The scariest card in the Tarot deck.

No, it's not Death, as I explained in this post several years back. To recap: the Death card is about change and transformation. Something needs to die before something better can begin. The image on the Death card in the Robin Wood Tarot deck (which is currently my favorite deck) is the Grim Reaper standing in a forest, blocking your path forward, his arm outstretched toward a side path: "The path you were on is closed to you. Now you must go that way." Change, like I said. 

I ran across another rendering of the Death card that's a tree stump with a flower sprouting from it. It kind of freaked out my therapist in DC when I showed it to her, but it's the same message of transformation: The tree died, and now something beautiful is coming up in its place. 

So, no, Death is not the scariest Tarot card. This is the scariest one: The Tower. 

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This is the version in the Robin Wood deck. It's very much like the one in the Waite-Smith deck, which is the one that's most familiar to folks (it used to be known as the Rider-Waite deck). A tower built on a rocky promontory is crumbling in the onslaught of a terrible storm. Lightning has struck the top and lit a fire; massive waves attack from below. The people in the tower are trying to save themselves by jumping from the tower -- to the rocks and the pounding waves.

In short, things ain't looking good for them.

The folks in that tower probably felt they were invincible, but they weren't. 

Ten or fifteen years ago, folks in Pagan circles began talking about messages they'd received from their deities that societal collapse was imminent. That upcoming collapse came to be known as Tower Time. The messages were warnings; the idea was to prepare for it. But I don't know that anyone really understood what we were supposed to be preparing for.

Y'all, this is it. Anybody who has been paying attention since Trump's second inauguration knows it. If you were in denial before, his belittling performance against Ukraine's president this week made it blatantly obvious.

This is why I've been thinking of talking to Perun, the Slavic god of lightning and thunder. My Czech ancestors appealed to Him to save their nation from Hitler. Hitler was eventually defeated, but a lot of pain and suffering happened before the world got there.

Anyway, I ordered a statue of Perun from a shop in Prague a couple of weeks ago, and it arrived this week. Yesterday, I welcomed Him formally and asked for his help.

Some of what I heard was relevant only to me. But I think this part is an important message to share: The Tower cannot yet be rebuilt because the foundation is still rotten.

In Tarot, the thing about the Tower is that it was always going to fall. As impressive as it looks, it was built on a bad foundation; the whole thing must fail in order to be cleared away and rebuilt on a firmer, better foundation.

What Perun is saying is that in our world, the destruction phase is not yet complete. Unfortunately, there will be more pain and suffering before we can get to the bottom of the rot and dig it out. Only then do we stand a chance of building a replacement structure that will last.

Perun did say He would try to help, so there's that. But I think how we weather the storm -- and the foundation we build on when the destruction is complete -- will be largely up to us. 

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An interesting side note, although maybe only interesting to me: You may recall that this all started a few weeks ago, when I was watching the final video for my class on Cernunnos, the Celtic horned god of the animals. There was a live ritual via Zoom scheduled on the 16th to wrap up the class, and in preparation for it, I ordered a statue of Cernunnos on Etsy from someone in Ukraine. I placed the order on February 2nd, and the statue was shipped on February 4th. It's still not here. The package made it across the ocean and through Customs okay, so that's not it; the last I heard, on February 21st, it was somewhere in Texas.

I ordered the Perun statue on February 11th, and it arrived last week. Now I don't want to get all woo-woo about this. There are many mundane reasons why Cernunnos got lost, or at least delayed, and Perun made it through. I'm just saying.

I'll let you know if Cernunnos ever shows up.

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Back to more mundane topics next week.

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Perun and the limits of Google Translate.

I've mentioned that I'm taking a couple of classes during this year's legislative session, just to keep things, y'know, interesting. One of them is on Cernunnos, the Celtic god of the forest, animals and the hunt (among other things); His most famous image is found on the Gundestrup Cauldron, which was unearthed from a peat bog in Denmark in 1891. Despite the cauldron having been found in the Balkans, experts say it's of Celtic origin. Here's Cernunnos on the cauldron: 

Stolen from https://balkancelts.wordpress.com/2016/09/06/the-gundestrup-ghosts-hidden-images-in-the-gundestrup-cauldron/

I grew up in the woods, but I have never had a strong affinity with Cernunnos. Still, the class has been worth taking; it's always good to learn new things. And it may have led me to something else.

While watching the final class video, for some reason I began thinking about Perun, the Slavic god of thunder. Perun has some attributes in common with Thor -- they're both red haired and they both wield a hammer and lightning bolts -- but Perun has a bigger role in the Slavic pantheon than Thor does in the Norse, as Perun has been billed as the supreme god of the Slavs. Now, feel free to take that with a grain of salt. As usual, the chroniclers were Christian, and so they were predisposed to view polytheist pantheons through the lens of "there's gotta be One Big God because that's how it works for us". So maybe Perun is the main dude, but maybe he's coequal with Veles, the Slavic god of the underworld and the animals and is sometimes depicted in the guise of a dragon. He and Perun have an epic fight in the skies at the end of winter every year, complete with thunder and lightning, and Veles is always defeated, and then it's spring.

Anyway, Perun played a part in Dragon's Web, the first book in the Pipe Woman's Legacy series, so I included Him in A Billion Gods and Goddesses, the companion book to the Pipe Woman universe's mythology. And in that book, I mentioned that I'd found among my mother's things a little songbook that had been produced, I'm assuming in the 1930s or '40s, by a Czech printer in Cicero, Illinois, and in that songbook was a song that I believed called on Perun to fight against Hitler and free Czechoslovakia. When that memory came up, I was sitting at my desk; I opened my desk drawer, and there it was.

