Wednesday, December 6, 2017

Innovating Kinnish II

That last post was running a little longer than expected. So I decided to stop where I did and take a break. I always have a general idea of what I want to express in each post, and in my head I’m always three or four posts head of the last  one published. But the writing process is very organic, and most of my best stuff pours out while I’m trying to say something else.

Now where was I?

Oh yeah, rambling about innovation. Funny story; many years ago I was having a conversation with a Golden Dawn Ceremonial Magician about this very topic of innovation, making the same points about the romantic validation of a belief, practice or tradition based on how old it is; and how not only is it okay to make up you own stuff, many times it’s actually better. After some discussion and some civil debate we came to an interesting agreement:

“It’s okay to make stuff up, as long as you do it right..”

Which leads to the second form of validation, popularity. While I stand fast to my assertion that it is the benefit of beliefs and practices that determine their validity, and their value; most people settle for popularity. 

In other words, it doesn’t need to actually work well, as long as enough people are doing it. If I were using a Big Bang Theory theme, this episode would be called “The Population Validation.”

Yeah, fuck that.

Seriously. Don’t we get enough mindless orthopraxy from the other areas of our lives? Fuck. That. Life is too short. I’ve got less than 50 years left on this rock, so my time is too valuable to be wasted on voluntary bullshit that does not benefit me. 

I’m all about quality over quantity. I want good high quality times, spent with good high quality people, doing good high quality things, like good high quality Heathenry. And all of my Kinnish innovations have been developed to enhance those good high quality experiences.

So, I'll leave you with a small simple example of a recent innovation.

We read in the lore about the war between the Aesir and Vanir. How they came together in truce, and how as part of that truce, each of them spit into a vat. Their spit mingled and from their combined saliva; Kvasir, wisest of all beings was born.

They came together under a banner of truce, Grith. And their grithy spit produced the “wisest being.” I found that quite inspirational. 

From that one might make the argument that this portion of lore supports the mixing and mingling DNA, to “produce good natured wisdom.” But that’s another post. For now let’s just apply that theme to formally establishing grith at gatherings.

The Grithhold is a vessel, like the vat. Mine is a nice wooden bowl. And in that bowl is a fresh dirt from several specific places on my property, the Nichterhof. And when people come to the Nichterhof for blot, they spit in that wooden bowl full of dirt as a gesture of grith.

This gesture indicates their compliance to the policy that “no business will be conducted on continental grounds.”

It’s a simple innovation inspired by lore. But it becomes sacred when we share it. 

And you can’t make Frith without Grith.

Innovating Kinnish

Organized Freemasonry celebrated its 300th anniversary in California this year. Which made it a very cool year to be installed as Master of my Lodge. I’ve been a Mason for over 15 years now, and I have been active for most of those years, But when I wasn’t active in lodge, I was active in my personal studies, and have come to be known for my knowledge and work in the field of Masonic Edification. I am the founder of Providence Research Society, and Have been lecturing about Masonry to other Masons for some time now.

That all being said; I don’t know where Freemasonry came from. None of us do. So we say “since time immemorial.” Which is a really slick way of saying “we don't know.” So, of course, many theories have been developed regarding the origins of the world’s oldest fraternity. And those theories are one of the favorite topics of discussion among Philoso-brothers.

While the vast majority of Masons seem to prefer the Templar origin theory, I personally prefer the less grand, less romantic, and therefore less popular, Morality Play Guild theory. But it has always been quite the tired subject for me because in the end, I really don’t care. And that seems to drive people crazy. My reasoning it this: if indisputable proof of the Templar theory was discovered today, it wouldn’t change anything for me. If indisputable proof of the Morality Play Guild theory was discovered today, that wouldn’t change anything either. 

“Great. Now we now. So what.”

My point is, although as interesting as the origin may be, it remains trivial. I don’t benefit from the information. Knowing the origin does make Masonry more or less valid. It doesn’t make me more or less a Mason. It doesn’t increase or decrease my interest or investment in Freemasonry.  I am far more interested in what Masonry is, than I am in what it was. Because those are two very different things. And because there’s very little value or benefit to be found in what it once was. How much do I, as a member, benefit from my membership? Right now. Because that is what determines its value.

Unlike Masonry, Heathenry really isn’t that old. American Heathenry only came into being around the same time that I did. Technically, I’m a few months older than Asatru. But age should not be a characteristic used to determine the validity of a belief system. 

