PBN Blues Series: “Michigan Water Blues” by Jelly Roll Morton

We return to our series for the Pagan practitioner with another PBN Blues Series installment. Did you miss us? We missed you.

*We would also like to remind you, Flint, Michigan still does not have clean water.

There are time when the only way to break a streak of bad luck is to shake it off and seek new places and faces. Changing the mind can change the world. But if roots are being done on you locally, booking a flight or hitting the road, may be the answer, if viable. In these circumstances, clients are known to come for insight and work to prepare their route and “traveling mercies”. As a business person, you want to retain clients, but you also want to be of service to them as well. How you handle referrals is delicate and important.

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Traveling on, but not without baggage

Curtis L. comes to you with his “I just quit another job” shirt on his back, pressed and fresh. A customer from your early days of business, he has stuck with you for 20 years. Traveling where the work will take him, he drifts from town, and state to state. His flashy watch matches the shine in his eyes, and you anticipate new employment status, and newer lady friends, in some place at the other end of a tank of gas. You mentally prepare to gather his usual assortment of spell components.

Curtis L. surprises you this time, though. He tells you that this is probably the last time you will see him for some years. It seems that he has a job up  in Michigan, and a plethora of opportunities. He is asking you not for his usual small kit, but simply a travel protection root bag and the name of a good shop or worker in Detroit.

Now, Curtis L. has been as dependable as the rains in fall, and the earth underfoot. His regular business has often meant the difference between being able to be in the black at the end of a month, and counting a loss. His word of mouth also keeps a steady stream of wealthy ladies finding your shop and lining your cash register drawer. Even his church friends come for blessed Seals of Moses you get from Sleeping Gryphon.  Yes, indeed, Curtis L. is a valued customer.

For this reason, you decide to sabotage his move. In your opinion, the relationship is too beneficial to both of you. You decide to fill the order, but nullify it with your own work. You then set lights for his job to fall through before he has been there a week. You will break this man for both of your sakes. In your view, no other worker can look after him like you, anyway.

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You smile, and lie through your Fashion Fair coral lipstick and tell him you know not one authentic practitioner, sorry. You wish him well and watch him walk through your door, knowing he will return a broken man. But you also know you will then keep Curtis L. just healed enough to ensure your prosperity for many years to come. With this decision, you now have changed the course of your practice, but you are fine with that.

 

Fond Farewell, with some stories to tell

Curtis L. comes to you with his “I just quit another job” shirt on his back, pressed and fresh. A customer from your early days of business, he has stuck with you for 20 years. Traveling where the work will take him, he drifts from town, and state to state. His flashy watch matches the shine in his eyes, and you anticipate new employment status, and newer lady friends, in some place at the other end of a tank of gas. You mentally prepare to gather his usual assortment of spell components.

Curtis L. surprises you this time, though. He tells you that this is probably the last time you will see him for some years. It seems that he has a job up  in Michigan, and a plethora of opportunities. He is asking you not for his usual small kit, but simply a travel protection root bag and the name of a good shop or worker in Detroit.

Now, Curtis L. has been as dependable as the rains in fall, and the earth underfoot. His regular business has often meant the difference between being able to be in the black at the end of a month, and counting a loss. His word of mouth also keeps a steady stream of wealthy ladies finding your shop and lining your cash register drawer. Even his church friends come for blessed Seals of Moses you order from Sleeping Gryphon.  Yes, indeed, Curtis L. is a valued customer.

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You will feel the loss of Curtis L. both emotionally and financially. His custom and referrals contributed to the success and popularity of your business. He sees you as a trusted fictive family member, and you are honored to be held in such esteem. You hold his trust sacred, and it is with this in mind, you prepare with care his last package.

You are a member of the Pagan Business Network, so you know the way to find the people he needs to know and how to place him in touch with them. You also know that a quick free divination will aid him to avoid any unforeseen trouble with the new employer. You give him this free of charge.

With a final goodbye, you send an email to the businesses you recommended, with his permission, with an introduction. He will never forget you, and will no doubt continue to sing your praises. Word of mouth on social media makes his continued referrals very probable for local clients.

Curtis L. sends you a chat message three months later. He is doing very well. That last parting gift of Boss Fix was just what he needed to foil a coworker’s plot to undermine him. His new local worker has a great relationship with him, and you and she often refer clients to each other for online customers. His reviews on both your sites is like honey to bees. Your choice to give a hand up instead of a pulling back, lifted you both.

