Thoughts on Ordination

On September 3, 2017, I underwent the Ritual of Ordination within the Wiccan church where I have practiced and studied since 1999 – The Rowan Tree Church. The Rowan Tree Church and the Tradition of Lothloriën was founded by Rev. Paul Beyerl in the mid 1970s in Minnesota.

Rev Charly-111.jpgSome of my earliest connections to paganism were inspired by The Mists of Avalon, a book written by Marion Zimmer Bradley in the early 1980s. This book and the sequels that followed are a portrayal of Arthurian legends from the perspective of the women in the stories. In my late teens, as I began to discover earth-based spiritual practices, I was enchanted by the book’s depictions of priestesses who lived on the idyllic hidden isle of Avalon, teaching, studying, and dedicating their lives to the studies of herbal medicine and magic, ritual, healing, rites of passage, and divination. I wondered how one might make their life’s work something similar in the modern world. I imagined tattooing a tiny blue crescent on my forehead along my hairline, the mark of a priestess in the Avalon tales. For those familiar with astrological studies, I am a classic Neptune in the First House personality – a daydreamer, capable of fully immersing myself in imaginal realms. I dreamed of living outside of time in a place untouched by current events and struggles. But even the veil of Avalon can be pierced and idyllic realms are not always what they seem to be.Rev Charly-11.jpg

While these fantasies dissipated with the passing of time, my vision of living a spiritual lifestyle that drew me closer to the natural cycles of the earth and the heavens and lifelong study of the arts magical has come to fruition. I am a High Priestess living and coexisting within our modern world, serving the divine and the pagan communities around me. I have bound and sworn myself to this work for the rest of this lifetime, and perhaps beyond. My dedication to this path has never wavered in the 23 years since I found myself upon it. In my early 20’s, I began the process of having an elaborate full-back tattoo composed of pagan imagery etched upon my skin. I recall a pagan friend at the time observing “Wow, you are really committed to being a pagan, aren’t you?” and realized it had never occurred to me that I would not always be a witch.

Rev Charly-139.jpgJust over a year has passed since my Ritual of Ordination last Autumn. Nearly that same amount of time has elapsed since Rev. Paul and Rev. gerry left Washington State to make their new home in the Mother Valley in Minnesota. There has been so much change here, yet much has remained the same. Our family of local members has held steady and the full moons and Sabbats are observed according to the Tradition of Lothloriën. The Wheel of the Year turns. The moon waxes and wanes. The sun rises and sets.

According to Merriam-Webster, the word “ordain” means “to invest officially (as by the laying on of hands) with ministerial or priestly authority.” In the journey of Pathworking that leads to ordination within Lothloriën, there are many levels of commitment a student must make before reaching ordination. The Seeker’s dedication, persistence, morals and ethics, skills as a healer, writer, and ritual practitioner are tested.

In addition to formal studies including reading, writing, and research, there are several rites a student undergoes prior to ordination. Early on a student’s path, the Ritual of Dedication is performed wherein the Novice Supplicant affirms their commitment to the Path, states their intentions before the God, Goddess, and Universe, and receives their Mentor’s blessings in sacred space. A sacred candle is lit and it is a joyous occasion. I have counseled my students that Dedication can be thought of as “initiation lite” because it is the dipping of one’s toes into the sacred waters of Priest(ess)hood.

After many months (and potentially years, as it is the case with most in the Mystery School) of continued study, the Novice may petition the College of Mentors to become a First Degree Initiate within our Tradition. If the student has completed the appropriate reading, writing, and demonstration of ritual skills and their life is sufficiently in balance, the Ritual of First Degree Initiation is conducted. This is a much more serious, formal, and complex rite than the Ritual of Dedication requiring memorization of several passages of text and a wide variety of other preparations that challenge the student physically, emotionally, and spiritually. After one becomes a First Degree Initiate, the work, practice and study continue and the student does not emerge from the veil of secrecy just yet. Once the student is well over halfway finished with their work in preparation for Second Degree Initiation and Ordination, the student must undergo the Ritual of the Sacred Yoke, a formal yoking of the body, mind, and spirit to Lothloriën. This is the public “coming out” ritual, where the student sheds the veil of secrecy under which they have remained for many years in preparation for Ordination. Within about a year of the yoking ritual, the Priest(ess) will undergo the Ritual of Ordination, another highly formal, complex, public rite at which they are officially infused with the responsibility, connection, and servitude of Priest(ess)hood. The student is now referred to as a Reverend within Lothloriën, and can perform any of the rites of passage of our Tradition including handfasting, baby blessing, and rites for the dead. I first entered the Mystery School in October of 1999, and nearly 18 years later I was ordained. It is appropriate that it took nearly half my life to reach this point in my spiritual work. And yet, my studies are not yet complete; I will continue my work with the goal of someday becoming an Elder of Lothloriën.

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When people have asked me if I feel different now that I am Rev. Charly, I often give a quintessential Aquarian answer – yes and no. Like most of the rites of passage I have undergone in my life, the ordination ceremony held in September 2017 felt like a culmination of work, happening at the right place and time in my life. The ritual itself was deeply moving, intense, complex, and seemed to pass by in the blink of an eye. The months I spent preparing, memorizing, planning, organizing, and inviting friends and community meant that everything came together smoothly and just as I had imagined. The loving support and assistance of so many friends made the actual day come off without a hitch.