It is the benefit of beliefs and practices that determine their validity, and their value.

But, unfortunately, most people subscribe to the romantic idea that if it's really old, it's valid. And that the way they did a few thousand years ago is the only true way. And that the way we think they did a few thousand years ago is the only true way.

I call bullshit.

With absolute and unadulterated confidence, I call bullshit. I don’t believe that our venerable European Ancestors held a hummer up to each of the four directions, suspiciously similar to that way all contemporary Pan-Pagan rituals do. That’s an innovation. Just like Wicca. But that's okay.

More specifically, Gardner’s tradition. Gerald Gardner, the Mason; who took Masonic ritual structure and technology and wrapped it in Witchcraft. Any Mason can take a Masonic highlighter and light up Gardner’s “Book of Shadows.”

But, I honestly don’t find anything wrong with that. I think he could have done a much better job, but it got the job done. To his credit, look what he started. 

Heathenry is no different. What was not known during the development of modern Asatru was borrowed or invented out of necessity, like the Nine Noble Virtues. Those who use an alternative system like the “Thews,” innovated that system and those Thews out of their aversion for what was available at the time and their desire for something better suited to there needs.

Nothing wrong with that either.

After all, isn't that what we’ve always done? I started out this Kinnish Series with the full disclosure that I had fallen in love with the idea of Wicca, but found that Wicca sucked. So I made my own way. 

Since then I have found my home, and part of myself, in Heathenry. And I am extremely happy with things, for the most part. But, I do see room for improvement, room for innovation, room for developing new techniques, new traditions.

New Folkways. 

But it's not my place to pimp out Asatru and push it on everyone else. So, when I'm with the Kindred, I do as the Kindred does. But I'm an Innovationist, and an active contributor. So, in addition to the Kindred way, I also have my own Kinnish ways.

I'm a Heathen, but I'm a Kinnish Heathen. 

I'm a big boy, and I'm allowed to be what I want. Even if that means I improve, invent, develop and innovate my own Folkways. And that too, is okay. I mean really, where do you think everything you're doing came from?

It doesn't matter how old your religion is. Whether it's been around for 50 years, or 5000. 

It started out as an innovation.

Monday, December 4, 2017

Observing Kinnish

My greatest dissatisfaction with Wicca was the lack of any mature, complex or cohesive theology. So when I decided to have a go at filling that void for myself, I began sorting through what Wicca did have. And in doing so, I found a pattern which seems to permeate throughout all religiosity. The pattern is that all religious behaviors and spiritual activities seem to fall into one of five primary categories, which I call “The Five Labors.”

In my opinion, I sincerely believe that “Observation” is by far the most important labor. In my system, there are two primary types of religious observances; Feriae (feer-ree-eye), and Vicis (vee-cheez). Feriae are holidays like Yule, Ostara, Mid-summer. Vicis, Latin for a “series of steps or sequence of stations” refers to the various phases of the human life cycle; pregnancy, birth, puberty, adulthood, parenthood, etc. 

Quick side note: I use a Latin nomenclature throughout my entire theological system. My reasoning for this is based on the same model used in most of the classical Arts and Sciences, such as biological sciences where Latin in used in a system to identify species of plants and animals.  

Over the past 15 years I have come to emphasize the importance of formal Rites of Passage. I have preached, argued, lectured, presented, and written quite a bit on the topic. Including at least two post here; once about My Son’s Rite of Passage, and another about My First Presentation at the Conference on Current Pagan Studies, where I gave my first presentation on the topic of Rites of Passage to the academic community, an experience which turned out to be a rite of passage for me, and to quote myself:

“..rites of passage are important because we have a need for validation and acceptance. Rites of passage fulfill these needs and we are fulfilled spiritually, psychologically and emotional by them when our community celebrates our big step across the threshold, and is there to welcome us. This fulfillment sustains us and we can then move on other pursuits.
..we as communities have lost these rites, but we as individuals have not lost the need for them. A need unfulfilled remains a need. These needs unfulfilled, we find ourselves distracted by the pursuit of that validation and acceptance. Left to our own devices we create our own rites, like losing our virginity, committing our first crime or serving our first prison sentence.”

