Encountering and Countering Culture

by Ruby Sara

Greetings, friends Pagani, from the continuously revelatory autumn days in the pretty-wild urban midwest!  I’m still kind of reeling from my unexpected rapture.  My dreams have been gentle and fierce, dreams of falling towards death in an elevator full of strangers, who choose, as a group, to spend their last few minutes of life not screaming in terror, but giving each other hugs….the best of what it means to be human blazing out of them all at once.  Sappy….maybe you had to be there (maybe you were)…but it was a long time before I could shake the beautiful fragile sadness-hope of that exquisite moment from my heart, and for weeks I have been captured like a trembling moth inside numinous songs that cut me to the quick.

So what does it all mean?  Hell if I know.  I’m just here on the planet for the cinnamon rolls and the ecstasis.

Still, of course, it’s not all revelations and pentecost over here at Pagan Godspell.  I’ve been away from the ‘sphere this past week working feverishly on a variety of projects. More on those I’m sure in the future…for the nonce, I’ve got ponderings I’ve been trying to work out for a few days in my feeble brain pan, and I’m sure I won’t rest until I can worry them out in the most rambling manner possible.

Yes, I have been pondering much since my recent, ridonkulously long opus, and I imagine I will still be parsing individual items from that post for months.  Good timing, as the winter takes big steps over the tops of trees and runs its freezing hand over the ground and around my shoes.  A perfect season for onion work…peeling layers, removing inedible parts.  My intrepid spouse and I spent the weekend battening down the windows with blankets – as fun as the meat locker temperatures of our office in the dead of winter may be, we have made arrangements designed to help keep our toes on this year.  And in the closets of my spirit I have been making my own preparations – my prayers haunted with the coming hallows, I clean my altar spaces and open old caverns in my heart, waiting for those Shining and Beloved Ones I dance and burn with to pluck the strings of the instrument within my chest, playing the hard songs of winter, that bloodless teaching season.

Here is what I believe (rather, here is one of the things I believe):

Once upon a very distant time, Religion wasn’t.  Religion wasn’t, because Religion was Culture instead.  Then, civilization came along, and divided Religion from Culture, and Religion had a choice.  It could either choose to support the dominant Culture, or it could be Countercultural.  Is this a simplistic version of events?  Maybe just a hair.  But work with me here.  I’m trying to parse a Big Idea in a single blog post.  It’s rather like trying to cram a king sized sheet into a muffin tin.  It’s also arguably as useful.  But I digress.

Cut to….right now.  This minute.  We (by “we” I mean civilization, and more specifically post-industrial, capitalist, monocultural, techno-driven, radically individualistic, hyper-hierarchical, patriarchal civilization….of course) currently operate under the auspices of a culture that posits extreme dominance, the oppression of the Other, the privileging and overpowering of the few, the rampant devastation of our landbases, soul-killing, war, the annihiliation of Beauty, etc.  You get the point.  You can argue with specifics, that’s fine.  You can also think I’m full of shit…which is why I so cannily said earlier that this is what I believe (even though this is kind of a cop out).  I’m saying I find there to be Something Wrong with the way we’re Going About Things.  Of course, I don’t know what the Right Way is, I just have a bunch of silly ideas.  Also, it is very very very very very very very hard to get away from this culture/worldview, because it is bred into our bones from birth.  But that at least it can be known that Something Is Wrong is the bedrock supposition out of which the rest of the post springs…suffice to say, if you think the dominant culture is rockin’ awesome just the way it is, then it’s probably best for us to shake hands, say friend, and leave it at that.  But if you’re still with me so far, then have a cinnamon roll, and walk with me on to the next cairn of nonsense…I promise it will be rocky.

So, then, we have Religion, and Myth, and Story (all the same to me).  For the purpose of this post, let’s say that Religion/Story/Myth exist for the purpose of orienting a person or a group of persons to their World, a method of embodied and ensouled storytelling and art-making that allows the human animal to exist in relative harmony with their surroundings, their fellows, their bodies, i.e. the World.  Does it always do this well?  Nope.  Are there folks who are going to argue with me about the definition of Religion above?  Oh you betcha.  But let’s go with the whole NPR “This I Believe” bit for a while longer, okay?  You can call me a crazy person at any point.  I can’t hear you, see.