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Looking at Life

Your honor and business reputation are your most bankable asset. Without them, you have nothing. There is no lesson greater than this.

Living ghosts, the unconscionable art of irresponsibility

You are having a great time at the festival and are catching a bite at a lovely restaurant that serves the best angel hair pasta with herbs in the city. You share the wine and weave flowers into each others hair. Energy passes between you, and the magic moves throughout the room. Your eyes reflect the wonder and spark that comes the beginning of a new relationship sparking up into those first wisps of foundation as you gaze at your partner. You go to the restroom and return to your table.

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But you have made a mistake, somehow. You have found your way to the wrong table. You know this, as your date is no longer there. Clearly, this is the wrong space.

Your plate and half consumed cider give a different testimony. Right there, to the left, you can still see your napkin as you left it. The semi circles you traced in the salt by your butter bear your marks plain as day. The feeling that is pouring over you feels like cold pearls of sand in your aura.

You have just experienced ghosting.

Your face feels hot, and you feel that shocky temperature shift that accompanies cognitive dissonance. Every eye seems to be on you right now, though you know that cannot be true. You return to your seat, and look around, hoping it is a mistake.

The server comes over and has a sympathetic look on their face, yet tactfully does not address your situation. They leave to secure your bill for the evening. You search your wallet and hope you have enough left on you to cover the bill. Thankfully, you do. But it will hurt your budget.  What was supposed to be a split treat becomes a burden that spells ramen for lunch for the next week.

Awkwardness ensues. You feel uncomfortable in your skin, and all your motions to finish your meal and leave the tip feels forced and theatrical. Stiltedly, you walk out of the place with a plastic smile. The pantomime of normalcy completed, you return to your home and try to make sense of what makes no sense.

Feelings of self-doubt consume you for the next few days. You try to contact them via social media, only to find yourself blocked. The number rings thru to their phone, but no connection ever happens. Messages are unanswered, and at last you surrender. No longer entertaining the hope of some miraculous explanation that would make it all reasonable, you move on with your life….a little more wary, a little more jaded.

This is what ghosting does. This is how toying with someone’s emotions may play out in their lives. There are as many scenarios as there are people, of course. But the essence is the same. A person has refused their responsibility as a mature adult to end an association in a healthy and clear way.

Regardless of the ghoster’s intent, ghosting is a passive-aggressive interpersonal tactic that can leave psychological bruises and scars. –Jennice Vilhauer Ph.D.

This practice is not only childish, it denotes a lack of courage. It takes a measure of cowardly self centered world view to do this to another person. Unfortunately, it is on the rise and climbing to social acceptability … and it is ultimately an act of emotional violence.

This must stop. Unkindness is not what we need more of in our society. We must do better.

No one deserves to be treated this way. It is unhealthy and damaging. As thinking feeling emanations of spirit, we can do better.

Another tragedy, a new set of stripes

Again, the Neo Pagan American experience feels the shock of tragic revelations regarding sexual abuse and depravity. The suffering and victimization of Moira Greyland comes forward to the national conversations once more. Years ago, we read part of this horror show in an article in The Wild Hunt. The fact that it is a chilling look into the ways that entire empires of Personality Cults can protect perpetrators of heinous criminality never ceases to astonish this writer.

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The predatory nature of the narcissist, put into spiritual positions of authority, becomes writ large in our communities. The fact that our communities are fringe to the overculture only amplifies our inability and unwillingness to discuss the wolves in our midst as a body. In our race to escape the trappings of a society that seeks to oppress that which is different, we seem to lose our sense of accountability to our chosen “villages”. We throw the word leadership around ourselves like priestly mantles, yet often do none of the housekeeping inherent in the roles of stewardship.

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As Ms. Greyland bleeds out for us across the pages of “The Last Closet: The Dark Side of Avalon”, those of us in leadership would do well to look down at the tips of our shoes. We may find the blood of our own peoples have soiled our soles, as we stepped through their silenced pains and anguish in our rush to the next festival, the next gathering, the next…whatever we find interesting and aggrandizing at the moment.

Years of abuse by one human child. Contemplate this. Years of emotional and physical destruction and violence on a person, yet not one person in our communities saw this and made a call? We keep hearing these stories, stories of familial and proximity based crimes. And yet, no universal codes or guidelines have come forth? Surely, it is time to come together and make this happen.

I will not speak to the publisher of her book’s problematic associations because that is two shades away from sideways victim slashing. A lot of that is happening right now in the high school hallway environment of social media. Talking heads, yes we have them even in the Pagan worlds, are already undermining the survivor by slamming her choice of publisher. Yet the question is, what Pagan publishing house would have printed it?