Another (mostly) Wiccan practice I have always found fault with was the premise of “Self-Initiation,” the idea that you could "initiate yourself" into the religion or a tradition of Wicca. Something I consider to be an oxymoron, being that by definition, an initiation is an activity which is done to you by others marking your entrance and/or acceptance into their group. So, to be clear, there is a distinction to be made between a “Self-dedication” and an Initiation.  The primary essence of that distinction is the presence and recognition of a group or community. 

How sweet is your success if there is no one to celebrate it? How warm is your welcome if there in no one there to greet you? When you cross the threshold into adulthood and there’s no one there to see it, did it happen? 

Kinnish is a Kin-centric community where the Observance of life cycles is the most Sacred Folkway.

Monday, November 20, 2017

Elaborating Kinnish

Just a quick reminder to everyone before we get started; that although I am an active member of a thriving Kindred, I do not speak on their behalf. Nor do my views or opinions necessarily reflect those of my Kinsmen or women, individually or collectively. This is all me and only me.

Kinnish is a Sacred Folkway

It’s always a great personal victory when someone you respect unknowingly validates your views and opinions, and for me, it was just the icing on the cake of our Kindred Harvest Feast this past weekend. Like a large tree, our Kindred has several main branches; two in my state and two more in two other states. And there are several gatherings each year that everyone moves Asgard and Midgard to attend, despite the distance between us.

Not for the Gods, but for each other.

And since the first Yule gathering I attended a few years ago, I have never missed a Kindred Event. I have done more driving in these most recent few years, than I have in the previous ten. And I have yet to regret a single mile. The reunion with Kinfolk satisfies both spiritual and emotional needs; to share gifts, share food, stories, laughter and prayers. It is in every way, a pilgrimage.


Image for a moment that you’re surrounded by everyone in your life who is important to you. That all the people that you love and care about, and that love and care about you, are all standing around you; singing to you in thunderous blissful unity. Even though one or two of them may not care very much for each other, they’ve set aside those difference, for you. And sing together. For you.

Social Mores are customs, habits and/or mannerism which often satisfy human needs, while also enforcing moral codes and perpetuating social taboos. A wedding might be an example of a Social More because, although it seems to be falling out of fashion lately, a child born out of wedlock was often considered an “illegitimate” or bastard child. Enforcing a taboo against unapproved sexual relations, and the need for socially recognized matrimony.  

A Folkway is like a Social More in that it is a common social custom, that also satisfies basic human needs, but without really enforcing any certain moral significance. A birthday party is a good example of a Folkway; it satisfies deep emotional needs to be recognized and celebrated. To receive gifts, to be visited by those we don’t often see. To be sung to by those we know and love. And to feel loved.


Many years ago I stood beside an altar among a group of men in a cozy prison chapel in central California. I was setting up the altar for Pagan religious service. The room was noisy and bustling. I had not been there in several weeks and so the energy was high and conversations were contagious.'

While catching up with attendees, I noticed an unfamiliar face hovering near the altar, eyeballing the various ritual tools. He picked up the chalice for a closer look and was immediately reprimanded by a bystander, “oh, don’t touch that, it’s sacred.” He instantly reacted with apologetic remorse, “oh, my bad, I didn’t know.”

“Sacred” is a very powerful word.   

My curiosity bit down hard on this observation, and I began my own meta-analysis of the meaning of sacred. What made the “chalice,” which is really just a fancy word for a “cup,” sacred? Is it what it’s made from? No. Just your average cheaply silver plating, a less than $20 value. Was it “blessed” through some “magic” ritual, which imbued a once ordinary object with supernatural qualities and/or power? Thankfully, no. Otherwise we would have had to break-away and conduct a meta-analysis of the meaning of both “blessed” and “magic.”

So what was it, that made this cup so “sacred” that someone was told not to touch it? It was, after all, a ritual tool. And we would be passing it around the circle very soon, and then everyone would touch it. That’s when it hit me. It is not what the cup was, that made it sacred. It is what the cup does, that made it sacred.

Each person takes a turn raising the cup in reverent prayer, taking a drink, and passing it to the person next to them, while saying “may you never thirst.” The cup was sacred because it facilitated our relationship with each other, and with the divine.

It was sacred because we shared it.

Kindred gatherings may involve the veneration of our deceased relatives, our ancestors, and our legendary celebrated heroes. They may involve the adoration of our Ancestral Gods. But that’s not what makes them sacred. Our gatherings are sacred because they facilitate Tribal Kinship. Like the cup, our Horns are sacred, not because we raise them to our Gods, but because we share them with the people standing beside to us. People who drove a very long way to share them with us.

