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enchanted-wildflower · 5 months

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On animism

One of my teachers at university told us something today, that I believe to be relevant to animism and therefore also witchcraft:

He explained that in the West we see everything as occurences, whereas in some languages the same happenings are described as actions. Meaning that in the West we tend to imply that there is no agency involved in whatever happens, while some other languages tend to imply that someone activily causes things. His example was that in the West rain is understood as something that just happens, no one causes the rain. Whereas in Mesoamerica it was believed that it rained because some god was crying.

While the idea of a literal crying god causing it to rain on earth might be outdated, I find it really interesting how these two perspectives - events vs. actions - might shape our relationship with the world. If rain is not just an occurence, but someone acting with agency, rain becomes another part of the community we live in. The community then doesn't only consist of humans anymore, but of everything that surrounds us. Suddenly there are all these new players that actively affect your life with their actions. Other-than-human persons that you can interact with and with whom you have to keep a friendly relationship. If the tree in front of your house isn't just an object, but a being with agency, you actually have to be at least respectful and might even want to build a relationship with them, get to know them, learn from them.

I think that's really the core of animism. Descriptions of animism are often reduced to the believe that everything has a soul, but I think believe doesn't even factor into it. You don't need to believe that there is a non-physical aspect to rain, mountains, stones. It's about how we interact with them. I don't even have to ask myself the question if the tree in front of my house has a soul in order to learn about and from them or to interact with them. In my opinion animism is something that is done, not thought or believed. It's a perspective.

Listening to my teacher also reminded me of the following part of Braiding Sweetgrass (great book btw) which explains all this really well:

A bay is a noun only if water is dead. When bay is a noun, it is defined by humans, trapped between its shores and contained by the word. But the verb wiikwegamaa - to be a bay - releases the water from bondage and lets it live. "To be a bay" holds the wonder that, for this moment, the living water has decided to shelter itself between these shores, conversing with cedar roots and a flock of baby mergansers. Because it could do otherwise become a stream or an ocean or a waterfall, and there are verbs for that, too. To be a hill, to be a sandy beach, to be a Saturday, all are possible verbs in a world where everything is alive. Water, land, and even a day, the language a mirror for seeing the animacy of the world, the life that pulses through all things, through pines and nuthatches and mushrooms. This is the lan- guage I hear in the woods; this is the language that lets us speak of what wells up all around us.

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This is the grammar of animacy. [...] In English, we never refer to a member of our family, or indeed to any person, as it. That would be a profound act of disrespect. It robs a person of selfhood and kinship, reducing a person to a mere thing. So it is that in Potawatomi and most other indigenous languages, we use the same words to address the living world as we use for our family. Because they are our family.

To whom does our language extend the grammar of animacy? Naturally, plants and animals are animate, but as I learn, I am discovering that the Potawatomi understanding of what it means to be animate diverges from the list of attributes of living beings we all learned in Biology 101. In Potawatomi 101, rocks are animate, as are mountains and water and fire and places. Beings that are imbued with spirit, our sacred medicines, our songs, drums, and even stories, are all animate. The list of the inanimate seems to be smaller, filled with objects that are made by people.

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The language reminds us, in every sentence, of our kinship with all of the animate world.

- Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge and the Teachings of Plants (2013), p. 78-80.

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lunegrimm · 7 months

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"The witches giving birth to summer"

Personal piece from earlier this year, Summer is already drawing to a close so decided to quickly post it now before autumn is in full swing :)

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upthewitchypunx · 9 days

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If you named your car you may already be an animist.

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musingmelsuinesmelancholy · 7 months

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Some things I’ve been thinking about. At times being an American trad witch is incredibly frustrating and at others it’s absolutely exhilarating, rewarding. Reconnecting with my ancestral ( primarily french and scottish ) lore, magical practices, witchcraft etc has and will continue to inform my practice but I’ll never be a “french” witch. I’ll never be a “scottish” witch. I can find a lone hawthorn or a sacred tree guarding a hidden spring to tie the cloutie to, I can divine via a snail’s mucus trail, Fly to the Sabbath to meet The Abbess, heed the Dame Blanches, pluck the golden bloom with songs to St Columba, safeguard me and mine via silver, spring water and juniper. Yet there’s many things I’ll never know or be able to do. Whether that’s because these things are so tied to the land or a specific place, language barriers, ( working to overcome this one ) or due to the ( well warranted) gate keeping of lore and practices.