We must do better, family. We must do better, even my enemies. We must do better, those who I do not know. I claim no false kinship in this cause, but claim common humanity.

Listen, act, and redeem.

No place for stones – an editorial for the American Witch in 2017

The world of the American Witch citizen is in a state of informed chaos in these times. So much is going on at once that one only need pick up local, or national, news sources for it.  The ragged screams of disorder and imbalance blaze our ears and eyes.  The divisions that pollute the psyche of the peoples threaten the flow and weave of our tribes and kinships.

The topics of political and social hot buttons make conversations a dance for only the bravest. We talk at each other, not with each other, in gatherings. Conversation has become Opportunistic Conversion as each faction seeks to overtalk and overwhelm the others.

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When did the children of the Divine become pundits and judgemental avatars for the social elite and the ambulance chasing social justice cloaked con persons. The people are marred by the shadows of those who feed upon the hatred and dissonance. Entire careers are made and broken in the Pagan worlds based on vampiric exploitation of the suffering of others.

Witches are an independent bunch. This is not the place where I will address the nuances of Wiccans and Witches. I speak to all who take up that backpack. Thus, it is most shocking to see them cluster together to speed toward the same sort of divisive lemming like behavior that seeks to silence the dissidents among us.

When did craft become about profiteering and politics? When did spiritual service fester into a blot on the landscape, seen as a means to gaining cult of personality style control of others … the kind of control that leads to sickness and wickedness. When did the rites of the priest and priestess, the covener and the neophyte, get tainted with personal agendas?

I have no answers to the crises that face our citizens as a nation. I speak out, and urge all to do so as well. I expect, no, desire and wish, that people work their paths and live their lives in honor and truthfulness. But this, only this, is all. The need to control and thought patrol other witches, people, humanity in general, from the altar is a thing I will not do.

In this time, when religion and power are wielded from common hands that interweave so much, this is the time to hold the sacred to be untouchable. This is the time to take civil actions as we must, but the Mysteries are sacrosanct and must remain so.

So, in good will, please leave the stones at the edge of the circles you enter. Use them not to build walls between you. Use them not to stone your foes. But use them to build cisterns of love from which the world may draw what it needs to build a better place for all of us.

Just my two cents.

A Thanksgiving Smile for our Readers

Thanksgiving Rhapsody
by Kenya Davis aka Mistress Belladonna

Is this Thanksgiving?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught up in pie crust
No escape from the whipping cream

Reach for the can
Open those yams and seeeeee

I’m just a poor mom
I get no sympathy

Because I’m at the sink
at the stove
Simmering
cooking slow

Any way the tray goes
Doesn’t really matter to me
to me

Mama
I just cleaned the bird
The new counter is a wreck
dropped the giblets and the neck

Mama
I had just begun
But the cat was there
and scarfed them all away

Mama
ooooooh
Didn’t mean to tear the thigh
If it falls off during cooking it doesn’t matter
It’s all good, it’s all good
I’ll hide it on the platter

Too late
The game is on
The man is no longer mine
His chair in permanent recline
No chance I can get him, to pick up some ice
Gotta hope this punch can hold and get us through

Mama, ooooo
(checking through the windows)
Gonna have to hangup now
I wish I’d never bought that Butterballlllll

I hear a parking of a Chevrolet Sedan
It’s the folks, It’s the folks
They are blasting “Wango Tango”

The smoke alarm is crying
It is terrify ing me

Check the rolls
(check the rolls)
Check the rolls
Oh Gods no!
I burned the rolls that’s how it goes

It’s just a bundt cake
How hard can that be
My daughter cannot cook
It’s a calamity
Go get a knife, we will try to pry it free

Flip it now, on the plate
Try to hold it straight

Just wiggle

The pan won’t let it go
(let it go)

Just hold still

(the pan won’t let it go)
let it go!

Stop crying

(the pan won’t let it go)
let it go!