And that, is why it’s a pilgrimage. Another Sacred Folkway.

Monday, November 13, 2017

Elucidating Kinnish II

Once again I have received and observed positive responses to my writings on the topic of Kinnish. Most of which continues to manifest in the form of affirmational nodding via social media Likes, Shares and the occasional few words. And so far there have only been two issues, that I know of, which I feel inclined to respond to. 

So rather than drag my feet, I’ve decided to address those two points now so I can move on to the next new post, Elaborating Kinnish. Because my life is in the process of changing again and time is becoming a more limited commodity, so I would like to get all the formalities documented here and out of the way before I move into the next phase of my plan.

Christian Seminary?

My reference to learning about the three aforementioned types of worship in seminary has some readers curious about my background. Which is, I think, an interesting bit of useless and irrelevant personal information. But here it is: I was raised New-Age-Neo-Pagan, I have never been Christian, Buddhist, Mormon or any other mainstream religion. The closest thing to anything like that I could say I have been a part of is a Native American Spiritual Tradition.

As a child I only wanted to be two things when I grew up; a Jedi, or a Priest. The problem with being a Jedi was of course, the lack of access to light sabers, the fact that I kept getting in trouble for wearing my dad’s bathrobe, and trying to Force Choke my little sister for telling on me.

The problem with being a priest was of course that we weren’t Christians, nor did we (me) want to be. So how exactly do you do that? Well I spent much of my life trying to figure that out, but that’s a whole other story altogether. The short of it is that I ended up becoming the first State Recognized Minority Faith Chaplain, providing a variety of services to a variety of faith groups in a variety of prisons and a state hospital.

Two of the prisons and that state hospital wanted to find a way to hire me, but non-denominational chaplain positions did and still do not exist. So, as it stands, the great state of California only hires Christian chaplains, Catholic chaplains, Jewish chaplains, Muslim chaplains, and Native American Spiritual Leaders. But at the time I had hope for the future, and chance favors the prepared mind, so I sought my degree in religion.    

My G.I. Bill would only pay for certain accredited universities, and I needed something online so I ended up at Liberty. To be honest, I secretly take some pride in the idea that I may very well be the only Pagan to ever attend and graduate from Jerry Falwell’s Baptist Seminary. It was a unique experience, I learned a lot more than one might think. So, anyway, that’s why WitchDoctorJoe attended a Christian Seminary.

Inverted Priorities? 

So, I have always taken a great deal of pride in generating and transmitting my own useful original material. But every now and again the best explanation is someone else’s. I’m not sure who said it, but I read it on a Facebook discussion board forum once some time ago. So, to paraphrase something someone once posted on Facebook...

I’ve never met the current President, but I’ve read a lot about him, especially lately.

I know the President actually exists and is alive and present on this planet, yet my access to him is extremely limited. I mean, what are the odds of you or I sitting down with the President of the United States and having I nice chat about Odin over a cup of coffee? 

Not necessarily this President; if you prefer, the last president, or the next president, any president will do. But really, realistically; what are the odds of you, the reader, reaching out, making contact with, setting a date with, and sitting down with, a current United States President?

Ok. So, what are the odds of sitting down with the Senator of your state? Still not very good, but better than meeting the president, right? How about meeting the Governor of your state? Better than the Senator, but still, the odds seem fairly slim to none. 

How about the Mayor of your city or town? Even better odds, right? That could actually happen. A City Council member? That could actually happen today. What about reaching out to a neighbor? A friend? A family member?

I have never met Odin, but I’ve read a lot about him, especially lately.

I don't know if Odin actually exists, but I do find great pleasure, strength and benefit in believing He does. And if He does, my access to Him is *extremely limited.* I mean, really; what are the odds of you or I sitting down with the Odin and having I nice chat about the current President over a cup of coffee? 

Thursday, November 9, 2017

Elucidating Kinnish

As a habit, whenever I am explaining or discussing things like Paganism, or Heathenry, I have always preferred to frame things in a positive or affirmational context rather than a negative one. This is mostly because I have observed so many people over the years who have defined their religion in negative terms. For example, “we don’t worship the devil,” and/or “we don’t curse people.”

The reoccurring frame of statements being we’re not, we don’t, we never, etc.  It is my opinion that many people explain what they are not, because they are not exactly sure what they are. And that they are quick to assert what they do not do, or do not believe; because they are not exactly sure what they do believe. And quite often, are not always exactly sure why they are doing whatever it is they do.