This used to be a source of great confusion for me. I think because I was afraid( due to my previous new age fuckwittery ) to experiment, do anything other than what I understood as “traditional”. My understanding being too rigid at the time; the pendulum swung from one end of the spectrum to the other. This delayed my progress and “froze” me. I was left wondering what an “American” trad craft would look like; most our books do come from a European POV. Learning of our own magical traditions as well as those of my Canadian family ( still working on that one haha ) helped. Reading Robin Kimmere helped. Reading Schulke, him being an American and writing on American plants, helped too. I’ve come to know Sugar Maple and Plantain as powerful spirits. Both teaching important lessons on how to rectify my ancestors mistakes, to foster relations with the First Peoples and how to incorporate the magic of this land into my craft. Rather than being frustrated by my being American I see it as a challenge now. I get to explore spirits, plants, places, animals, spiritual/physical ecologies ( is even really a difference between these?) completely unknown to my ancestors. I get to reconcile the old and the new. To learn from Spirit Direct. Tradition isn’t the worship of ashes, it’s the preservation of Fire. New wood must be added to keep The Fire burning. The Devil of this land certainly is a spirit of the unknown.

I am the land, the land is me.

I don’t own it, to it I owe all.

To it my body will return, the tithe paid.

I’m not rolling hills of heather, white chalk cliffs, the monk’s island nor the azure coast. The memories of these places echo distantly in my blood, sung alive by my ancestors shades. Part of me they’ll always be; yet it’s not who I am. Not what I am.

I’m craggy shores, dull-jade waves bearing down upon the tired rocks. I am musky pine forests veiled in mist. Sun-venerating oaks hugging the shoreline. Bleeding alders in damp ground swelling. Proud maples sustaining generation upon generation with their boiled blood. Death-grey clay, exposed by running spring.

I am the kudzu, the itching moth, the knotweed, the Norway maple, the ivy wrecking havoc upon the land. My surname and light skin proof of a genocide ongoing. I am my ancestors sins; the specter of the Old Growth forests, their grief hanging over the land like a fog. Every interaction with The Land tinged with sadness, loss.

I am my maternal side’s copper curls. Melusine’s pride. Ave Landry! Ave Gauthier! Forebears mine.

I am my paternal side’s grief. The end result of decades of cultural warfare. The Jesuits stole our name….my hair will not be cut.

Never will I libate these glacier carved valleys with booze.

I am the plantain, learning a kinder way. The sumac reclaiming the orchard.

My Februarys, my Marches aren’t snow drops and daffodils peaking through the frozen ground. They’re steely skies and walls of sleet. Bloodroot heralds winters wane; not Brigid’s flower.

My June isn’t fields of poppies, it’s seas of crimson staghorn blooms skyward reaching.

My augusts aren’t golden shafts of wheat, swaying in summer’s last breaths; they’re explosions of neon-violet and honey-yellow. Corn ripening on the vine, supporting the climbing bean. The cicadas song reverberating.

Old Michaelmas marks harvest’s end, October potatoes long buried in soils darkness finally exhumed. The Devil his Rosy Briar to ascend and plunge.

With Novembers first snows the Dead come in.

I’ll never process around a standing stone nor know what it is to live and eat off the land my dead lay in. Finally, I’m learning to be at peace with this. To love and know the land I live on. I’ll always be a stranger here, a guest. I hope to be a good one.

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sarenth · 2 months

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Heathenry is Entwined

My Heathenry is entwined with everything I do. It is not separate. My polytheism, my animism, it is entwined with how and who I am.

It is a lived, living religion that is part of all I do, why I do it, and how. It is part of why I hold the politics I do. It is part of why I do the work I do. It is part of how I am a partner. It is part of how I raise my children. It is part of how I am in my communities.

For those saying that we must remove religion from politics, utterly, you are telling me to disappear. For those saying that we must remove religion from public life, you are telling me to disappear. I am not asking for my religion to be dominant, the most important, or the only one adhered to. I want plurality. I want a world in which we can live together. Barring that, I want a world in which there can be respect for one another and we can live as we wish.

I cannot do that with bigots. I cannot do that with homophobes, transphobes, queerphobes. I cannot do that with white supremacists. I cannot do that

#polytheism #animism #polytheist #animist #heathen #gods #ancestors #vaettir #heathenry #religion #Ginnreginn

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igatherthedead · 1 year

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Wearable Deer Talisman from www.igatherthedead.com

#vulture culture #scavenger #vultureculture #bonecollecting #igatherthedead #bonejewelry #bonecleaning #taxidermy #deadwhenwemet #animist #heathen

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lovewardeath · 2 months

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As someone who has always been fascinated by the sky, stars and planets, I’ve become more accustomed to look up at the sky more. Cloud watching and observing the constellations gives me a sense of peace and awe. Space is so vast and so incredibly expansive. For a pagan like me, especially an animist, the sky is a living soul just like the stars. ✨

#pagan #paganism #witchblr #witchcraft #deity work #satanism #kemetism #hellenic polytheism #hellenic pagan #kemetic paganism #kemetic polytheism #occultist #occultist witch #egyptian paganism #Greek paganism #astrology #astronomy #animist #animism

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a-single-white-crow · 2 months

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When I was young I knew the trees had souls, each plant felt different, and every animal held a lesson to teach.

