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Tree spirits and wishing wells

 
 
illmatic
13:30 / 26.02.05
I’ve recently been reading a book called “Ghostwritten”, the first novel by soon-to-everywhere author David Mitchell, and a chapter put me in mind of something I saw while travelling – in Thailand I passed through a forest where a lot of the trees were dressed in sashes of silk or even (IIRC) dresses. There may have been other offerings in evidence, food and incense for instance. This was obviously some sort of native animistic practice, relating to the spirits of the trees in some way. I didn’t really think much about it at the time but I find this practice really pleasing – a simple and matter of fact way of building spiritual relations with the environment. So. My first question is does anybody know anything more about this practice, both in Thailand and elsewhere? Any links?

This then got me thinking about the ways in which we connect to our environments and the ways in which we relate to them in our magick – we often criticise contemporary occult practice on Barbelith (rightly so) and one criticism that could be raised it is that it isn’t very “rooted” and lacks a sense of the specifics of place – you could quite easily keep your practice in your one’s centrally heated front room (or bedroom) or on the astral place and fail to connect with the world beyond the four walls of your home. I thought how much more powerful and evocative a practice would be for me if it involved – say - going out into the city and dumping my sigils or made objects in the same spot for years and years. It’d become intensely personal and a lot more “real”. This is, I suppose, how temples get started. I really liked the ancestor worship thread that was started recently – I mentioned on there there’s a kind of matter of factness, common sense aspect to that practice that I feel the same thing about this sort of magick – everyone could relate to the idea of a “wishing well” or special place, I think. If ancestor work can be seen as extending one’s sense of self in time, then perhaps this work is extending it in space?

This relates to a huge spectrum of issues, from paganism to psychogeography, even stuff like free-running, I suppose. I’m aware of several people here who do use their environments in this way, Gypsy Lantern's Driftwork springs to mind, but any other personal accounts? Thoughts, opinions, anecdotes?
 
 
gotham island fae
16:38 / 26.02.05
Since the beginning of my personal practice, I have fostered a continual, magickal relationship with the neighborhood and city I live in. From the start, I have recognized the dryads and spirits in the many trees I regularly pass and interact with.

I have provided imaginal energy to certain, more charismatic buildings I walk by regularly. Many times I have also used the geometry of the Statehouse's layout as framework for ritual.

It is indeed particularly empowering to work/play 'in front of all the gods and everybody'. And it has strengthened my general magickal awareness, as I can walk down any street in my hometown and be unsurprised to receive what could be called 'divine transmission'.

And thanks so much for the talk of Thailand's tree offerings. I know one dryad in particular that is going to spread a slow smile soon...
 
 
charrellz
18:25 / 26.02.05
Only kinda related, but this got me thinking about something we talked about in psych class last semester. Your mind often links up places, actions, and emotions into neat little packages. This is why some people can't read without falling asleep in bed, or why those who do read in bed alot have trouble falling asleep. Your mind has picked your bed as a place for sleeping or reading, and doesn't care what you have to say.

Using this idea, perhaps it would be helpful to pick a spot in your neighborhood and designate it as a place to do all your workings. After a while, everytime you walk into that spot, your mind will automatically kick into the mode you use. You've created a magickal spot that you have a special connection with. It's even possible that the energies you leave behind will be noticed/picked up by others, and they will recognize the power of the spot, and use it for their workings or whatever it is they use a spiritual spot for, slowly building up the power of the area beyond what you yourself could do.



A bit closer to what you were looking for (I think), I've spent a bit of time working with the trees, animals, and earth itself surrounding my home for a while. I try to bond with them and help them, and ask in return only that they grow healthy, and do what they can to make sure that my stay here is a good one, so that I can continue helping them. I think my progress has been hindered by having to mow the lawn every three weeks.

Beyond that, I try to consider the environment I am in for every working. I use whatever elements I have around me to help for the working. Reposition lighting, use the noise of a crowd, hug a tree, whatever is there, I try to find a way to use it. I think that if you aren't using your surrounding, you're doing it wrong. But then again, what's this whole wrong thing, anyway?
 