Come back here!
(the pan won’t let it go)

It’s okay, It’s okay
We’ll say it’s a souffle

no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Come back in here, I’m your mother
You put down those pink earphones

This non stick pan has exceeded its old warranty
Dear me, Dear me

(crashing pans and screaming kids solo)

So the inlaws have landed and the cat has run by
Children chasing it have knocked over my pumpkin pies

Oh, baby
Leave the cat alone, baby
Who’s at the door,
who invited your ex girlfriend here?

oh yeah, oh yeah

Please take home leftovers,
take some extra peas
take some mashed potatoes
That just leaves some fridge space…..for meeeee

We forgot the wish-bone
(dropped pan)

The hip of the rose: leadership in Pagan communities after crisis

When Pagan communities have unfortunate uproars, or controversies, it often leads to fissures in the communal networks. In the settling dust of the aftermath is where the remains of once seemingly seamless connections burn slowly under their own power. The hurt and anger expressed by the parties involved spill out and touch all the events, celebrations, and organizations in some way when factions draw lines over who is right, who is wrong, and who is interested in healing through discussion vs. excommunication and banishment. It is at this time that the responsibility of leadership to not only bring peace, but also truthful constructive examination and amelioration.

In these times, we have access to the power to inform one another in the blink of a cursor. Information travels as quick as the thought can leave our brains and animate our fingers upon the electronic devices that serve as our virtual avatars. Words that we would not serve in person are dished out upon the byte filled landscapes of social media. When used for confronting the pains brought by crisis, they are the stallions of our causes. They deliver the emotions and thoughts that join the fray in order to bring about justice and fairness. When used carelessly, they become hellhounds that are unleashed to destroy our opponents without the nasty inconvenience of having to look them in the eye and share the same air in the same room.

It is the wounds that words and actions inflict that must be healed. To do this, those same words must be examined and digested. The community must eat from the plate that it serves. If our words are truthful, that means the meal will be pure. And if our words are cruel, that will season the meal. If we refuse the meal by avoidance or dissembling, then we starve our souls. And if we only eat from one side of the table, we are in a state of imbalance. All sides must be present at the table if the people involved are to heal and grow stronger.

Leadership is not pushing the truth under the tablecloth. Leadership is not forcing a narrative. Leadership is not playing holier than thou, or claiming the cloak of respectability by staying silent behind group statements. Leadership does not tip over the lid of the boiling pot of problems, and then walk away to pretend nothing has happened. Leadership does not call attention to a transgression and then refuse to take the next steps.

What are the next steps? What do those look like?

The next part to any situation where hurt and pain and anger have burned through the bonds that connect us as peoples in the Pagan circles is examination. After the flash of conflict has faded, it is the time to really look at what happened and weigh how it was handled. Was it done with determination and fairness? Was it righteous? Was the will of what is right served? Are there ways that could have led to the desired outcome that may have been more productive? Did the desired outcome happen? Why, or why not? How does we heal after this?

If the crisis is legal, have the authorities been contacted? Did we follow through with making sure the reports were filed and accurate?

If it was ethical, were all parties contacted? Was there a town hall meeting type of conversation? Was there an opportunity to make amends given? Was there a desire to do so?

Now comes the part where foot to ground comes into play. What actions are leaders taking in order to decompress the atmosphere? Did they set up a forum, or simply walk away back to their regularly scheduled programs? Are there educational events or rituals scheduled in order to make peace or bury animosity? Is there any effort to heal the fractures that this may have caused? Where do we begin?

Each body of people is its own. Each will find its own way of handling what may be a pivotal moment for them as individuals and part of a greater circle of connections. However, it is the responsibility of leaders to take part in finding what that looks like…with purpose and action.

 

 

Hurricane Harvey Flint (Genesee County rescue team) mobilizing tonight

Ryan LoRee, Candidate for Michigan House of Representatives, 50th District, is kicking into action with the Hurricane Harvey Flint (Genesee County rescue team) in putting some made in Michigan compassion to work. He, along with a volunteers of determined folks with boats, supplies, and other items, are heading out this evening to put the rotors to the road. Hurricane Harvey has devastated Houston and surrounding areas. These Michiganderns have answered the call.

The situation continues to deteriorate. The flood waters show no sign of relenting, and rain continues to drown the urban centers and rural areas with devastation. Water rescues by law enforcement, the Cajun Navy, and the National Guard forces are happening, but the task is monumental.

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The volunteers on this mission from the Midwest are moving out tonight. With goals and guts, they are traveling to Texas with bootstraps firmly pulled up and ready to roll. But, one thing.

They need your help.

We are assembling a recovery team to head down to Texas. We are looking for rescue equipment, medical supplies, Pet food, canned foods, water bottles, GAS CARDS ect… Please let me know if you can be of any assistance? The team we have assembled is very trained and proficient in rescue operations. Thank you for your support and please let me know if you can help!!!!

