Weber, The Protestant Ethic and the Spirit of Capitalism). The ultimate form of Protestantism is the Prosperity Gospel,
which reasserts the divine right of kings in its modern form as the
divine right of corporate executives and of the One Percent in general.
It defines wealth as an expression of divine blessing and attributes
poverty to sin. (Backtracking for a moment, Christianity is one of the
three Abrahamic religions. It and the others, Judaism and Islam, define
the universe as the asexual creation of a male deity and thereby reduce
female reproductive power to virtual irrelevance. From this reduction
results the contempt for Nature, the misogynistic hatred, the clitoris
envy and the implicitly violent insistence on hierarchy that define all
patriarchal belief systems.) Predictably, the associated malignancy is
intensified to its most extreme, ecocidal and genocidal form in
capitalism, which is Abrahamic religion's ultimate distillate. (The
historical dynamics of patriarchal religion's distillation into an
ever-more-murderous philosophy of exploitation is eloquently documented
in The Great Cosmic Mother, Barbara Mor's invaluable work in
post-Abrahamic, post-capitalist anthropology, a book that should be
twinned with Howard Zinn's A People's History of the United States
in terms of significant revelations of our methodically suppressed
past.) A basic pagan library should include a well-read copy of each
volume.
Remember
too the relationship between capitalism and its Abrahamic-religion
father is symbiotic: one reinforces the other – hence Marx's
condemnation of religion as the opiate of the masses. Hence too the liberation
of scientific inquiry resulting from the Soviet suppression of
Abrahamic religion – specifically the widespread Soviet investigation of subjects damned as “Satanic” in the Christian-dominated U.S. Moreover the Soviet suppression of Abrahamic religion encouraged not only the U.S.S.R.'s indigenous tribal religions but the resurrection of European paganism by Soviet and post-Soviet youth.
Given
that the official, dominant and often violently sustained philosophy of
our pre-revolutionary, pre-apocalyptic era is capitalism cum Christianity (or vice-versa),
what then are socialism and paganism but efforts by ourselves, the 99
Percent, to liberate ourselves from enslavement by capitalism and
Christianity? (I presume I need not add our enslavement is indisputably
proven by how capitalism – its depredations countenanced if not
encouraged by the Prosperity Gospel -- has already reduced half the U.S.
population to low-income destitution during the past 43 years. As to how this has come about, see Jeff Sharlet's The Family: the Secret Fundamentalism at the Heart of American Power [Harper: 2008].)
Just
as socialism is our instrument of economic revolution, so then is
paganism our instrument of spiritual revolution – though the class-based
nature of modern paganism (another expression of the socialist/pagan
twinhood) – has yet to be commonly recognized by either group.
While the revolutionary origins and history of socialism are thoroughly documented,
the modern history of paganism (or neo-paganism as it is sometimes
called), is virtually unknown – even to many present-day pagans. Though
such a history is beyond the scope of this essay, it can nevertheless be
summarized in three sentences. The modern pagan renaissance – and in
particular the resurrection of the Great Goddess as its primary deity –
began with the 1948 publication of The White Goddess, Robert
Graves' definitively revolutionary “Historical Grammar of Poetic Myth”
(Farrar, Straus and Giroux, New York: 1966). Its initial collective
expression occurred within the Beat Movement of the 1950s. (See for
example Diane DiPrima's epic Loba (Penguin Books, London:
1973-1998), which, probably more than any other associated work,
exemplifies the spiritual revolution implicit in the Beat ethos.) The
resurrection process was accelerated by the the Folk Renaissance of the
late 1950s and early 1960s, which popularized traditional
British and European balladry, much of it the disguised yet
still-psychically potent remnants of pagan liturgy, a connection
explored in detail by the late Holger Olaf Nygard, Duke University's
resident folklore scholar. (Alas, Nygard's cutting-edge work, A Literary History of the Popular Ballad
[Duke University Press: 1963], is long out of print – and my copy,
probably one of the last in existence, was destroyed by the 1983 fire.)
In any case, the point here is that paganism acquired its present global momentum
as an extension of the Counterculture of Rebellion that reached its
apex during the 1960s and 1970s – an expression of the same
save-the-world-from-capitalist-depredation instinct that birthed the Gaia Hypothesis,
Second Wave Feminism, Environmentalism and the Back-to-the-Land
Movement. And I think it no coincidence paganism is, with feminism and
environmentalism, among the only Countercultural remnants surviving
today.
But from the socialist perspective is spirituality
– any spirituality – not inevitably yet another “opiate of the masses”?
And thus, again from the socialist perspective, should not all
spirituality therefore be discarded as expeditiously as possible?