 
Unconditional Love
13:36 / 27.02.05
i am guessing lamp posts are left out of all this tree hugging, poor lamp posts. glowing phalluses on every street,some of them are made drooping.....

i have a spring or rather it has me, its the start of the water source that that runs through the village that was the original source of my town before joining with the marsh waters from the north which some of the town is built on, recently discovered it is guarded by a serpent who is pissed, the spring is now located by a dual carriage way and a motorway, i went there to dispose of hoodoo workings and was confronted by this serpent who was none too pleased by my conduct, had to make an offering to proceed,nessecary sacrafice, will be offering more gifts at this place. these guardian spirits can be very unpleasent id suggest approaching with the utmost respect, they seem to be very annoyed with humans and i can see why.
 
 
LykeX
14:37 / 27.02.05
Regarding lamp posts and such, I used to talk to trafic lights when I was younger, asking them to change to green faster, thanking them if their timing was especially good, padding them when I passed.
I still do occasionally without really thinking about it. Maybe it could be turned into something useful.
 
 
nyarlathotep's shoe horn
20:30 / 27.02.05
since reading "Emergence: The Connected Lives of Ants, Brains, Cities, and Software" by Steven Johnson , I can't help but think of the city in terms of its character across orders of magnitude.

there are the characters of the buildings, or building complexes, or residential blocks
the characters of neighbourhoods or districts
the character of the city itself
and the character of the urban district.

as of sometime last year (pick a date you like and acknowledge it) more of us live in cities than not, and I think it's time we started treating them with more respect, compassion and love than we have...

each city has an abundance of energy on which to draw - it tends to be hectic, frantic, chaotic, with multiple motivations and agendas, yet it doesn't take much to redirect some of it, and hone it to a finer focus.

and they all have their edens and their underworlds.

I prefer the singing of the cherry trees in bloom - I hear their choruses every Spring, calling to their airborne lovers.

I need to get outside.

ta
pablo
 
 
Charlie's Horse
01:38 / 01.03.05
When I first started viewing my neighborhood as a magical terrain, I noticed the manhole covers. Some just have a big steel X on them, while others have four little holes spaced out in the shape of a square, with the center of the manhole as the fifth pip on this five-spot. The crossed-lines symbol represents the crossroads, domain of the black man/devil of Southern mythology, while the manhole covers divide our apartments, shops, and streets above from the expelled detrius we create. The world and its underbelly, 'clean' and 'dirty' sealed apart but inches away from one another.

So I'd pay my respects to manhole covers, of all things. I'd tap them with my feet in passing, touch them, kiss them, depending on how deep into this state I'd get. They are symbols of the Saint of Crossroads and doors between the apparent and the hidden, the normal and nasty, the open streets and the city's tight-packed digestive tract. Before closed sewer systems, we lived inside the city's reeking guts, gifting us with illness and decay as we were slowly digested. Now divided, we thrive in an increasingly complex organism, symbiotes standing above miles of winding metal intestine. Only these metal disks face both worlds at the same time, all the time.

Sewers. Nasty as all hell, but without them we'd live in them.

Also, after tapping one five-spot and crossing the street to walk directly into another (the same?) five-spot, the realization was given to me that any spirit who has more than one symbol in the world lives and looks near all those symbols all at once. I said hello to Mr. Crossroads, jaywalked, and found myself face to face with him again. Inescapable. Existing in many times and spaces simultaneously. Walk away from Him just to bump back into Him. The idea of something doing this - being everywhere, or close enough, at every crossroad - hit me full-on. Amazement and trepidation. I am still reeling and thankful for this insight, which always seemed easy to swallow in an intellectual way. That is, until I began to catch the sheer logistical implications of such an existence, the multiple eye peering through every street corner.

Yours in Awe,

Charlie's Horse
 
 
Unconditional Love
11:22 / 01.03.05
i have this thing with traffic lights and pushing there buttons to cross roads, i am sure i am not the only one, i keep pushing the button trying to tell the traffic light that more people are waiting and its not only really me waitng, i wondered if there engineered that way?, because it seems to work alot.

it seems that there is a strong tradition of romanticising and enchanting nature, but not so stong when it comes to the urban landscape, as if daily life is in some way less spiritual, and nature, the great outdoors, because it is now less frequented gets mythologised more frequently.

i am seriously beginning to wonder about propaganda from both sides of the fence, regarding relationships to the environment i interact with.
 
