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Mother Ann Lee words and music by JP Houston (SOCAN)
Stowing alone in a hole on the row up in Gary I was the lowest and owingest soul of the wary The son of a motherless child, oh so weary Woe did my weep water a seed sewing in my sleep a dream Mother Ann Lee sang a stream Oh holy glossolalia sa-sa-la-do on Zion we roll singing sa-la-sa-ree in her arms Wallowing low when I woke on the road in the morning Following only the notes left to float in the pouring the load of a childhoodless life I've been towing So did my stride usher a tide and rising in it's wake a sign Mother Ann Lee sang a stream Oh holy glossolalia sa-sa-la-do on Zion we roll singing sa-la-sa-ree in her arms
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"G-d is Wind, Water, Fire, Life, Light, Power, and Mind. This is G-d--the seven elements. Each one of these elements are all gods among themselves, but the creator of these--the one ruler of these, is the one and only. He is G-d. He is in us, out of us, and is all about us; and without Him we wouldn't exist. Without any one of these gods we would not exist." "Black Judaism successfully hid both its origins in Pentecostal churches and its secret knowledge drawn from Freemasonry, Jewish Kabbala, and African American conjuring...
When one combines the study of Rabbi Matthew's Black Israelism with similar studies of Black Israelism, Black Islam, Rastafarianism, Father Divine's Peace Mission movement, and various New Thought-based black religions operative in the 1920s, it is possible to appreciate a remarkable wave of overlapping esoteric religious creativity that accompanied the much more famous artistic creativity of the Harlem Renaissance. These were religions of 'subversive bricolage,' the creations of remarkably sophisticated, not 'savage,' minds."
--Dorman, Jacob S. "I saw you disappear with my own eyes: Hidden Transcripts of New York Black Israelite Bricolage." Nova Religio: The Journal of Alternative and Emergent Religions. 11:1 (2007). pages 62-63. | | |
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I have read and re-read most of the books by Father Divine's contemporaries, the ones that are usually labeled as detractors. When they are not rival clerics, I am of the opinion that most of the people motivated to write book-length pieces about him were often discernibly conflicted in their response to his charisma and work. Writers like Sara Harris and John Hoshor, while lapsing into long passages with the worst sorts of racism (I should need only indicate phrases like "young buck" and "nutbrown mammie" to illustrate the particular flavor of racism), cannot help themselves and often find themselves asserting 1) no one can figure out where the money comes from and everyone has tried, hard; or 2) when all is said and done, it looks like he is indeed celibate and practices what he enjoins on others*, 3) he is indeed feeding and rehabilitating tens of thousands of outcast people, and/or 4) painting pictures like this one:IF Jesus Christ, Himself, returned to earth tomorrow it is doubtful if He could find a church wherein He would feel at home or even one where He would be welcomed.
The Baltimore Sun proved rather conclusively some years ago that there were none in Baltimore. A dozen reporters were called in and ordered not to shave for a week. Saturday night they were told to report early Sunday morning in the oldest and raggiest clothes they could find. Sunday morning they were each given a specific church and instructed to attend the church's services, incognito of course. After doing so they were to write a truthful account of the reception received. No important denominations were overlooked. One who reads their stories will almost agree with Nietzsche's statement that "The last Christian was crucified."
As far as this observer knows no such tests have been made elsewhere, but it seems safe to assume that the results would be much the same as they were in Baltimore. The reactions would probably range all the way from 'a sneer at' His clothes or person to threats to call the cops unless He cleared out.
Upon entering Father Divine's Peace Mission at 20 West 115th Street, now his official headquarters, one cannot help but feel that, regardless of the purpose of the visit, one is more than welcome. The building, a four-story red brick structure, formerly used for Harlem weddings, stag parties, lodge meetings and tap dancing rehearsals, is rented by Father Divine's cult. It has been their official headquarters since December 19, 1933.
Prominently displayed on the front of the building is a large sign stating that "all people, languages and races, all are welcome."
Throughout the block, as elsewhere in Harlem, are numerous signs in store and apartment house windows, "Peace," "Thank you, Father," "Peace, Shirts made to order," "Peace, three rooms to rent-hot water." Disciples, unmistakably recognized by their radiance and their unworried, happy countenance are coming and going on both sides of the street.
Only a few months before the emerald doors of Father Divine's heaven were thrown open on this street, it was, according to a Harlem police captain, almost unsafe for the prosperous appearing person to walk late at night unprotected through that block. While now, the chances are that should you drop a bill fold, well stuffed with Uncle Sam's currency, in that street or neighborhood, it would be promptly returned with a note: "Peace. Father Divine is God."
As one enters the Mission and climbs four steps to the first floor, greetings from every side are offered through the welcome smiles of the disciples and their watchword-salutation, "Peace." If it is any reasonable hour of the day and night the mission will be crowded.