And in my last post, I made the mistake of Clarifying Kinnish in negative terms. 

However, in my defense; it was in an effort to clarify some misconceptions which had been drawn from the original Breaking Kinnish post. But still, shame on me. So, it is my aim to elucidate, elaborate and recapitulate what Kinnish is in a more positive and affirmational frame from here on out. 

Queue the music...

Kinnish is Kin-centric

In seminary, I learned about different tiers or types of worship. The three primary tiers are Dulia, Hyperdulia, and Latria. So for example, within the Catholic model; Dulia is a moderate level of veneration which would be afforded to the various Saints. Whereas Hyperdulia, an enhanced form of veneration, would be afforded to the Virgin Mary; and Latria, being the highest degree of adoration, is reserved for God and/or Jesus.

Within a Heathen context, we generally see Dulia assigned to the Land Wights and the like. While Hyperdulia is given to the ancestors, deceased relatives and even celebrated heroes. But Latria is most often reserved for the Gods; like Odin, Thor, and Tyr. (these are generalized observations, your mileage may vary).

But this is where Kinnish deviates.

The single greatest concern of Kinnish, is the Kin, and Kindred. Kinnish is an extremely people centered tribal model. The primary focus of all Kinnish activities is meet human needs through positive and meaningful human interactions. 

Kindred and Kin are afforded the highest form Sacred Regard: Latria. The ancestors and deceased relatives still receive the Hyperdulia they so richly deserve. And the Gods, which I dare say none of us have had the same sort of deep meaningful relationships we have had with other human beings, receive the honor and veneration of Dulia.

We Kinnish can, and do, offer Latria to our pantheon; in our own way, and in our own time. But when we gather together; the vast majority of our time, energy, and resources are spent on enhancing the quality of our communion with those we share our meal with, rather than those we send our prayers to.  

So, to my Kinfolk: I love you more than I love my Gods.


Saturday, September 30, 2017

Clarifying Kinnish

Since my post on Breaking Kinnish, I have taken the time necessary to process the feedback I have received from that post. And I must admit, I was surprised by both the amount of positive feedback I received, and the lack of negative backlash. What I did see a lot of seemed to me to be misinterpretations and/or false inferences. So I’d like to address a few of those here in this post before I begin cultivating Kinnish in the next one. So here we go:

Kinnish is not Apathetic.

The Fuck Budget theme of Kinnish, which was inspired by a Sarah Knight Ted Talk, does not mean that I do not care about things like Racism. As I clearly stated in my post; I do not condone racism, I think it’s fucked up, and I think those people are assholes. I am openly and venomously opposed to racial segregation, and I was venomously opposed to it long before I was married to a Mexican woman or was a father to an African daughter.  

But, as I also already stated, people have a constitutional right to be assholes, and to determine the criteria for membership in their Viking Asshole Clubs. In much the same way Native Americans have the right to exclude non-Natives from membership in their clubs and activities.

My point was not, that I do not care about the issue of racism, but that although I disagree with it, they have the freedom to do as they please. I have always and will always speak up and speak out against it when the appropriate opportunity presents itself.  Which brings me to my next point.

Kinnish is not Falsely Entitled.

No. It is not our job or our place to “educate” others about the subtle nuances of “our faith.” For several reasons. First, because it’s a dick move. When you say you need to educate someone about something, by default, you’re implying that they’re “uneducated," which is a semi-polite way of saying they're ignorant. And as much as you might love to think so, not everyone who thinks differently than you is ignorant. The reality is that smart people disagree with you too, they just don’t waste their time trying to educate you; because, like I said, it’s kinda a dick move when it’s unsolicited. 

Second, there is no “our faith.” There is no universal theological cannon for Heathenry. As much as Heathens like to bash on Pagans, especially Wiccans, Heathens are just as bad as everyone else when it comes to a lack of cohesive unified theology.  So when you say “our faith” you’re only creating an “Us versus Them” construct of conflict, when the truth is that “we” are “all” unique in “our” beliefs, and that “we” really only share a theme and a vocabulary. So when you say “our faith,” what you really mean is "your" collection of beliefs, practices and personal preferences.