Firstly,
history shows spirituality is a characteristic human activity
impossible to suppress. It is ultimately an expression of our species'
quest for individual and collective meaning, as instinctive as other
forms of creative expression, as definitively human as sexuality, though
– alas (precisely as Abrahamic religion demonstrates) – equally subject
to perversion. Secondly the emergence of Liberation Theology,
a radical variant of Catholicism that presents Jesus as a martyred
revolutionary and attempts to sidestep Christianity's inherent Abrahamic
misogyny, contempt for Nature and hierarchical despotism, proves even a
classic, trickle-down opiate might be made to (deceptively) serve the
cause of socialist revolution. Thirdly, while Liberation Theology was
ultimately an effort by the Ruling Class (as personified by the church)
to retain Ruling Class religious dominance (i.e. philosophical
supremacy) in an era of rising revolutionary anger, paganism by contrast
is an instinctively revolutionary response by those of us increasingly
alienated by the roles of organized religion and capitalist governance
in spawning, fostering and intensifying capitalism's threat to human
survival.
As
if to further confirm paganism's revolutionary nature, there is
compelling evidence the One Percent and its Ruling Class consider the
resurrection of paganism (and particularly its Great Goddess) to be at
least as subversive as socialism. (This evidence includes several
premature deaths and the mysterious fire that destroyed “Glimpses of a
Pale Dancer,” my meticulously researched collection of the evidence that
would have redefined the Counterculture as the first wave of a
revolution against patriarchy.) Paganism's danger to the One Percent and
its Ruling Class thus lies in its accelerating rebuttal of Abrahamic
despotism, which remember is the root of capitalism. The contrast
between the Abrahamic god and the modern pagan goddess is literally a
clash of diametrical opposites. Whether one accepts the Abrahamic god as
real or symbolic, he is in fact the personification of oppression – the
limitation, destruction and/or perversion of our quintessential
humanity. Just as, whether one accepts the goddess as real or symbolic,
she is the personification of nurturing – the recognition, encouragement
and fulfillment of our individual and collective potential.
In
this context paganism offers genuine liberation – not just from the
Abrahamic religions' patriarchy-sustaining misogynistic anti-sex,
anti-sensual and anti-Nature taboos, but from the innate Abrahamic
hostility to science as well. While the Abrahamic myth of creation by a
male deity is a genuinely unnatural act, contradicting physics,
astronomy and biology, the Gaia Hypothesis restates in scientific terms
paganism's core principle – that our planet (and by extension the entire
cosmos) is alive, conscious and self-regulating. Moreover, paganism –
unlike so-called Liberation Theology – is not dictated from above; the
Ruling Class, which sneeringly denounces paganism as childish
superstition or damns it as “Devil worship,” wants nothing to do with it
and suppresses it at every opportunity.
Modern paganism is thus born entirely of rebellious intent – a 99
Percent philosophy intended, as I wrote in a long-lost essay, “to fault
the (patriarchal) bedrock of (what passes for) civilization” and thereby
free us from the psychological component of
patriarchal/Abrahamic/capitalist shackles.
Thus
too modern paganism is the spiritual and emotional counterpart of what
socialism is for economics and politics. If one is truly a dialectical
materialist – that is, genuinely committed to understanding “the real
conditions of materialist existence” (which include the material of
human consciousness) – one must recognize that sociological and
psychological realities are equal to economic and political realities in
the symbiosis that shapes our circumstances. Moreover, if one is
genuinely committed to the pagan ethos of rescuing our human selfhood
from beneath the jackboots of patriarchal religion and capitalism – thereby
reconnecting ourselves with Nature and (perhaps) saving ourselves from
extinction – the socialist ethos of “from each according to ability; to
each according to need” is the only way to expand the pagan principle of
“as above, so below” to encompass all human society.
Here ends my open letter, which I hope will achieve the widest possible circulation within the pagan community.
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I
HAVE COME to regard it as a kind of cheating to re-post comments I
wrote on threads at other websites, but the following is the first time I
have ever been able to bring myself to write publicly of the tragedy
that – because it occurred during our society's pre-feminist refusal to
acknowledge reproductive trauma – shattered the marriage shared by my
second wife and me.
The writing was itself a surprise, my entirely unpremeditated response to an emotionally wrenching report detailing the birth of a dead child and the creditor-intensified emotional devastation it inflicted on both parents.
What follows is slightly expanded from the original, which was condensed to fit Reader Supported News' 1500-character space restriction:
Albeit
without the crushing debt that afflicted the author of the RSN essay
after the death of her daughter, my second wife and I were similarly
wounded by the death of our son. Hence we share Ms. Blossom's sorrow.
