Thursday, December 29, 2011

Black Sabbath, The Occult, and the Origins of the Devil in Heavy Metal.

Without question, Black Sabbath is one of the all-time great rock bands.  They sit on the classic rock Rushmore, alongside bands like Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, and The Who.   The biggest difference between Black Sabbath and those bands is that Sabbath invented a sub-genre of music almost entirely on their own-Heavy Metal.  The Sabs were the first ever heavy metal band, and there’s very little debate about it.

Sabbath guitar player Tony Iommi almost single handedly created the genre when he was forced to start “down-tuning” his guitar after an industrial accident chopped off the tips of the fingers on his left hand.  That horrible accident changed the sound of Iommi’s guitar, making it deeper, darker, and kind of menacing.  (For those of you who don’t play guitar, I should probably elaborate a little bit.  Iommi uses his left hand on the frets of his guitar.  It’s that hand that he uses to press down the strings.  Down-tuning makes the strings lighter, and therefore easier to press down.  The reduced tension on the strings produces a lower sound.)  The change in Iommi's guitar tuning was the first part of the equation that would create heavy metal, the second part was the band’s aura, an aura created almost entirely out of the public’s perception that Black Sabbath was a Satanic rock band.

There are a lot of people out there who think that Sabbath was the first in a long line of bands influenced by Lucifer.  The truth of it is that Sabbath came to Satan’s table kind of late, and they only came to it grudgingly.  There had been a couple of major label bands before Sabbath that very publicly embraced the Devil.  The first was the American Midwestern band “Coven.” Their first album, Witchcraft Destroys Minds and Reaps Souls, sounded like middle of the road 1969-hippy music, but the band looked like agents of the dark one on the cover, clad entirely in black standing next to a skull.  The album even featured a recording of a “Satanic Black Mass” on side two.  Despite being released by a mainstream record label, the album was quickly forgotten, though the band did initially attract a lot of media attention.

The gatefold sleeve to WDMaRS featured a scene from the "Black Mass" on the album.  What's most striking, aside from the naked woman of course, are the devil (or metal) horns being waved by the participants.  (Look at their hands, not their heads!)  In a bit of revisionist history Jinx Dawson, lead singer, would claim that she was the inventor of the metal horns, and was the one who popularized their use.  While she might have used them, they didn't really catch on until the early 80's when they were being used by Ronnie James Dio, in, you guessed it, Black Sabbath.
Weirdly, Coven would have hit with a cover of the song "One Tin Soldier" from the movie "Billy Jack," in 1971.  By this time the band's earlier Satanic associations were being downplayed.

The second rock band to openly embrace the occult, was the English Black Widow (yes people confused them a lot with Black Sabbath back in 1970).  While Black Widow sounded more like Jethro Tull than Black Sabbath, they were often taken for a heavy metal band, saxophone solos be damned!  Black Widow scored a minor hit in Great Britain with Come to the Sabbat (which I kind of like) off of their debut record Sacrifice.  Black Widow played the Satan stuff up to the hilt, even going so far as to conduct black masses between songs in concert.  Lyrically, the songs have almost a Pagany vibe, that is before the choruses kick in calling for Lucifer.

While Black Sabbath would cultivate a rather sinister image, much of that was unwarranted.  Certainly the name “Black Sabbath” is not a beacon of light, but it certainly wasn’t meant to be an ode to the black mass.  Black Sabbath was a compromise name, as the band was originally named (the very hippy sounding) Earth.  The only problem was that there was another band in England already named Earth, so they ended up having to change the name.

There’s a bit of controversy over where the name Black Sabbath actually came from.  There are some claims that the band was named after the movie “Black Sabbath” starring  Boris Karloff, and there was also a book by the same name from the pen of horror writer Dennis Wheatley.  Bass player Geezer Butler was certainly a fan of Wheatley’s so it’s quite possible that the name came from there.  As early as 1969, “Earth” was also playing a tune called Black Sabbath, another possible source for the band name.  It’s not unreasonable to suggest that all three factors played a part in Earth becoming Black Sabbath.

While the first Black Sabbath album (imaginatively named Black Sabbath) doesn’t endorse Satan, record label Warner Brothers tried to make it seem as if the band did.  An early record release party held in Los Angeles (minus the band in attendance) featured an appearance by Satanist Anton LaVey, which dogged the band for years.  The British release of the album (courtesy of Vertigo Records) featured an upside down cross on the inside record sleeve.  Such flourishes, made without the band’s consent or permission, did more to perpetuate the idea that the band was “Satanic” than anything on the album musically.