Third, who the fuck are you to “educate” anyone about anything? Especially in the case of the mindless orthopraxy that most people are calling their religion? It seems to be the mission of every hubris asshole I have ever met to “educate the masses,” which is just code for “everyone needs to hear and accept my point of view.” Yeah… good luck with that.

Kinnish is not Antagonistic.

If you didn’t pick up on it, the last bit about false entitlement is related to the argument that Heathens who identify as Folkish, but are not racist asshats, just need to educate people about what Folkish really means, and that we just need to “take back” the word folkish, and that we need to take back the sacred symbols being used by racists, like the Black Sun and the Othala rune.

 Antagonistic is generally defined as: showing or feeling active opposition or hostility toward someone or something. I chose this word to communicate my position here, because it’s more polite than using the word “Delusional.” Which is really how I feel.

Because, much like the swastika, which has become irrevocably tainted as symbol of racism; so has Folkish, and many of the symbols like the ones I already mentioned. I’ll just go ahead and gloss over the issue of falsely-entitled-ownership of these words and symbols, and just state plainly: that you never had ownership of these words and symbols, they were never yours, not yours to give, not yours to lose, not yours to take back. They’re freeware, anyone can use them however they want, like or not.

Those racist ass-hats *adopted* them, just like you did.

So rather than embrace this entitled concept of false ownership, and enter into this antagonistic relationship with, well, pretty much everyone who does not use them the way we want them to use them; I’ve decided to take this whole situation as an opportunity to do something much more constructive, and really kinda cool.

I’m starting a new tradition..

Thursday, July 6, 2017

Breaking Kinnish

Disclaimer: although I am an active member of a thriving Kindred, I do not speak on their behalf. Nor do my views or opinions necessarily reflect those of my Kindred members, individually or collectively. This is all me and only me.

During an interview, the famous American astrophysicist, Neil deGrasse Tyson was asked to comment on the rumors regarding accusations that he was an atheist. In response Tyson said that he was not as concerned with the textbook definition of the word atheist as much as he was with the behavior of those who use the word atheist to describe themselves; because, he said, their behavior "becomes" the new definition for that word.

In much the same way that the behavior of people who called themselves Wiccan modified the overarching definition of Wicca in a way which I felt that I needed to distance myself from, so has the negative behavior of those who call themselves Folkish, modified that term. 

So much so that Folkish has now become irrevocably synonymous with the bigotry and racism, primarily by those who claim a European heritage, and who harbor an aversion  to Heathenry being practiced by those of non-European heritage. 

And again, I feel the need to distance myself.

The term Folkish has become lost to those of us who wish to communicate the Euro-tribal model to which we subscribe without an extended and nuanced explanation which includes denouncing non-inclusive Heathenry and proclaiming with you index finger raised to the sky, that you “are not a racist.”

New words and phrases like “Tribal-Folkish” and “Euro-tribal model” are now being invented mid-sentence of those explanations because Heathens seem to be experiencing an identity crisis, or perhaps a terminology crisis. This issue was discussed ad nauseam until my daughter stated quite flatly “we just need to invent a new word.”

Challenge Accepted.

The last time I attended Pantheacon I sat in on a Heathen discussion panel which was aimed at addressing the issue of racism and discrimination in the Heathen community. 

In the forum, I made an unpopular point about how I, as a Wiccan, openly discriminated against certain people who expressed an interest in joining my Coven. I doubled down, that it was my right as leader and high priest of that coven to exercise my powers of discrimination as I saw fit.

While there is a broad and robust spectrum of membership criterion for various covens, such as female only, gay men only, etc.; and while I did not discriminate based on race, gender, sexual preference or identity race; I did discriminate based on one simple but profound personality trait.

Are you an asshole?

It didn’t matter if you were Black, White, Asian, Hispanic or anything else. It didn’t matter if you were male or female, or if you identified as some 3rd or 4th gender. It didn’t matter if you like girls or boys or both. It didn’t matter of you deviated from your birth sex in any way, shape, or form.

The only thing that mattered was: are you a nice person? Can we get along? Do you complement the existing group dynamic, or do you complicate things and compromise the structural integrity of our group? Are you a threat to us? Cause we had a big problem with assholes, we really didn’t like them, and we sure as hel didn’t want them in our group.

My point was that other groups have different priorities about the criteria for membership. Some people don’t want homosexuals, people who are transgender or some other minority in their group. I think that’s fucked up. I disagree with it. I think those people are assholes. 