THUS, if one posits that the dominant culture is Wrong and Generally Destructive, Dastardly and Disharmonious, AND one believes that the purpose of Religion is to orient the human animal towards harmony with their World, one might conclude that the Religion of one holding this belief should be necessarily countercultural.  That would be me, holding that belief there.  SO, when I was a young lass, and found the Religion that spoke to my bones and my breath and my blood, and had within it all the Secret and Beautiful Trumps of my own personal Story, I also thought that, naturally, its communities and ritual expression would also be countercultural; a Liturgical, Communal and Mythical Opposition to the Ugly Way Things Are.

But, in my experience, Paganism as it exists today in America (I can’t rightly speak to any communities outside my own country so I won’t), is not by and large a countercultural set of religions (I realize that there are traditions that have at their core a radical, progressive political agenda and I grok that, but I am talking about my impressions of Paganism as a whole….the contemporary Egregore of the thing, if you will…and many won’t agree, I recognize). Paganism in America was born almost completely out of the same cultural worldview as any other American religion.  As such, it often posits some of the same flaws (according to moi): rampant materialism, radical individualism (as opposed to radical community), a kind of “eye for an eye” ethic, and a spiritual libertarianism that posits a kind of radically apathetic perennialism along the lines of “if it works for you, that’s right swell, no matter the consequences, unless of course it affects me personally…” the NIMBY of religious dialogue.

Being countercultural is about values and Stories, not necessarily lifestyles or liturgical choices (standing in circles instead of sitting in rows is not necessarily countercultural), though both of these may arise out of values and embody them in ways that radiate those values in a holistic and authentically evangelical (aha….evangelism again…and you thought I was done with that) way.  Which is why I curdle sometimes when someone tells me that they are worried about Paganism selling out to the “mainstream.”  Paganism is mainstream, in ways that cannot be necessarily solved by simple social rebellion or alternativism (i.e. idiosyncratic dress, alternative ritual structure, armchair occultism, etc).  So then, if this is what I believe, it follows that I might ask how Paganism might be countercultural, since I thoroughly believe that it can be….which may be the beginning of a very long, very extended series of entirely different blog posts…..sometimes I bite off way more than I can possibly chew.  Dammit.

Meh.  I am not suggesting that it’s easy to let go of any worldview, and I am certainly not excepting myself.  I’m typing this on a computer, in an enormous metropolitan area, surrounded by all kinds of possessions (read: crap), much of them probably of dubious ethical origin.  Even the most dedicated radical communitarian is culpable in various ways to the worldview zie grew up in.  We are all culpable.  But that shouldn’t stop us from questioning the worldview on a continuing basis, asking questions, coming up with ideas and stories and myths that defy it, and embodying them in prayer and ritual and action.

What I am saying is that I think Paganism is a staggering well of blessed, authentic depth that can be effectively grokked in order to advent a real and profound countercultural shift.  I am saying that it might behoove us to examine the countercultural aspects of other religions and see if they hold weight with us.  I am saying that it begins with conversations about what we are trying to *do* in ritual, what we hope to say to people, what we hope they take away from prayer.  It begins with thinking about what our Stories are, and whether they serve the Ultimate Purpose we feel we are working towards in our hearts (and that may be different for different folks, certainly).  It begins with storytelling instead of rhetoric (of which I am obviously guilty), poetry instead of props, dancing and singing and eating and sharing.  It begins with rich, embodied, sensate experiences, moments of real mystical ecstasis, which naturally infuse the individual and a community with real and authentic evangelism, which fuels action, and embraces compassion.

Yes, it may be that I am talking out of my own idiosyncratic theology, which I admit is richly influenced by my education in Protestant Christian circles, and in which case, as I’ve mentioned in my previous post on Angel-wrestling, I will have to deal with what that means.  But now, in this moment, I am thinking about what it is to live a truly art-centric, earth-bound, prayerful, richly storied, countercultural religion, or at least to try to vett myself against that ideal, and see where I measure.  To ask the Angel that holds me who She thinks is winning here.  And that’s enough.  Certainly, it’s enough talking.  Prayer.  Prayer and a cookie.

Grok Earth.