 
FinderWolf
18:55 / 01.03.05
I've got a beautiful park in my neighborhood with a clearing of what used to 3 trees in a triangle that I felt was magickal (and still is). I would do rituals or things in the center of the three trees. About 3 years ago they pulled up one of the trees, dunno why, and put in a new tree sort of near it. When I do stuff there of a magickal nature, I still use the center from where the 3 trees (including the 'old' tree) used to be. Sometimes I just stand in that center and breathe in, taking in the park, the neighborhood, Brooklyn, the world, and my life.

I like that little center and the three trees. Even if one of the trees has been removed and replaced a few feet off.
 
 
LykeX
21:52 / 01.03.05
i am seriously beginning to wonder about propaganda from both sides...
Then everything is as it should be, isn't it?
 
 
FinderWolf
20:07 / 02.03.05
Well, one place in Britain seems to have created their own cursing place:

British city ponders destruction of 'curse stone'

Wed Mar 2,11:38 AM ET
3/2/05
Yahoo News

LONDON (AFP) - The "Cursing Stone" of Carlisle was intended simply as an innocent community art project, harking back to the British city's colourful past.

But following floods, disease and a string of other local misfortunes, city elders are considering whether the 10,000-pound (14,500-euro, 19,000-dollar) artwork should be removed and destroyed, a report said on Wednesday.

The stone, a 14-tonne granite slab intricately engraved with a 16th-century diatribe against violent raiders, was commissioned by city councillors for the Millennium celebrations.

Created by Carlisle-born artist Gordon Young, is now stands at the centre of the city, near its castle.

The 1,069-word curse was originally levelled at "reiver families", who raided Carlise and other parts of the far north of England from just over the border in Scotland in the 16th century.

However, since the work of art was installed, Carlisle has suffered the worst local flooding for more than a century, an outbreak of livestock disease foot and mouth and a rash of local job losses as factories closed.

Even the city's beloved football team, Carlisle United, has endured their own famine of goals, leading them to be relegated from the Football League, The Times newspaper said.

Now the local council is to debate a motion about whether to move the Cursing Stone outside the city boundaries, or even destroy it altogether.

It was proposed by councillor Tim Tootle, who said he was finally pushed into action by floods which deluged Carlisle in January, killing three people.

"Many groups and individuals warned the council that the placing of a non-Christian artifact, based on an old curse on local families, would bring ill luck to the city," he was quoted as saying by the newspaper.

"This has (been) seen to be correct."

Artist Young -- a descendant of one of the reiver families -- has angrily compared the plan to the destruction of the giant Buddhas in Bamiyan by Afghanistan 's Taliban regime in 2001.

"It is of that order. They want to smash it to pieces. It is a powerful work of art but it is certainly not part of the occult," he said.

"If I thought my sculpture would have affected one Carlisle United result, I would have smashed it myself years ago."

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Less searchable M0rd4nt
10:56 / 04.09.05
Does anyone else have city oracles that they visit regularly? I have two, both encountered while drifting. One is down in Drassanes metro station on Las Ramblas: it's a slab of the hideous reconstituted marble stuff they've used to decorate the station, which happens to have two large pink areas that look like two faces, talking. I go down there from time to time and eavesdrop--there are no words, just a sense of mood and subject.

My other oracle is a bit more sophisticated. It's a piece of graffitti, a television set unplugged and in flames. Flyers, tags and other bits of graffitti are added, fade or get overlaid as the days pass. Every couple of weeks I'll swing by, see what's on the telly. I've had some useful communication from this.
 
 
Bard: One-Man Humaton Hoedown
15:57 / 04.09.05
There's a trio of trees in a courtyard just off Yonge street in Toronto that I sometimes go to (not so much anymore). They're growing right out of the pavement. Its really something.

One weird thing that I've never visited in Toronto before is this weird stone caern by the railroad tracks leading into town. It's...well its literally a big, symmetrical stone caern. Beside the tracks. Not a clue why. Always wanted to go there.
 
 
gravitybitch
18:12 / 04.09.05
No oracles, unfortunately. But I do have a relationship with a small spot of land where I work...