But as much as I disagree with them (which is a lot), they have a right to be assholes, and they have the right to deny membership to whoever they don’t want into the group, for whatever bat shit crazy reason they decide. I don’t like it.

But not liking it is not going to change anything.

Because I know they don’t give a fuck about what I think.

But just the same, they also harbor great distain for what we’re doing, how we’re doing it, and who we're doing it with. They don’t like it, but not liking changes nothing, because I don’t give a fuck what they think. 

The world is a difficult and dangerous place full of injustices and assholes, I do what I can to oppose bigotry and racism,but I am but a mere mortal, a limited being, with power, limited range, and limited time on this limited plane of existence.

And I am on a fuck budget. 

I have limited fucks to give. And all the woes of the world far exceed the limits of that budget. The only thing I can do is stay within my fuck budget and use my limited fuck bucks wisely. I only spend my fuck bucks inside my "yard," my Innangard; and I only give my fucks to those who deserve it, such as my family, my friends, my tribe, my Kin.

This is the essence of Kinnish.

Part Universalist, in the sense that anyone can go practice any form of Heathenry, any damn way they please. Because it’s none of my business. I don’t give a fuck, because I’m Kinnish. You do you. 

Part Folkish, in the sense of being non-inclusive in a different way, in being a close knit, private and tribal society. One in which criterion for membership does not include genderality, sexuality, race, ethnicity, ad infinitum, ad nauseam. 

The primary qualifying criterion is simply a matter of compatibility. Are you an asshole? Cause if you are, we don’t take kindly to your kind 'round here.

I have absolutely zero fucks to give for the Greater Heathen Community outside my Innangard. Please do not mistake my zero fucks given as being aggressive or adversarial. It’s not. It's calm polite indifference. Anything more would require fucks to be given, and I can't afford it.

More to the point, I’m simply not concerned with the goings on of the latest drama, the newest controversy over whatever, whoever posted on Facebook about that other group.    

Life is short, resources are limited, I have priorities, if you’re not Kin, then you and your shit did not make the list.

First, Kinnish is really, really, really, really, really, really, extremely Kin-centric.

But foremost, Ancestry and Sexuality are not determining criterion for Kinship.

But I'm not finished, there's more to being Kinnish than the conditions of Kinship.

So much more to come..

Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Almost Heathen

It was nearly 20 years ago that I was completely engrossed in a Tony Hillerman novel. I don’t remember which one, I was stationed overseas while serving in the military and was binge reading the entire series on my off time. I just remember that the key to the plot of that particular book was centered around the Kennewick Man, which was the name given to a prehistoric skeleton discovered on the Columbia River in Kennewick, Washington.

This first struck a chord with me because only a few years earlier I had lived in that region, not too far from the area where the story was taking place. What struck me next was the antagonists of the story. Heathens. More specifically, Asatru, were described as a “tribe” of white people claiming an indigenous European heritage and practicing the indigenous pre-Christian religious traditions of their European ancestors.

The very thought of this bristled the hairs on the back of my neck and arms.

Being one of the millions of Caucasians who grew up being told they were part Native American, I followed that path reverently for more than 15 years, despite the repeated prejudice and bigotry I experienced. I made every effort to fit in; I learned the language(s), I was a ceremonial singer, dancer, and pipe-carrier; but I was not Indian. And no amount of piety was enough for the larger part of the community to accept me. Not even being married to a Lakota woman was enough to spare me from being sentenced to the Wannabe Tribe.
The internet was just starting to explode at the time and people were just beginning to realize its potential. Yahoo had just come out and we were just beginning to utilize the search engine as a means of exploring our interests. And that’s where I was headed when I put the book down, the internet cafĂ©.

I Yahooed "Asatru" and my hair bristled again when the results came up. But when I clicked on the first site, images most associated with white supremacy filled the screen. I frantically clicked in a panic, trying to remove the images before someone behind me saw what I was looking at and assumed the worst about me.

I relocated to the computer in the corner and resumed my search, but every site I found included uncomfortable imagery. Which was terribly heartbreaking, because although I had read a few gems that really resonated with me, racism was an unconditional deal breaker. So I abandoned my search then and there, and with it any hope I had for an indigenous European path.

Years Later as a Pagan prison chaplain I would find myself facilitating religious accommodations for incarcerated Heathens which only served to confirm my concerns about racism in Heathenry. At least until the identity crisis prodded me into sabbatical and I picked up a book on Runes.