Continuing through the first floor vestibule one enters a large hall, where the devotees of this faith are seated compactly on wooden benches, while others sit on boxes and crates in the aisles. In the rear of the hall the last eight or ten rows of benches are raised in a grandstand effect. At the front, from wall to wall, a waist high platform extends, at the center of which a twenty-two piece orchestra is playing in hot, swing time, "I've got rhythm, Divine rhythm." The platform, like the main floor, is filled with a swinging, pulsing, motley mass of men and women whose respective "complexions" range through every degree from pitch black to albinism.
Out of their torrid throats arises a throbbing, deeply sonorous, mountain of song:
"I've got rhythm, Divine rhythm I'm running for eternal life I've got rhythm, Divine rhythm Father Divine has freed me from all strife."
The floodgates of their emotions are open. They sing as if to some electrical compulsion. Every one keeps time, some with their hands, some with their feet, many with their whole bodies. They wear their hearts upon their sleeves. The gusto for life, the spirit of love and goodwill, and the fervent enthusiasm of those present warms the listener like a miraculous bonfire. One can almost catch the flame. It is, indeed, a house of happiness.
Here and there in different parts of the audience some are standing, clapping their hands and swaying their shoulders to the rhythm of the song. Others with slightly more space at their disposal loosely fling themselves about like whirling dervishes and prance, reel and writhe ecstatically in their own original manner. The spirit catches one after another, advertising its presence by long deep moans, shrill shouts or intensive floor stamping. One brother is releasing the unseen caller through the medium of a mouth harp, from which comes swinging measures in time with the orchestra. There are no rules of formalism here.
Father Divine has made his followers one great friendly and loving family. No jealousies, no animosities, no class prejudice and no quarrels. It is actually, Peace Brother, Peace Sister. They seem to literally merge themselves into one golden-hearted living creature, mellow with happiness, in an immense state of love.
Hoshor, John. God in a Rolls Royce. New York: Hillman, 1936. 125-128.* a ready example: " Certain non-believers among the colored race have privately claimed that they had unmistakable evidence of successful sexual advances by Father Divine toward some of his more attractive female devotees; and one white woman who resided at the Sayville heaven insisted that the Negro leader crawled in her bed at night, and that to get away from him she ran out into Macon Street in her night dress. It is extremely doubtful, however, that such assertions are true as the authorities tried diligently for many months, through unusually capable operatives, to secure evidence of such nature without a semblance of success, and it is also questionable if even the most loyal and submissive feminine follower, so glorified, could long refrain from advertising or boasting of her conquest." (Hoshor 101-102) | | |
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A white caller sitting nearby listens with an unbelieving look on her face. This is the twentieth consecutive day that she has been here to see Father Divine. She wants to sell him penny banks. Yesterday when she was here she suddenly got up and rushed out with a great idea. Today she has returned with a gift bank, on which is inscribed the name of Father Divine. She asks the secretary to please deliver it to him. Surely that will get her the long-awaited interview.
It does.
Father Divine calls her in as soon as the little bank is handed to him.
"Peace, Sister. What do you mean by putting my name on this physical thing, this token of Mammon, without my personal permission, without even asking me about it or discussing it with me?"
The lady is flustered, but now that she's in, she intends to get her sales-talk across.
"I thought how nice it would be for you to have hundreds of these banks and place one on the table of each of your missions, so that every one of your disciples could slip a penny into a bank each time they ate. In that way they could help you feed the poor."
"I don't need any help to feed the poor. I feed thousands, millions every day. I have all the money I need."
Father Divine's emphatic tone of voice created belief in the woman's mind.
"Well, I don't understand it. I have a dependent husband, three children and a sister living with me, and I can't even make enough to feed them," the woman offered. Perhaps, she thought, Father Divine would give her the secret of his financial success.
"Why don't you do what you are trying to get me to do? Put one of these little affairs on your table and let each of them donate a penny when they eat? If you think it will work for me, why won't it work for you?"
That ended the interview. She didn't sell any banks.
from Hoshor, John. God in a Rolls Royce. New York: Hillman-Curl, 1936. 25-26.