There's a bench that faces north and looks out over a bit of a drop-off and the northwest edge of San Francisco, the Marin headlands, and the water in between. I've been taking my lunch out there as often as I can and sharing it - tossing a bit of sandwich into the scrub and vines that slope down from the bench, pouring a bit of my water out onto the ground next to me; and doing a bit of energy work (grounding, centering, a variant on the Middle Pillar/Auric Egg/Fountain of Light). And there've been a few times when it feels like whatever earth-energy is there just rises up and washes over me as soon as I get off the parking lot, set foot to soil there...

I haven't done any other sort of workings there, but am going to start taking a small notebook again. And, given that it's work property and I'm there during working hours, I don't know that there's much more in the way of workings that I'm willing to do there....
 
 
Less searchable M0rd4nt
18:44 / 04.09.05
Sounds ace. I'd argue that what you're doing IS a working: to put it in my own terms, you're making nice with the local land-spirits. That, in and of itself, is a Good Thing to do.
 
 
macrophage
00:26 / 05.09.05
I find that Oak trees are marvellous, as they seem almost regal and very mighty. Oak Trees even I can get away with climbing and that is a good buzz. No wonder they are highly thought of by Druids and Pagans.

I also prefer the world of Ash trees as they are straight and erect, no messing about clogging up the skyline. I myself loathe Birch trees they are just so messy, the bark though,hmm, very interesting - useful for Sigils.

I like spending time in the woods, when i lived in the countryside I used to collect dead wood with my bow saw for my woodburner-stove, and I appreciated the atmosphere. It's tranquil, good enough for a sit-down and a cigarette, to ease the tranquiisation. Sounds very very hippy but never the less a jolly good form of exercise and meditation.

You should always ask Mother Nature or Gaia her permission if you take something from her. It stands to reason.

When I used to go and collect wood (wooding, we called it) you would get instantly drawn to certain power areas like an electromagnetic pull. It was like a Re-enactment of a Hunter-Gatherer Atavism, forraging amongst the squirrels and the wildlife, just to get some wood to get heat and cook food on. It was a Ritual that sometimes happened twice in the day, living in the city of Glasgow now I miss it, I miss the exercise, my arm muscles are for shit, and it was a good excuse to take the dog out for a good exercise - silences the Mind, and lets one know what it is like to Work with Nature as a force, and not like a Mega Corporate Vampire that just rips trees out of forests for money or for cash crop exploitation.

I bumped into a person once I think who was meditating in the woods, when me and the dog went wooding. Odd. They looked startled. I thought it was funny.

I have lived in alot of woods I wouldn't say they are the best places for a sense of the other, they can get very ionised at night, and you have to overcome across this "Blair Witch Effect," nice though communing with all of nature. Interacting with Deer, Foxes, etc..

Mountains and hilltops are good, you can see for miles and when the wind hits you you can feel it like a good dose of Magick Mushrooms or a Bass Bin at a 40K Reggae Sound System.

Underground grottoes are good, we would have free 24 hour acid house parties at this squatted Chicken Farm we squatted, we were all parked in the woods. We'd have the decks set up in these chambers, they must have been left over from WW2, they were wicked, powerfull on Ketamine and MDMA - like guttural, like better than a house, the energy was infused and intense, perfect for Chemognosis and Neo-Dervishes (ie Dancing).

To go near a running stream or water is perfect for a good vibe, as the water clears up the atmosphere if you are in the woods. Woods are like antennae they are like a duplicate of the dendrtite pathways within our Brains, they "receive" alot, hence a big wood can get scary, hence the myths around tree spirits and the elementals. The bigger the woods the less sunlight gets in.

I make my pantacles out of woods that I get from the forest and will get wands from there as well.

Now I take my dog out to the park and the woods for silence and to get away from the Rat Race. I didn't get on with that Urban Shamanism type thing, but i do grok it.

Like if you go for a walk in the city you could attempt to divine from the pixelation that the lights make in the distance on the skyscrapers. Like magnified pixels sometimes they remind me of.

I rememeber as a little lad I'd go in to Glasgow City Center and you know what stuck me the most prominent of logos amongst all the billboards (think Bladerunner), it was the Barrs Limeade Drink Logos. I mean goto London and you have the Canary Wharf or Birmingham with its Post Office Tower. Glasgow has changed alot since I moved away and came back, as a city center it is very built up on.
 
  
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