Local Witch, and Leader, HPS Morgana Moonwater gave PBN News the heads up that this was going down. To her, big thanks. Keep up the good fight for the true and right.

On the list of items needed, they include

  • Baby Formula
  • Medical Supplies
  • Pet Food
  • Canned Foods
  • Solar emergency blankets
  • Flares
  • GAS CARDS
  • Gas Cans
    Etc…

In addition to those listed above, there is a major need for blankets, pet food, and sanitary supplies. Gas cards to get there make it possible. Food cards to major stores are also something you might wish to donate.

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As of two hours ago, they released this statement from the team, via LoRee’s fundraiser FB page:

We have aquired a 24ft Airstream to take on the trip. We are expecting to leave by at the latest 7pm. If anyone has artistic talents and would like to make signs from home we can collect and stick them in the widows with your messages!!! Thank you all for your support and encouragement. Please share this to at least 5 friends. This will be one of the main sources we pull from for resources.

Donate to their mission by visiting

Hurricane Harvey Flint (Genesee County rescue team

on Facebook. Let’s make it happen people. If not you, who? If not now, when?

Burgers and bigotry

This morning, as I was contemplating how to best core and store my apples for the freezer, I scrolled through my social media and was appalled. My cousin-in-law posted that she and her sisters were assaulted at McDonald’s last evening in the parking lot by racist neighbors. As is perfunctory with this ilk, they made sure to call them the pernicious word “N*****r”. One of the young women was only 17, an early age to begin to taste the sourness of life.

My family, on both sides, contain numerous living proofs of the power of love existing across color and creeds. The shades are as varied in any meadow garden planted by Gaia. So when I hear some reprehensible nugget of soiled humanity has taken to inciting his fellows into attacking anyone, especially family, I get heated.

I seem to stay heated, lately. It must be something in the weather that is agitating me, such as the putrid smell of hatred mixed with tiki torch oil. The kind carried by small people with large egos and strident voices. That smell is the kef that rises like steam from the killing fields during strangulation of spiritual truth. The hounds of chaos are calling.

 

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But underneath, the call of Spirit calls louder.

 

If you deflesh humans, there is a distinct layer of red reality underneath. That red is blood. Blood is life. That blood is connected to the life forces that run through every living thing. It does not change when it is placed in a vessel with brown skin. It does not change when it courses through veins in alabaster skin. It does not alchemize to something else when it resides in yellow, tan, red, or ebony skin. Because it is deep within the living host.

Humanity is a living host of spirit and life. We must look deeper to get beyond the wrappers in which we live. Culture and classism, race, religion, or any other division is only an accident of placement … genetic or regional. As a society, this charnal pit of conflict is the last gasp of an unevolved era of backward reactionary fear based wickedness.

All the altars in the world cannot light the flames of righteousness in one person’s heart if they are not lit in compassion and with the hand of those who will not be cowed. For every screaming chant of the wicked, an equal chord of good and power must counter and overpower it. We are the hidden children in plain sight, you and I. Those who keep the vigils, the chants, the sacred secret ways and places that do not change with the cults of men. It is time to be hidden no longer.

The Divine is calling its firebrands. The human soul burns brighter than any torch of human making. Let us heed the call to witness the truth.

Detroit Pagan Pride Day holds drum vigil for Dead at “Love Conquers Hate” Aug 19

Detroit is a unique place, and Detroit Pagan Pride Day is using the creative spirituality here to hold a drum vigil called “Love Conquers Hate”.  This Saturday, on August 19th at Green Acres Park in Hazel Park, MI they call on the community to join with them to bring in love and energy to strike a mighty beat. The rhythm of love and honor.

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They hold this event

…in remembrance of all those who have lost their lives due to crimes of hate. The focus will be to uplift and empower. We will be raising energy to bring greater love, respect and inclusion to our communities, the nation and the world. The DPPD festival runs from 11 am-8 pm. Drum circle vigil starts at 6. All are welcome! Please spread the word, bring your families, chairs, rattles, drums and energy for change and join us.

These are perilous times. In times such as these, a murderer can plow into a body of humans and snuff out the life force of an innocent woman in Charlottesville.   The call for action by the warriors of the light is strong. Prayer and energy are real and they make change. Accompanied with actions, they save worlds.

Pagans are always the hidden in plain sight. They are the gatekeepers and the watchpersons. They are the healers and the protectors. On Saturday, they will send their intentions, in time with the drums, to again signal that they are stepping into place. Won’t you join them?