Ironically, we lived in Manhattan, the psychiatric capitol of the world, but it was 1967, and the feminist movement had yet to raise USian emotional consciousness enough for the shrinks to recognize the trauma associated with a still-born child.
We had made our baby deliberately and knowingly, gazing into one another's eyes amidst the exquisite pleasure and infinite joy of love, and like the Blossoms, we were anticipating, with all the characteristic happiness and apprehension, our transformation from a couple into a family. Adrienne, in that singularly female bio-emotional way of knowing – a mode of perception we men can never truly comprehend – had decided as a child age seven or eight she wanted a son named Loren, and now she was collecting the requisite baby clothes and related items ancillary to the fulfillment of her desire and intention. I on my part had already decided to give up the uncertain life of an editorial freelancer, take a staff job on one of the many New Jersey dailies that surrounded the City and thus aim for an eventual slot on one of the Manhattan papers, most likely The New York Post, which then before Rupert Murdoch bought it and destroyed it was the most proudly Left-leaning daily in the United States.
But at the end of our sixth month of pregnancy a moral imbecile for whom there are not vile enough pejoratives in any language ran for a train, and in his vicious haste – cursed may he be – he knocked Adrienne down the long flight of iron stairs to the lower level of the Union Square subway station. It was a Sunday; she had gone to visit friends on the Upper East Side, returned home that evening massively bruised and limping from the fall, and three days later our son was born dead.
My wife saw him briefly in the emergency room, an experience she cannot talk about even now, 49 years later. I viewed him for a moment as a nurse carried him in a glass jar through the Beth Israel Hospital emergency waiting room.
Ironically, we lived in Manhattan, the psychiatric capitol of the world, but it was 1967, and the feminist movement had yet to raise USian emotional consciousness enough for the shrinks to recognize the trauma associated with a still-born child.
We had made our baby deliberately and knowingly, gazing into one another's eyes amidst the exquisite pleasure and infinite joy of love, and like the Blossoms, we were anticipating, with all the characteristic happiness and apprehension, our transformation from a couple into a family. Adrienne, in that singularly female bio-emotional way of knowing – a mode of perception we men can never truly comprehend – had decided as a child age seven or eight she wanted a son named Loren, and now she was collecting the requisite baby clothes and related items ancillary to the fulfillment of her desire and intention. I on my part had already decided to give up the uncertain life of an editorial freelancer, take a staff job on one of the many New Jersey dailies that surrounded the City and thus aim for an eventual slot on one of the Manhattan papers, most likely The New York Post, which then before Rupert Murdoch bought it and destroyed it was the most proudly Left-leaning daily in the United States.
But at the end of our sixth month of pregnancy a moral imbecile for whom there are not vile enough pejoratives in any language ran for a train, and in his vicious haste – cursed may he be – he knocked Adrienne down the long flight of iron stairs to the lower level of the Union Square subway station. It was a Sunday; she had gone to visit friends on the Upper East Side, returned home that evening massively bruised and limping from the fall, and three days later our son was born dead.
My wife saw him briefly in the emergency room, an experience she cannot talk about even now, 49 years later. I viewed him for a moment as a nurse carried him in a glass jar through the Beth Israel Hospital emergency waiting room.
“Is that the Bliss baby,” I asked.
“Who are you,” she asked in reply.
“I'm the father,” I said. “May I see?”
Except
for his purple color, he seemed perfectly formed, almost a twin of the
infant I knew from pictures of myself as a babe-in-arms, his hair as
near-black as my own was then.
I cannot yet describe my feelings as the nurse bore him away; even now no words suffice.
In
keeping with that era's accepted practice, we stifled our grief. A year
later it seemed we despised one another, and by 1974 we were divorced – though now in the final years of our lives we are again emotionally
close though we live on opposite coasts.
Thanks to feminist consciousness-raising, trauma such as ours and the Blossoms is at last acknowledged, even unto the fact it is a wound from which full healing is rarely if ever achieved. But its hurt can indeed be ameliorated by therapy – save when capitalist greed prices such relief out of our reach, an atrocity the only cure for which is the abolition of capitalism – another of the many reasons my politics are what they are.
Thanks to feminist consciousness-raising, trauma such as ours and the Blossoms is at last acknowledged, even unto the fact it is a wound from which full healing is rarely if ever achieved. But its hurt can indeed be ameliorated by therapy – save when capitalist greed prices such relief out of our reach, an atrocity the only cure for which is the abolition of capitalism – another of the many reasons my politics are what they are.
Meanwhile, if reincarnation is real, may that which animated our son live again as someone else's child – and this time thrive.
And yes, we would have named him Loren.
And yes, we would have named him Loren.
LB/8 August 2016.
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