The album was certainly influenced by the occult, and Geezer Butler and Tony Iommi have admitted to being interested in such things during the band’s early days.  Iommi has said that there was “a lot of interest, not practice, but interest.”  Most of the interest was confided to Butler who according to Iommi “would do stuff like that, have all his candles burning.  Black Walls.  He would live the part.  We used to go around the black magic shops as well.”  Such things certainly weren’t typical in England circa 1969, but they weren’t completely out of place.

Humorously enough it was Ozzy Osbourne (lead singer) who would get saddled with the most amount of Satanic garbage over the years.  The singer was never into the occult like Butler, and has been quoted as saying “the only time I’ve ever been into black magic has been while eating a box of chocolates.”  Certainly the “Prince of Darkness” shtick has served Osbourne well over the years, but the occult was never his forte.

Ozzy’s greatest contribution to the band on that first album, aside from his vocals, might have been the lyrics he crafted to the song Black Sabbath, one of only three times Osbourne actually wrote lyrics while in Sabbath.  Though the tune is certainly creepy, and rather chilling, it was an ode against dabbling in the occult, not an endorsement.  Ozzy’s lyrics, with lines like “please God help me” came about due to an episode Butler had with a sinister presence.

According to Butler: “Ozzy brought me this really old black magic book, and it was all in Latin and Greek or whatever.  Somebody had lent it to him, and he knew that I was interested in all that stuff.  I was looking through it, and then I hid it in a cupboard, where I was living.  Because I just got a weird feeling from it.  And the next day I went to get it out from the cupboard, to reread it, and it had disappeared.  Completely gone into thin air, and it just me living there at the time.  And then, I was lying in bed one night and I just felt this presence.  I woke up and I saw this black shape, standing at the bottom of me bed staring at me, and it just totally freaked me out.  This was like 1969.  I told Ozzy about it, and that was when I went off black magic.  I took it as a warning to get out while I can."

While Geezer might have been looking to get out in 1969, the first album does contain a tune written from the Devil’s point of view.  According to Butler (primary lyricist for the band) N.I.B. was originally written to be a humorous song about Satan falling in love with a mortal woman, but somewhere along the line the humor got lost somewhere.  That’s not to say the song is an evil one, it’s a rocking one, but lines like “I will give you those things you thought unreal.  The sun, the moon, the stars all bear my seal” certainly conjure up dark vistas.  Osbourne’s cry of “My name is Lucifer please take my hand” probably helped to inspire a cadre of young Satanists who didn’t take his warning in Black Sabbath seriously.  N.I.B., named after drummer Bill Ward’s face looking like a pen nib, was about as dark as Sabbath ever got, and as far as darkness goes, it was pretty lukewarm.  When Ronnie James Dio joined the band in 1979, he would sometimes refer to the track as Nativity in Black, an awesome name, but not what Butler originally had in my mind for the song.  

By the time Sabbath’s second album, Paranoid, rolled out in the fall of 1970 the band was already desperately trying to get away from their Satanic-occult tinged image.  One of the early standout tracks on the album, Walpurgis, had all of its original lyrics thrown out and was turned into the colossal War Pigs.  The lyrics to Walpurgis told the story of a group of witches making sacrifices to Satan.  Lyrics like “Carry banners that denounce the Lord” and “On the hill the church in ruin is the scene of evil doings” would have been at home next to Black Sabbath and N.I.B., but Sabbath was desperately trying to move beyond that.  The only line that survived during the transition from Walpurgis to War Pigs was "witches at black masses."

Like most bands who write about the occult early in their career, Sabbath moved away from that initial inspiration (or in Ozzy’s case, fear) and found other things to write about.  Science fiction and fantasy were certainly inspiration, drugs another.  Even sinister sounding songs like Children of the Grave ended up being about love.  While the occult would long be associated with the band, the first incarnation of Sabbath moved quickly away from it, and by 1971 had penned a tune on Master of Reality that would have been at home on most Christian rock records.

Yes, you read that last sentence right, Sabbath moved so far away from the occult that they were actually endorsing Christianity just two short years after N.I.B.  After Forever was all about accepting Christ and saving one’s soul.  Butler’s last verse in After Forever really does lay the cards out on the table when it comes to Black Sabbath and the occult: “Perhaps you'll think before you say that God is dead and gone.  Open your eyes, just realize that he's the one.  The only one who can save you now from all this sin and hate.  Or will you still jeer at all you hear? Yes - I think it's too late."

The lyrics to After Forever shouldn't be all that to surprising to anyone who has actually bothered to look at a picture of Black Sabbath.  From the very start all four members were often seen wearing giant crosses around their necks.  Those crosses were given to the band by Osbourne's father, and from that moment on Sabbath used the cross on stage designs and concert t-shirts.  The crosses were never worn upside down either.