 

Strange times and the riots’ new legacy of musical magic in Detroit

The magick is changing in Detroit. Some of it is good, and some of it is not very good at all.  The music of the times is changing and the melodies of protest new generations of practitioners making it are emerging in an era that sees the division of the different spiritual groups self segregating again. Their music may change some of that. The anniversary of the riots has only served to add body to the growing school of thought that the tone of the spiritual landscape is cycling back to a possibly dark place.

The tensions and divisions continue into every aspect of life, and the magickal landscape of practitioners is not different in many ways. The 8 Mile boundary, made famous by Eminem’s movie, is still a very real phenomenon. The reality of “White Flight” affected the families of many.

Pagans active  here today are mostly in outlying areas. The fellowships of the “Pagan” communities in Metro Detroit are often dotted around the city like random sprinkles on a donut. The poverty left in the wake of the rebellion, the loss of businesses and the homes of spiritual workers, a school system struggling (today, due to the constant redirection of funds by the powers that lobby for development instead of education), the vile myth of the unemployable nature of the population of minorities who are stake-holders in the community, all mixed together to create the playing field of a city that saw a rebellion five decades ago.

Those circumstances are repeating themselves today.

But so are the good things. The sound of music and melody made paths out of obscurity and manifested the dreams of hardworking groups from Motown and other independent companies. Artisans, barbers, beauticians, tailors, seamstresses, and other industries that supported our musicians rode this wave. The big factory workers let their hair down and lit their candles to the songs that told of life how it could be, despite constant harassment. Candle shops and readers in Eastern Market, off Grand Blvd, and on the West Side of McNichol’s served all races and creeds and the music tied them all together in the auric energy of the bardic craft.

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But even the music of a generation could not stop reality from being right outside that door. Segregated places still existed. The legacy of Dr. Sweet, even now, is still in the minds of Detroit’s children. The families that were engaged in that battle never left the city, and their children’s children lived to see the rebellion as a city was on fire while the music played.

Many stayed, but many more left.

A great migration from the city took with it the young. It took away the chances for them to learn the names of the stores and the streets where spells were spoken and offerings left. Many never bought their first dream/number policy book, but had seen them in their parent’s dresser drawer. Some even may have seen some Anna Riva books, but not understood why those books were not on the shelves at the corporate bookstores …. and why that was the case. An entire cultural oral history stolen from a new generation due to systematic racism, class warfare, and the resulting explosive reaction left a disconnect from the historicity of the magick in the Motor City.

Every section of the city has some aspect of magickal community. No area is untouched and unaffected by the ripping apart of neighborhoods, societies, and businesses that lie embedded in the dust beneath the Trees of Paradise that mark their resting places on the landscape. Known as the City of Churches, Detroit also is known as a City of the Unseen, both in powers and peoples. The first spellcraft so many of us learned was how to sing a song to spark a spell. Those songs are part of who we are and they were passed along in oral tradition.

Right now, the biggest ambassador of popular media regarding the culture of mixed magicks here that is of the common person and not a BNP (Big Name Pagan) is our music. Again. Because music can reach beyond the visions of flesh that divide us by skin color. So we have again found the magick in the music.  From 7 Mile Road, we have anthems for our street practitioners of a new generation from the mic of BIG HOODOO,  an artist signed with iconic ICP’s Psychopathic Records.

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The spiritual spectrums are myriad. We have a new generation of artist magickians who are looking for ways to express themselves that can reach beyond the street names and the color lines. Day Oshee Maatin is one younger magickian who has ventured past the enclaves. She visited ConVocation, performed at the Ancient Faiths Alliance Harvest Festival, and will grace the stage at the Detroit Conjure and Folk Magic Festival. She saw a long time ago that these divisions are beneficial to no one.

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In the music, there is hope that a new generation will come forward to heal the divides in the groups. In the New Detroit, there is just enough of the GENUINE OLD DETROIT that can be resurrected for its magickal communities to once again transcend the burdens and biases that divide us. But to the new generation of gentrifiers, I have one thing to caution you about as you strive to change the city into your new BOHO.

Detroit is not Brooklyn. Detroit is not New York. Detroit is not Harlem.

Detroit is Detroit.

If you don’t learn that soon, you may need to deal with a certain Red Dwarf that will teach you the hard way. Your Blues are not like ours, and we have a lot more songs to sing that are not. Do not seek to bring back those bad times of division in magick and society here, the land has a memory. The spirits here have memories. And sometimes, they smell like saltpeter and sulfur.