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Today's my birthday and the birthday of ally Marie Laveau. It's also the 44th anniversary of the date ally Father Divine put aside the body. I regard Father Divine as an extraordinary Hermetic exemplum and a true hypostasis of God Himself. He is a bodhisattva in the sense of one who has nothing to learn, but who chooses to teach, and as far as I'm concerned, he was the greatest Divine Agent to appear in form in the history of the United States. I am a mystic and Witch, so I don't understand him as Peace Mission followers do, though their ways are among the most inspiring and consistently ethical I've encountered. I believe that Father's teachings are among the clearest expositons of what might be called "Hermetic Supermentalism" that have been uttered. Perhaps only Sri Aurobindo, his divine contemporary, is as clear or workable. I regard him as energetically much clearer and cleaner than other exemplums I admire, like Aleister Crowley or Meher Baba. Here are two videos--the first is a fuller version of a newsreel I've posted before. The second is one I've only just seen for the first time. It's amazing to me how favorable they are, on the whole, considering the extreme racism the Peace Mission often encountered and Mr. Hearst's life-long vendetta against Father Divine (Hearst remains the source of most misinformation on Father Divine--if you want to know historical truths about him, stick to academics like Robert Weisbrot and Jill Watts). And here is a poem or declamation written by a Peace Mission follower on the dedication of the "Shrine to Life" that houses Father Divine's Wholly Form:
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Proclamation We hold these Truths to be absolute, though not self-evident, that all Men are created in the same image, and are endowed by their Creator with one and only one unalienable Right, the Right to Choose one’s responses and actions in any given situation and at any given moment. We believe that the universe operates based on certain timeless, absolute, and immutable spiritual Laws, among these are the Laws of Truth, Love, and Justice. We believe that though not self-evident, the lie will ultimately self-destruct and Truth shall prevail. We believe that Love will transmute all things into goodness, and that Justice is the order of the Universe in which we live. We believe that we are also endowed with certain privileges that are the byproducts and indirect outcomes of the way we live. Among these are the privileges of Life, Liberty and the Ensuing Happiness. We believe that Life is not a Right, but an outcome of the choices that we make. The privilege of being alive and being permeated with vitality is one that we need to consciously express in every choice that we make. That Liberty is not a Right bestowed upon us by our Creator, but a way of approaching our choices. We believe that we are endowed with the privilege of choosing freely, in spite of our external circumstances or outer pressures. And we believe that Happiness is what ensues as a result of the type of choices that we make, that when we choose to align ourselves with the Universal Laws and pursue the right and the good, then happiness will automatically be bestowed upon us. We believe that no government and no individual has the Right, nor the Ability to determine what we believe and what we think. That no entity can limit or suppress our Divine Right to Choose. We believe that although our privileges are temporal and may change by circumstances outside of our own control, our one and only Right and Power cannot be revoked. That at any given moment we have the Right to express who we are, think what we will, and choose what we wish. It is self-evident that our choices have consequences, and that we may revoke one privilege for attaining another. But which to forego and which to express is entirely our choice. We believe that at all times we have the right to believe what we will, including believing in this document, and at all times we have the right to choose to change our opinions, thoughts, and beliefs, without any prior notice or warning. Ó Shahriar Shahriari Vancouver Canada February 9, 1998 http://www.zarathushtra.com/z/article/american.htm - Callwords:allies, cosmology, ethics, history, india, interfaith, iran, liberty, pavo, praxis, theodicy, work
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"Much against the wishes of the elite..." (8/20/1939, International News Wire)  | | |
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Parshuram Mantra
CHATURDHA PARSHURAMAM CH RAJYAPUJYA SUSHANTIDHA ATSI PUSHPSANKASHO DURVA DALNIBH | | |
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"Maybe I am Avatar of God or the Devil. So, once and for all, see within and find out if you are confused or fused." -- Meher Baba Amusingly and in light of the Irani political events that are capturing the attention of many Baba folk, the one occurence of the word "twitter" in the 20+ volume biography of Meher Baba called "Lord Meher" occurs immediately after an unusual reference to the alphabet board Meher Baba (who observed silence after 1925) used to communicate:Before entering seclusion, Baba instructed Padri to cut a small piece of bamboo from the partition in the cage-room built originally for the mast Karim Baba, so that he could communicate on the alphabet board without being seen. His seclusion this time was to be much stricter than before. Baba entered seclusion in the cage-room on Meherabad Hill on Friday, August 1st, 1941, exactly a year to the day after his previous seclusion. At the time, no other mast except Chatti Baba was in Meherabad, and Baba continued working energetically with him, seeing no one else. It was absolutely still. Pendu, Padri, Kalemama, Masaji, Chhagan, Vishnu and Baidul, while on watch, were most cautious and saw to it Baba was not in the least disturbed. They prevented the dogs from barking and would not even permit a bird to twitter. The women mandali on Meherabad Hill would also tread lightly and not let the slightest sound escape their lips. The graveyard silence led one to believe that the Hill was now uninhabited. SOURCE
Before his enlightenment experience, in childhood, Meher Baba (Merwan Sheriar Irani) seems to have had a spiritualized connection to Iran:
"IN HIS YOUTH, Merwan was in the habit of gazing at the stars and moon – sometimes for hours late into the night. At times his friends would join him, but he would become so absorbed that he would seemingly lose himself – neither replying to their questions nor sharing in their conversation.