03a7836f5a903f0cb4e3e177b3d0a0c0Donning the mantle of Reverend does feel like a somewhat profound change, and I am still adjusting to the title and the public perception that comes with it. Female Reverends are not very common in our society, and I feel as if I am forging new territory as I define and discover for myself what it means. In the time since my ordination, I have had a few different individuals assume that I obtained my credentials on the internet with no real work, effort, study, or dedication to a spiritual path. I strongly suspect a male in similar circumstances would not have his credentials questioned or doubted nearly as often as I have experienced. I am learning how to firmly yet respectfully correct people who make these comments, using it as an opportunity to educate and bring some understanding.

Conversely, I have also noticed that people approach me with an assumption of expertise on spiritual matters and I have been asked to give lectures and presentations in a variety of secular and pagan contexts on a variety of topics including tarot and divination, magical practices, and astrology. And so the Universe maintains balance.

Dear Muggles,

mug·gle
ˈ/məɡəl/

noun

INFORMAL
  1. a person who is not conversant with a particular activity or skill.
  2. a person who lacks any sort of magical ability and was not born in a magical family.

An unfortunate incident tonight has inspired me to write this open letter to those of you who have perhaps never heard words like athame or widdershins and would have no idea what I mean when I say I’m “drawing down the moon,” “celebrating Mabon,” or “visiting my astral temple.” I have a lot of friends who I would say fall into the category of a muggle. When I say muggle, I mean people who don’t study or practice any form of occult studies, witchcraft, natural magic, etc. In other words, the majority of the people on this planet. I do not intend my use of it to sound derogatory in any way.

Tonight, at the conclusion of our Mabon (Autumn Eve) ritual, I packed up my ritual items and was within a few minutes of departing the space we had rented at the Unitarian Church for our rites. The ritual was lovely – several regulars and two guests who seemed to enjoy themselves. We celebrated the celestial balance that occurs on the equinox together. Another group was coming into the space after us, and they were quite anxious to set up their airpots of coffee and platters of lemon bars. A woman approached the center table, which had served as our main altar tonight, and decided the items there must be moved immediately. I was standing no further than 2′ from her, packing away the last of my items. She grabbed my ritual sword by the hilt with the intention of moving it, I think? I audibly gasped, quite loudly in fact and asked her to put it down immediately. I was absolutely mortified. No pagan or witch in their right mind would pick up someone’s ritual blade without express permission. Nor would most muggles with an above average level of common sense. She didn’t apologize.

slender-leaf-IIMy ritual sword, the Slender Leaf Blade, was handcrafted by the late Jody Samson. I purchased it in approximately 2010 and it will be my ritual sword for the rest of my time upon this Earth. It is perfect in every way imaginable. When I received it, I performed a ritual on a celestially auspicious occasion, in order to cleanse and purify it and bind its energy to mine. I dressed it with ritual oils (the hilt only – not the blade) and it has been used on some of the most important occasions in my life. It travelled with me to Yellowstone twice – once for my yoking ritual, and again this summer. I used it in my ordination ritual last Autumn. It told me its name, which I will never utter aloud to another human. It has been handled by very, very few humans since its creation.

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Ritually and magically, my sword represents the Air element, truth (it can be double-edged), and a conduit for intention and power. It is a symbol of strength, yang energy, and the willingness to defend and protect that which I hold sacred. Throughout the tarot, swords represent action, change, force, and freedom. On the rare occasion that I take it up in my hands, I am humbled by its shining surfaces, its weight, and its beauty. I feel honored to know its spirit and to share a connection with it. Perhaps you muggles are starting to understand why I was so upset to have my sword handled in such a callous manner tonight. I’m sure fellow heathens reading this are already feeling mortified on my behalf.

Now for a little bit deeper dive into the ways in which inanimate objects can become so closely connected to those of us who practice the arts magical.

To begin with, it is not true that the Gods dwell only in the Heavens, for all things are full of the Gods. – Iamblichus

“Iamblichus used the term “sunthemata” to describe theurgic tokens in the material world. These were items that bore some mark or characteristic of their divine nature. Sunthemata were said to be sown throughout nature by the Platonic Demiurge and served as reminders of the divine will and its connection to our lower level of reality… The sunthemata are physical manifestations of divine presence and will.” – excerpt from an article about theurgy on the Medieval Astrology website.

All of my ritual objects contain a spirit, an energy I work with everytime I perform ritual. I have spent years listening and working with these objects in order to learn their character and form a relationship with them. Once I have bonded with and adopted a physical item for ritual use, I prefer that others not handle it. There are exceptions, of course, but generally speaking the physical connection and handling of my ritual objects is exclusive to me in order to keep a clear and strong conduit of energy that is not complicated by others.

I am not sure how best to proceed now that my sword has been handled by someone in such a profane manner.  What have we become as a society such that we cannot slow down, look at what is before us, and decide whether it is appropriate to handle or touch things without first asking? Have we drifted that far from an appreciation and awareness of the sacred such that this would be the norm? Has our culture of instant gratification and selfishness enabled us to be so callous and inconsiderate? Does the average person operate under the assumption that they are entitled to take, handle, manipulate, and do whatever they wish with objects that are before them, even in a spiritual context?

I have rites, herbs, salts, and sacred water for purification which I will surely employ in an attempt to right this wrong. But somehow the knowledge that this sacred object has been violated is harder to dispel. The older woman with greyish red hair is now part of the story of my sword, and I am not sure why or what her role is in the tale. I suspect it is very minor and perhaps merely a reminder that physical objects, even sacred ritual objects, are impermanent and ephemeral. It is also a reminder that there are a large percentage of people in the world who have very little understanding of sacred objects, even in a church environment.

Muggles who made it this far – please do your pagan and otherwise spiritual friends a favor: Don’t touch their stuff. Ever. Not their statues, their ritual attire, their ritual objects, unless they give you explicit permission every time. Think of it as a consent situation: Ask. Every. Time.