Here's a photo of the song I was thinking of. The verse numbered 2, toward the bottom of the page, is the one that mentions Hitler and Perun: 

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My Czech is extremely rusty and was never great to start with. So I figured I'd plug the verse into Google Translate, right? So I did, and...hmm. 

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Wait a minute. Perun would be thrown into hell? They're equating the top Slavic god with Hitler? I mean, the Czechs had been Christianized for a long time by then (nowadays the country is largely atheist), but man, I dunno.

I sure hope someone who knows more Czech than me reads this. I was sure that Czech-Americans were asking for Perun's help in defeating Hitler -- and given that success, and what we're up against in Washington right now, I was all set to petition Perun for some help for our side.

I asked Mama Google about any connections between Perun and the Czechs in World War II, and I did find a publication that mentions a branch of the Czech intelligence, "responsible for sabotage and subversive operations", that was codenamed Perun. It's kind of sad that the Czechs made their mightiest god go undercover to beat Hitler. But at least He did fight against Hitler -- or anyway, some Czech operatives fought against the Germans in His name.

And it beats the fate of Lugh, the Irish god of light -- the guy who could do anything -- who in later years was turned into a leprechaun.

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"Wicked" defies gravity.

 

Stolen from https://www.brit.co/wicked-movie/

I realize I'm about a million years late to the party -- the movie version of Wicked has been out in theaters since Thanksgiving weekend -- but my bottom line still holds: If you haven't seen it already, you should.

It's still playing in theaters, but I chose to pony up $20 to see it on my TV at home. It was definitely worth the cost. 

The story, in one form or another, has been with me for most of my life. When I was a kid, I watched the original movie, The Wizard of Oz, every year when it ran on TV. I also read L. Frank Baum's novel that started everything off (plus a couple of the sequels). Pretty sure I saw The Wiz at some point, too.

Then Gregory Maguire's version of the Wicked Witch's story was published in 1995, and turned the whole thing on its head. One of my daughters read the novel first, then loaned it to me. After decades of rooting for Dorothy, reading the ending of that book seriously messed with my head.

We saw a touring production of Wicked the musical at the Kennedy Center in 2011. So of course I wanted to watch the screen version to see if it matched up. It did not disappoint. Cynthia Erivo is terrific as Elphaba, and Ariana Grande is perfect as Galinda/Glinda. Michelle Yeoh seems to be everywhere these days (Star Trek: Section 31 starts in just a couple of weeks), and she is as wonderful as always as Madame Morrible, both before and after her true nature is revealed. Jeff Goldblum is sorta typecast as the Wizard. Jonathan Bailey does a great job as Fiyero, the bad boy who turns the heads of both Glinda and Elphaba. (I couldn't remember where I'd seen him before; it turns out he plays Anthony on Bridgerton.) 

It will come as no surprise to anyone that the movie has whizbang special effects -- much more so, of course, than the stage version, where Elphaba just flying, live on stage, was impressive. 

Speaking of the casting, there have been some complaints among certain factions, particularly in regard to Erivo as Elphaba -- because Erivo is Black, and there has been no effort to make her appear less so. I think it's important to note that "woke" casting goes way back for this show; the original scriptwriters were Jewish, and Idina Menzel, who is also Jewish, originated the role of Elphaba on Broadway. Elphaba's whole thing is not just her magical ability, but that she's green. She's clearly used to getting a lot of flak for her skin color, and it seems like it would be a no-brainer to cast someone in the role who has lived experience as an "other" throughout her life. Plus Erivo does a great job in the role. So, y'know, whatever.

Grande has also been the target of criticism for being cast as Glinda, but she's not just a pop singer -- she got her start on Broadway.

I'm a bit bummed that the movie only covers the first part of Elphaba's story, although it shouldn't have been unexpected; it seems like Hollywood has lost the ability to wrap up a story in under two hours.  But I get that "Defying Gravity" was written to send the theater audience to intermission on a high, and it would be asking a lot of a movie audience to just pivot to the next scene without some time to catch a breath.

I'll be interested to see how they handle the second half of the story. The material is a lot darker than in the first half; the ending should be absolutely wrenching. I can't help but think of a comment I overheard from someone leaving the movie version of Into the Woods: "They should have stopped it at intermission," or words to that effect. Guaranteed there will be viewers of Wicked: For Good who will feel the same way. Here's hoping they take time to read the book between now and November, so they have some sense of whether to see it at all.

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I may be taking some time off from blogging here shortly. I'm heading into the busy season at work -- the state legislature starts a 60-day session January 21, and we're gearing up for it now. On top of that, I've signed myself up for two online classes. One is a five-session class on the Celtic god Cernunnos offered by John Beckett and Jason Mankey, which starts the week after next. The other one is a seven-week course in beginning Irish that starts next Sunday. Yeah, I'm gonna try learning that blasted language again. I won a contest for a free course from Let's Learn Irish, and I could hardly turn it down. 

Anyway, the point being that it's gonna be a busy winter here at La Casa Cantwell. Something may have to give. If blogging ends up being that something, I'll try to let you know in advance.

I may go mad by mid February. But I might come out the other side with some ideas for another book. Weirder things have happened.

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