Late night and early morning were the best opportunities for Baily to be with Merwan since, as mentioned previously, Shireen did not like him. Baily would sit outside with Merwan and ask him what he saw in the sky. Merwan would sometimes reply, "I saw the court of Emperor Jamshed." Other times he answered, "I saw the peacock throne." Once he said, "I saw the formlessness of God in form!" After these comments he would laugh and Baily would be annoyed with his replies, thinking Merwan was not being entirely candid." SOURCE Meher Baba's June 1931 trip to Persia was also interesting, including unusual access to the shrine of Imam Reza (one of the most culturally significant sites in Iran--certainly unprecedented access for a Parsi!). ( Read more... ) | | |
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Dea Fortuna seems to like Aesop a lot (makes sense as she's partial to former slaves). Here are four interesting ones that seem to be working on me today: The Swallow, the Serpent, and the Court of Justice A SWALLOW, returning from abroad and especially fond of dwelling with men, built herself a nest in the wall of a Court of Justice and there hatched seven young birds. A Serpent gliding past the nest from its hole in the wall ate up the young unfledged nestlings. The Swallow, finding her nest empty, lamented greatly and exclaimed: "Woe to me a stranger! that in this place where all others' rights are protected, I alone should suffer wrong."

The Traveller and Fortuna A Traveller, exhausted with fatigue after a long journey, sank down at the very brink of a deep well and presently fell asleep. He was within an ace of falling in, when Dame Fortune appeared to him and touched him on the shoulder, cautioning him to move further away. "Wake up, good sir, I pray you," she said; "had you fallen into the well, the blame would have been thrown not on your own folly but on me, Fortune."
The Boy Hunting Locusts A BOY was hunting for locusts. He had caught a goodly number, when he saw a Scorpion, and mistaking him for a locust, reached out his hand to take him. The Scorpion, showing his sting, said: If you had but touched me, my friend, you would have lost me, and all your locusts too!"
The Old Man and Death AN OLD MAN was employed in cutting wood in the forest, and, in carrying the faggots to the city for sale one day, became very wearied with his long journey. He sat down by the wayside, and throwing down his load, besought "Death" to come. "Death" immediately appeared in answer to his summons and asked for what reason he had called him. The Old Man hurriedly replied, "That, lifting up the load, you may place it again upon my shoulders." | | |
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Published on Monday, May 4, 2009 by Daily Yonder Making a 'Sacred Zone' in Appalachia: It's not enough to stop mountaintop removal coal mining. The goal is to build a new Appalachia.
by Bob KincaidWhen people get caught up with that which is right and they are willing to sacrifice for it, there is no stopping point short of victory. --Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., 3 April 1968
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... and we who [seek to?] honor the ancestors should remember this part and learn the fuller story and keep the genius alive in many locales! '34 General Strike Laid Base for Counterculture These days, when San Franciscans of a certain age respond to the visitors' (or their grandchildren's) query, "What made San Francisco different?" they tend to think culture. Beat poets, flower power and Castro Street are instantly recognizable tropes reflecting the city's historically tolerant attitudes and liberal politics.
But these iconic San Francisco moments and movements are actually more the lucky heirs, rather than ancestors, of what is uniquely San Franciscan. Although one might argue that the city's identification with things progressive arrived with the Gold Rush, its modern incarnation took form 75 years ago in an event now fading from living memory: the great San Francisco General Strike.
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2009/04/28/EDUO170IKA.DTL
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 The picture to the right is Allen Ginsberg on May 1, 1965 in Prague, Czechoslovakia. He's in front of the Hotel Merkur, assuming the throne of the May King at a celebration organized by the people in defiance of the communist state, which had forbidden (!) May Day celebrations for the previous 20 years.
Here's the poem that day inspired... you can hear him reading it here.
Kral Majales (I am the King of May) Allen Ginsberg May 7, 1965
And the Communists have nothing to offer but fat cheeks and eyeglasses and lying policemen and the Capitalists proffer Napalm and money in green suitcases to the Naked, and the Communists create heavy industry but the heart is also heavy and the beautiful engineers are all dead, the secret technicians conspire for their own glamour in the Future, in the Future,but now drink vodka and lament the Security Forces, and the Capitalists drink gin and whiskey on airplanes but let the Indian brown millions starve and when Communist and Capitalist assholes tangle the Just man is arrested or robbed or had his head cut off, but noit like Kabir, and the cigarette cough of the Just man above the clouds in the bright sunshine is a salute to the health of the blue sky. For I was arrested thrice in Prague, once for singing drunk on Narodni street once knocked down on the midnight pavement by a mustached agent who screamed out BOUZERANT, once for losing my notebooks of unusual sex politics dream opinions, and I was sent from Havana by plane by detectives in green uniform, and I was sent from Prague by plane by detectives in Czechoslovakian business suits, Cardplayers out