When did I forget this? How did I grow up and lose touch with this understanding?

Now I'm back, relearning the lessons I was already taught when I was young.

#growing up #animism #animist #witchblr #witchcraft #spiritual journey #animistic witch #witch #spirit work

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arcaneglade · 7 months

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🌱Welcome to the Arcane Glade🌱

We’re a 13+ witchcraft & metaphysical server focused on natural & animal magic and Spirit Work. We welcome all kinds of practitioners that take part in natural magic while rejecting appropriation in all it’s forms.

🍃 The server has resource channels & spaces for discussions of the resources provided.

🍃We’re plurality friendly with PluralKit & Tupper already in the server.

🍃We have chats for alterbeing experiences & we’re friendly to all alterbeings/alterhumans, therians, otherkin/ds.

🍃We’re queer & trans friendly.

🍃We have a zero-tolerance policy for transphobic, queerphobic, racist, sexist and other bigoted rhetoric.

Join us today 🌱https://discord.gg/2unUkHnyws🌱

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solarvermilion · 1 year

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PSA: Theistic Satanism ≠ Demonolatry/Demonology

#satanism #theistic satanism #demonolatry #demonology #satan #satan deity #pagan #paganism #eclectic pagan #eclectic paganism #satanist #religon #spirituality #animism #animist #polytheist #polytheism #omnism #omnist

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pagan-culture-iz · 1 month

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Animist culture is asking what nature really needs *from us* instead of always asking for and expecting favours from It

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#pagan culture is #animism #animist #pagan community #pagan #paganism #paganblr #pagan blog #pagans of tumblr #folk magic

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lunegrimm · 7 months

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preview of the new "Thunder god" tapestry!! Pre-orders will start on Monday [25/9/2022]

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3ntity56 · 1 month

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Exploring nature with a new perspective. Everything around you sings. The sky, bright blue and full of puffy clouds, bids you good day… the sun and moon are having a dinner date above you. They gaze down upon you lovingly like parents to a child. The ducks chitchat in the pond below you. The water bubbles next to you like nature’s engine chugging along... the trees, bare branched and budding, are stretching their arms and beginning to awaken from their long overwinter slumber. They gift you with a bit of their spirit. You feel like singing. Maybe you do. Nature is beautiful. Life is beautiful.

#animism #animist #druid #druidry #nature #nature is beautiful #life is beautiful #hopepunk #positivity

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musingmelsuinesmelancholy · 5 months

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Motivated by a mutual, here’s an ask game!

1 What do you practice?

2 Does a particular faith inform your craft, or alternatively, if your faith and magic are separate- why is this distinction between the two important to you?

3 What paradigm or philosophy do you adhere to?

4 What culture(s) is your magic rooted in?

5 For my dual faith folks, do you practice a historically attested syncretism or one of your own creation?

6 How easy or difficult has it been for you to hold to a dual faith observance?

7 What are some of your favorite tools?

8 What are some of your favorite books, or books you would recommend to a novice?

9 What’s something you wish more people understood about the craft?

10 What’s something you’re tired of explaining to people?

11 How would you define witchcraft?

12 Your favorite things about the occult community? Whether it’s your local community, if you’re lucky enough to have one, an online community or whatever!

13 Least favorite things about the community?

14 Go to herbal allies?

15 What’s something you feel is often overlooked?

16 Books in general you recommend or are interested in?

17 go to animal allies?

18 go to mineral allies?

19 most unorthodox thing you’ve utilized in magic?

20 what’s something you’re currently interested in and/or learning about?

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sarenth · 2 months

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Hail to the Gods of the Waters

Hail Njörðr! Hail Rán! Hail Ægir! Hail to the Nine Undine Goddesses! Thank you for the bounty of the sea, of life that swims and strains Thank you for the sweat of fishermen, the strong meat of the oceans That raise up from the depths and nourish us Thank you, Holy Ones. Hail to the Gods of the Seas, the Oceans, the Rivers, the Lakes, and the Streams! Hail to the Gods of the Waters,…

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lovewardeath · 11 months

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Faith is so difficult for me. I’ve been in many religions even though I’m only 21. I keep feeling this belonging back to Islam, as well with Hinduism, or even Gnosticism.

Then I am like, no, being a Eclectic Pagan is my truth path. Mainly because I will always feel like an outcast regardless of my faith. I believe all religions have some sort of truth to them, ie Omnism.

It’s hard because I feel as though I’m the only one who can’t find the faith I truly belong too. The one I’m meant to belong too.

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