That book led to another, and another, and still another until I began to realize how deeply Heathenry resonated with me, and I began to think for the first time that I could embrace and practice Heathenry and still avoid the issue of racism.

After almost two years of solitary study and practice I dipped my toe in the water at an open to the public Heathen ritual held in a local park by someone I knew from my prison chaplaincy days. This led to another meetup, then another, and still another until I found myself being invited to join a Kindred.

It seemed as though the very moment I accepted that invitation whatever god is in charge of fucking with me said “here, hold my beer...” and a whole new cycle of Folkish vs. Universalist Racial conflict irrupted within the greater Heathen community. And there I was with a Mexican wife and son, and my Black Lesbian Jewish daughter, a member of a Folkish Kindred...  

However, in much the same way that I once explained that I was “Wiccan… but not like them” I was in a Kindred that said “yes, we’re Folkish… but we’re not racist.” Back when I was invited to join that Kindred I asked, most directly, if there was anything that Mexican wife and son, or my Black Lesbian Jewish daughter could not attend or would be made to feel unwelcome at. The answer was a firm and resounding “NO.”

The problem in terminology of however, still remains...

Sunday, June 25, 2017

Identity Crisis

When I first came to Wicca, I instantly fell in love with it. Or so I had incorrectly believed for over 12 years of my life. What I later realized was that - what I fell in love with was “the idea of Wicca.” But actual Wicca, or all that was being peddled as Wicca really sucked ass.

So I began developing my own unique system, liturgy and theological framework which eventually evolved into a formal tradition. All the while I was constantly interrogated, attacked and criticized the Grand Poohbahs of Sacred Twinkies, who insisted that I wasn’t a “Real Wiccan.”

As it turns out, they were right.

Historically, I had always rejected anyone’s ability or authority to define what does or does not constitute Wicca. I have always said that one of the greatest strengths and benefits of Wicca is that it allows practitioners’ the freedom to tailor taxis and praxis to best suit their needs, and, that the greatest weakness and error of Wicca is that it allows practitioners’ the freedom to tailor taxis and praxis to best suit their needs .

While I reserved the right to be completely judgmental about what you say and do, under the banner of Wicca, I was never so entitled as to suppose I could define and legislate what is or isn’t Wicca for anyone else, or tell anyone they were not a real Wiccan, no matter how stupid I thought they were.

*Please note that one of the benefits of founding your own tradition is that it gives you the ability and authority to define what does and does not constitute your specific tradition, and what qualifies a practitioner for membership* But as time went on, I began to see the need to make the distinctions between my Wicca and all others.

“I’m Wiccan… but not like them..”

So the need for a modifier became painfully obvious. We became “Veritas Wiccans,” which came from my motto and theme. Then later “Mill Creek” became another distinctive identifying tag. More and more I felt myself pulling away from the words and identity associated with “Wicca,” until I left Wicca and the Pagan community completely.

I never really gave up my core beliefs and practices, I just stopped trying to frame them within a Wiccan theme.

But I did take a well-deserved sabbatical after I retired from active prison and community ministry, closed the Seminary and Coventry.  For the first time in a very, very long time, I had time for me.

So, I decided to make good and productive use of it. In addition to my advanced academic goals, I began exploring and pursuing studies that would contribute to my own personal spiritual edification.

One of the most significant things I did was finally commit the time to take up a serious study of Runes. And, as anyone who studies runes is aware, you cannot lean runes without learning Germanic culture, and off I went.
More than two years later I received an invitation to submit an abstract and again return to the Conference on Current Pagan Studies as a presenter. Having spent my ample and productive time in my cocoon, I decided to submit an abstract and participate in the conference.
My acceptance notification also requested a current promotional biography for the event itinerary and program guide.So I pulled up the last draft of Bio I had used, and upon review came to realize that it only gave an accurate description of who I was, and what I had done, past tense. It no longer reflected who I had become or what I was doing.
The ensuing identity crisis only lasted a day or two. But more importantly, it prompted honest introspective analysis, reflection and contemplation.
I was again exploring new landscape with an inaccurate and outdated map, and that there were no words or phrases presently in use within the current collective vernacular that could articulately frame, sum up and communicate my particular state of being.
“I’m Heathen… but not like them..”
So there I found myself, again, looking to find the proper vocabulary to intelligently articulate and communicate my spiritual identity.
And That’s when I became *Kinnish*