of Cezanne, the two strange dolls that entered Joseph K's room at more also entered mine, and ate at my table, and examined my scribbles, and followed me night and morn from the houses of lovers to the cafes of Centrum-- And I am the King of May, which is the power of sexual youth, and I am the King of May, which is industry in eloquence and action in amour, and I am the King of May, which is long hair of Adam and the Beard of my own body and I am the King of May, which is Kral Majales in the Czechoslovakian tongue, and I am the King of May, which is old Human poesy, and 100,000 people chose my name, and I am the King of May, and in a few minutes I will land at London Airport, and I am the King of May, naturally, for I am of Slavic parentage and a Buddhist Jew who worships the Sacred Heart of Christ the blue body of Krishna the straight back of ram the beads of Chango the Nigerian singing Shiva Shiva in a manner which I have invented, and the King of May is a middleeuropean honor,mine in the XX century despite space ships and the Time Machine, because I heard the voice of Blake in a vision, and repeat that voice. And I am the King of May that sleeps with teenagers laughing. And I am the King of May, that I may be expelled from my Kingdom with Honor, as of old, To show the difference between Caesar's Kingdom and the Kingdom of the May of Man- and I am the King of May, tho' paranoid, for the Kingdom of May is too beautiful to last for more than a month- and I am the King of May because I touched my finger to my forhead saluting a luminous heavy girl trembling hands who said "one moment Mr. Ginsberg" before a fat young Plainclothesman stepped between our bodies-I was going to England- and I am the King of May, returning to see Bunhill Fields and walk on Hampstead Heath, and I am the King of May, in a giant jetplane touching Albion's airfield trembling in fear as the plane roars to a landing on the grey concrete, shakes & expels air, and rolls slowly to a stop under the clouds with part of blue heaven still visible. And tho' I am the King of May, the Marxists have beat me upon the street, kept me up all night in Police Station, followed me thru Springtime Prague, detained me in secret and deported me from our kingdom by airplane. Thus I have written this poem on a jet seat in mid Heaven.
On Manifold Oneness, I've posted Ginsberg's "Independence Day Manifesto," a 1959 rallying cry for a culture of spirit. It ends with:
"When will we discover an America that will not deny its own God? Who takes up arms, money, police, and a million hands to murder the consciousness of God? Who spits in the beautiful face of poetry which sings of the glory of God and weeps in the dust of the world?"
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Not sure how to praise this; it is a lovely remembrance of a contemporary Prophet by a spiritually gifted artist, escaping through devotion the embarrassment that hounds most posthumous "collaborations" on the market. And/or, it is a beautiful expression of the spiritual relationship named "Ally."
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As far as I am concerned, the greatest nonfiction prose writer in the history of the English language was Myrtle Lundquist, who in the year of my birth published The Book of a Thousand Thimbles. Here is the cover and the back, which you can click to enlarge and read "About the Author". I'm also including the first two chapters; they are remarkably clear, but not pedestrian--they seem to capture a very important but bizarre quality about the culture and reflect a deep and strangely perceptive love of thimbles. Hers is a perfectly modernist style, but there is some spectre of postmodernism haunting the whole text. I'm serious. I have a PhD in literature, too, for what it's worth. I love Myrtle Lundquist and have for years, since a chance discovery of this small book. (I think Richard Brautigan must have been affected by The Compleat Angler in a similar way!) Get your own copy before they disappear. ( Chapter One: On Collecting )_______________________________________ ( Chapter Two: Thimbles Defined )  | | |
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Ah, welcome signs of real change and that more and more folks are recognizing that the modernist world is long gone. Bout time this started, and it's one thing Obama will help with. Here's an interesting piece via Religion Dispatches, mostly about postmodern liberalism/postmodern theology/postmodern Obama: Postmodern Progressives, or Liberalism ain't what it used to be- Callwords:allies, cosmology, culture change, epistemology, history, interfaith, links, obama, politics, postmodern, praxis, urls, xians
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The colors of the Dark One have penetrated Mira's body; other colors washed out. Making love and eating little--those are my pearls and carnelians. Chanting beads and the forehead streak--those are my bracelets. That's enough feminine wiles for me. My teacher taught me this. Approve me or disapprove me; I praise the Mountain Energy night and day. I take the path that ecstatic human beings have taken for centuries. I don't steal money or hit anyone; what will you charge me with? I have felt the swaying of the elephant's shoulders... and now you want me to climb on a jackass? Try to be serious!
Translator not given; qt. in The Secret Teachings of Plants: On the Direct Perception of Nature (by Stephen Harrod Buhner)
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"I personally is a servant of His Imperial Majesty doing no hard work. Just doing what Jah say I have to do. And true, him give I the power to play music and him give I the inspiration to say these things to the people who Him work through. Because I know say, Jah have I and I living in every life."
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Reading Emerson past midnight, I realize that at some point I wrote recently about his trinity as "Namer, Sayer, Doer," but this is the actual passage: For the Universe has three children, born at one time, which reappear, under different names, in every system of thought, whether they be called cause, operation, and effect; or, more poetically, Jove, Pluto, Neptune; or, theologically, the Father, the Spirit. and the Son; but which we will call here, the Knower, the Doer, and the Sayer. These stand respectively for the love of truth, for the love of good, and for the love of beauty. These three are equal. Each is that which he is essentially, so that he cannot be surmounted or analyzed, and each of these three has the power of the others latent in him, and his own patent. | | |
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The Kenny Gamble adaptation of a Father Divine song I mentioned a few weeks ago has won t he National Museum of Patriotism's "Patriotism Award" (in Philadelphia, which explains the museum's focus--I don't think they're John Birchers or anything :-). I hope that Father Divine's lyrical contribution is remembered in its original contexts. I mean the lines like "I live in every community" and "I'm every race, creed and color; I'm every nationality" and "I'm a red, white, and blue American" (as opposed to black/white). Father Divine's "patriotism" was about making the Bill of Rights a reality, about infusing equality with spiritual meaning, and about demonstrating what a dedicated, determined group could accomplish in spite of racism and religious discrimination when inspired by belief in the Presence of God. Quote: More than 30 years since “Wake Up Everybody” became a No. 1 hit, Gamble found similar relevance in his decision to produce “I Am an American,” a song adopted by U.S. spiritual leader the late Father Divine and his International Peace Mission movement, with LaBelle’s vocals backed by the Temple University Symphony & Choirs. Gamble believes the unifying theme of “I Am An American,” that patriotism is not bound by color or political affiliation, is not unlike the messages of unity, love and brotherhood his Sound of Philadelphia has been bringing to “people all over the world” for nearly 40 years. Full of huge orchestral crescendos, excerpts from important speeches in American history and original words, along with Ms. LaBelle’s powerful and soulful voice, “I Am An American” has all the making of becoming one of the great patriotic tunes of our time.
And he wasn't about theocracy. Here's something I wrote last November about FD and politics. (That post has some good pictures of demonstrations, and I delight in the peculiar American mysticism of the image that includes the phrase "Recognize the Declaration of Independence within You").
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From New York Times, Sep 23, 1939 Note how novel the tactic of sit-in is to this reporter! "Sit down" is in quotation marks in the header, then contextually defined. Note too that Father Divine was able to host an extraordinarily large interracial banquet at the same time, staffed by cooperativists whose lifestyle far surpassed that of the typical tenement dwellers. By this time, the Peace Mission was also managing its own restaurants, farms and supply chain, providing hearty and inexpensive meals and more than enough income for the cooperative to thrive. Take that, racist restauranteurs! Maybe 100 years after, it'll all sink in. - Callwords:allies, america, ancestors, economics, father divine, history, news, politics, praxis, resistance, spell, theurgy
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According to this page, the well-known American woman called Peace Pilgrim "joined Father Divine" sometime in the years before commencing her pilgrimage. That's the first time I've seen anything linking them together, but that's very interesting... anyone know anything more or more definite? (The same page says she was the first woman to walk the Appalachian Trail alone). There are a few more pages with both their names, but it doesn't appear that any other source clarifies or elaborates any relationship that may have existed between them. Here's a page in German that appears to clarify... Here's the digital translation: " Mildred stayed in the common apartment in Philadelphia and separated more and more possession of unnecessary and meaningless activities. A friend reported that her clothes on two stock clothing and equipment was reduced by $ 10 a week to live. At the same time, Philadelphia was an intense period of study for Mildred, she studied philosophy for many systems, including yoga philosophy, and learned from a colored preacher (known as "Father Divine"), a forerunner of Martin Luther King. Slowly they all formed their own philosophy. "
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Coal River Mountain Can't WaitCivil disobedience campaign launched at Massey Energy mountaintop-removal site http://gristmill.grist.org/story/2009/2/3/9038/46414 | | |
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Today would have been the 74th birthday of Richard Brautigan, and I wish he'd been able to stay with us. He's one of my most favorite writers (and his quirkiness gives him a strange spiritual power.) Some selections: "Have You Ever Had a Witch Bloom like a Highway" Have you ever had a witch bloom like a highway on your mouth? and turn your breathing to her fancy? like a little car with blue headlights passing forever in a dream? | "ROMMEL DRIVES ON DEEP INTO EGYPT" —San Francisco Chronicle headline June 26, 1942
Rommel is dead. His army has joined the quicksand legions of history where the battle is always a metal echo saluting a rusty shadow. His tanks are gone. How's your ass?
| "The Memoirs of Jesse James" I remember all those thousands of hours that I spent in grade school watching the clock, waiting for recess or lunch or to go home. Waiting: for anything but school. My teachers could easily have ridden with Jesse James for all the time they stole from me. | "Have You Ever Felt like a Wounded Cow" Have you ever felt like a wounded cow halfway between an oven and a pasture? walking in a trance toward a pregnant seventeen-year-old housewife's two-day-old cookbook? |
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 Vesta has been everywhere I look, and not just because of the season. I started noticing a few weeks ago, when a long-term Baba follower with the given name "Vesta" died and I had an unexpected response. I'm making the Goddess Vesta some digital iconography in spare moments. I don't have much technical skill with Photoshop and used some low-resolution clouds, so this one is rough, but is nevertheless my favorite and is my current desktop at work. | | |
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I find that a lot of folks who know about King and Gandhi and Thoreau don't know about Étienne de la Boétie. While I never enjoyed teaching composition, I did enjoy teaching literature and cultural history and was pleased to know that in teaching Thoreau or King's Letter from Birmingham Jail or Starhawk's Fifth Sacred Thing, I was able to expose a bunch of people to his 1550s "Discourse on Voluntary Servitude".King cited Gandhi, Ghandi cited Thoreau, and Thoreau cited Boétie. If you've never read him but you appreciate those later voices and developers of the theme of noncooperation, pay this ancestor a call! | | |
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Preamble Considering, That the emancipation of the productive class is that of all human beings without distinction of sex or race; That the producers can be free only when they are in possession of the means of production ; That there are only two forms under which the means of production can belong to them - The individual form which has never existed in a general state and which is increasingly eliminated by industrial progress;
- The collective form the material and intellectual elements of which are constituted by the very development of capitalist society;
Considering, That this collective appropriation can arise only from the revolutionary action of the productive class – or proletariat - organized in a distinct political party; That a such an organization must be pursued by all the means the proletariat has at its disposal including universal suffrage which will thus be transformed from the instrument of deception that it has been until now into an instrument of emancipation; The French socialist workers, in adopting as the aim of their efforts the political and economic expropriation of the capitalist class and the return to community of all the means of production, have decided, as a means of organization and struggle, to enter the elections with the following immediate demands: A. Political Section - Abolition of all laws over the press, meetings and associations and above all the law against the International Working Men's Association. Removal of the livret, that administrative control over the working class, and of all the articles of the Code establishing the inferiority of the worker in relation to the boss, and of woman in relation to man;
- Removal of the budget of the religious orders and the return to the nation of the 'goods said to be mortmain, movable and immovable' (decree by the Commune of 2 April 1871), including all the industrial and commercial annexes of these corporations;
- Suppression of the public debt;
- Abolition of standing armies and the general arming of the people;
- The Commune to be master of its administration and its police.
B. Economic Section - One rest day each week or legal ban on employers imposing work more than six days out of seven. - Legal reduction of the working day to eight hours for adults. - A ban on children under fourteen years working in private workshops; and, between fourteen and sixteen years, reduction of the working day from eight to six hours;
- Protective supervision of apprentices by the workers' organizations;
- Legal minimum wage, determined each year according to the local price of food, by a workers' statistical commission;
- Legal prohibition of bosses employing foreign workers at a wage less than that of French workers;
- Equal pay for equal work, for workers of both sexes;
- Scientific and professional instruction of all children, with their maintenance the responsibility of society, represented by the state and the Commune;
- Responsibility of society for the old and the disabled;
- Prohibition of all interference by employers in the administration of workers' friendly societies, provident societies, etc., which are returned to the exclusive control of the workers;
- Responsibility of the bosses in the matter of accidents, guaranteed by a security paid by the employer into the workers' funds, and in proportion to the number of workers employed and the danger that the industry presents;
- Intervention by the workers in the special regulations of the various workshops; an end to the right usurped by the bosses to impose any penalty on their workers in the form of fines or withholding of wages (decree by the Commune of 27 April 1871);
- Annulment of all the contracts that have alienated public property (banks, railways, mines, etc.), and the exploitation of all state-owned workshops to be entrusted to the workers who work there;
- Abolition of all indirect taxes and transformation of all direct taxes into a progressive tax on incomes over 3,000 francs. Suppression of all inheritance on a collateral line and of all direct inheritance over 20,000 francs.
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Below is the text of a letter from former South African President Nelson Mandela -- the leader of the movement against apartheid -- which was handed to Barack Obama shortly before the ceremony. --- Dear Mister President
We are greatly honoured to join the millions around the globe congratulating you on taking office as the President of the United States of America. We believe that we are witnessing something truly historic not only in the political annals of your great nation, the United States of America, but of the world.
Your election to this high office has inspired people as few other events in recent times have done. Amidst all of the human progress made over the last century the world in which we live remains one of great divisions, conflict, inequality, poverty and injustice. Amongst many around the world a sense of hopelessness had set in as so many problems remain unresolved and seemingly incapable of being resolved. You, Mister President, have brought a new voice of hope that these problems can be addressed and that we can in fact change the world and make of it a better place.
We are in some ways reminded today of the excitement and enthusiasm in our own country at the time of our transition to democracy. People, not only in our country but around the world, were inspired to believe that through common human effort injustice can be overcome and that together a better life for all can be achieved.
Your Presidency brings hope of new beginnings in the relations between nations, that the challenges we all face, be they economic, the environment, or in combating poverty or the search for peace, will be addressed with a new spirit of openness and accommodation. There is a special excitement on our continent today, Mister President, in the knowledge that you have such strong personal ties with Africa. We share in that excitement and pride.
We are aware that the expectations of what your Presidency will achieve are high and that the demands on you will be great. We therefore once more wish you and your family strength and fortitude in the challenging days and years that lie ahead.
You will always be in our affection as a young man who dared to dream and to pursue that dream. We wish you well.
Sincerely, N R Mandela (signed)
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Elder words from one who knew and loved him:
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I've been straining myself with politics and war. I always find that when feeling glum, Brother Theodore cheers me up: | | |
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One of the most fun things about studying up on the Father Divine movement is the names. Folks chose their own names, waiting on a moment of illumination that seemed to them to come from their beloved. I find this practice interesting--most guru cults involve name changes and usually those have no input from the renamed disciple; for FD people, though, names are self-chosen folk practice and are often colorful. (There was a bit of cultural pressure to get one, though... folks with spiritual names were often perceived as more committed). The FD movement also made significant legal advances, especially in New York, in getting the right to legally change one's name... so Pagans (and others) ought to be able to appreciate that contribution. I'll "remember" this entry and add to it as I find more names. Here's my list so far: ( see the fun roll call here... ) | | |
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...Is a pair of Lares for a new shrine set-up to Isis-Fortuna and Sky Father. I've wanted these for a while... Sacred Source used to carry them and then stopped listing them... now they're back again. For some reason I never made my own. This will also diversify ancestral representation... if you looked at my ancestor shrine, you'd think there was nothing between Britain and Africa. And I like that they're androgynous twins. And I love this lararium from Pompei. Would be nice to approximate that someday. (They also echo the forms of Gaura-Nitai and probably satisfy some deep Krishna imprint) | | |
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- Callwords:allies, america, ancestors, art, crafts, culture change, folkart, music, poetry, politics, resistance
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The inestimable Odetta has flown the form.
- Callwords:allies, america, ancestors, art, crafts, culture change, folkart, music, poetry, politics, resistance
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Here are two chants, one from Father Divine and one from me.
The Father Divine one was published in the 1930s; it's a healing chant and I've been playing with it. (It was published in preface to a discourse on healing). I'm guessing that it goes like "hi-ho-the-dairy-o," though I haven't heard it and would like to hear any rendering. I like the openness of this one--even though it's from the words of Jesus, it could work well at an interfaith banquet:
Your faith has made you whole Your faith has made you whole Verily, Verily I say unto you Your faith has made you whole!
And then, experimenting with syncretizing things of power from my past and present and wanting to express thanks for the winter green folk, who are so steadfast and generous and cheerful, I made this one:
They abide, they abide O the Evergreens abide with me I'm rejoicing night and day as I walk the Winter Way for the Evergreens abide with me!
They really are allies, and they are important for groundedness and health. The cemetery by our house is a sacred campground for the ancestors, and there's an unusual variety of evergreens and ivy, put there over generations. I'm only this year becoming conscious of what a joy those "neighbors" are during the winter. And I see Osiris winking in them, like a blanketed Elder meditating in the cold, but staying warm and keeping the worlds together.
I think that chant would be appropriate for Appalachian household use while we're putting up a Yule tree and log! ;-)
Now I wanna smell pine resin, and shall offer some. My olfactory clock must be moving into winter woodsy territory.
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A first essay on Father Divine and PoliticsIn the mid-1930s, this flyer circulated in Los Angeles: We want you to know that all various followers of Negro worshippers, including white women who give their physical bodies over to niggers, put themselves lower than the lowest criminals and traitors. Intelligent people of this day and age need not resort to Negro religious degradation and become religiously enslaved to any black sweet-smelling Negro, who perfectly symbolizes ignorance, darkness, corruption and the curse of God. (Jill Watts, God, Harlem, USA 129) In the mid-1930s, Father’s followers and fans grew to perhaps 30,000, though at the time it was commonly believed that he influenced 2 million people, and many fearful whites assumed that he had more power in black communities than he ever actually had. This resulted in an increase in investigations and litigation, mostly by state and local governments and almost always frivolous. Watts writes: “Police arrested angels and remanded them to Bellevue Hospital, where psychiatrists treated the followers for “depressive psychosis.” Authorities indicted Father Divine in an effort to curtail his activities and determine the extent of his personal wealth. The court charged him and Faithful Mary with the unlawful operation of a boardinghouse for children because neither had obtained the required permits. [During the Depression, mind you] At the trial, Arthur Madison proved that none of the deeds to Peace Mission property bore Father Divine’s name and contended that he was not responsible for activities carried out in followers’ missions. Madison also argued that  Faithful Mary’s mission housed both mothers and their children, and therefore was exempt from city approval. The court ultimately acquitted the two defendants.” (130) In those contexts, imagine the strange psychological power of the phenomena he created: ( Read more... ) Here is a link to a complete PDF of the Sept. 8, 1936 edition of THE SPOKEN WORD, which includes the complete text of the 1936 Righteous Government Platform (pages 7-15). | | |
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