While the first lineup of Black Sabbath would go on to release five more albums after Master of Reality (a few of them classics), none would ever be as popular as the first three records.  The occult overtones died out as well, even if the media still liked to portray the band in that light.  After the dissolution of the original band, Iommi would find the occult again, but only in order to sell more records as he tried to steer the band in the direction many in the public expected it to go.  Some of the post-Ozzy Sabbath albums are classics too, especially the stuff with Ronnie James Dio, but the chills created by songs like Black Sabbath became a thing of the past.

Ozzy tried extremely hard to replicate the menacing atmosphere of Sabbath’s early days, and succeeded early in his career.  Songs like Mr. Crowley (about who else?  Aleister Crowley) shocked parents and tantalized teens who dreamed of dabbling with the occult, but Ozzy was never an occultist, and while the trappings helped to sell albums, it was obvious in interviews that he was never into that lifestyle.

While the guys in Black Sabbath were never occultists, nor did they worship the Devil, they did help to create the perception that good heavy metal bands did do those things.  In doing so, they defined metal as a genre against authority, which it remains nearly forty years later.

Friday, December 23, 2011

I'm Dreaming of a Green Christmas

For reasons I've never entirely understood, the Holiday Seasons has become intertwined with Winter and snow.  You may be thinking to yourself, "Jason, that's because Christmas occurs in Winter," which is true, but do you expect a ninety-five degree day the first day of Summer?  Is it magically warm and sunny on the first day of Spring?  Of course not, but during the Holidays the expectation that Winter will be in full roar on December 25th is pretty standard.

In some ways Christmas is a late fall holiday, it's only a couple of days removed from the Winter Solstice after all.  The coldest days lie ahead for most of us this time of year (think the horribleness of February), and while the days may be getting slightly longer, the worst is still in front of us.  Turning Christmas into a Winter Holiday has been horrible for the human psyche.  We've turned The Holidays into a Winter Carnival, and then after the first of the year we want to immediately dismiss Winter when it's only just begun.  The good parts of Winter are only celebrated at the start of the season, and then everyone starts wishing for Spring.  Keeping the Christmas Lights up into February would make the most depressing time  of year less depressing.  If Christmas is going to be a Winter Holiday Par Excellence we should move it to Imbolc (Feb. 2).

Living on the West Coast the expectation of a White Christmas is extremely bothersome, and represents one of the worst examples of East Coast Bias.  "Since it snows in New York, the expectation is that it snows everywhere," which is absolute bunk.  The majority of Americans will not celebrate a White Christmas this year, and the majority of Americans will not celebrate a White Christmas next year either.  While it's true that many states do get snow on Christmas, there are an equal amount of states that do not, and just because a state can get snow doesn't mean that it will.  Think of all the places that will never have (or have a very low probability of having) a White Christmas:  Atlanta, Miami, Orlando, Dallas, Los Angeles, Phoenix, San Francisco, New Orleans, Houston, San Diego, Mele Kalikimaka to you all.  

I don't begrudge people their White Christmas, it's fine, and snow is really pretty, I just wish the media would start showing some images that reflect the reality of what most Americans encounter in late December.  Even while living in Michigan, a White Christmas was never a sure thing, and we certainly had our share of Brown Christmases (a Brown Christmas:  a winter day without any snow or living plant life), as most Snow Belt residents do.  I grew up in Tennessee (just outside of Nashville) and we never had White Christmases there either (unless you got up early enough to catch the last bit of frost on the lawn) and those are some of my most memorable holidays.  Getting a new bike for Christmas in Tennessee meant I could ride it on Christmas Day, sure it was a bit chilly, but it was entirely possible, and like getting a second gift entirely.

 About the only other image ever associated with Christmas is the "Ironic Southern California/Hawaii" image.  Either the "Look we are celebrating on the beach!" picture or the "Aren't we clever we've got a palm tree for a Christmas Tree!" photo.  Out here in Northern California we have plenty of lit up palm trees, but you'd be an absolute fool to unwrap presents on the beach today.  It was 37 degrees this morning, and those Pacific Ocean Breezes aren't warm or soothing, they are cold and nasty.  My holiday will be similar to the holiday most Americans experience, a chilly one (at least in the morning, it'll probably get to sixty by 2:00 pm), and one without snow.

I'm probably only harping on the White/Green Christmas thing because it's causing conflict with my internal seasonal clock.  I keep seeing all of these images of snow, and there is no snow out here, nor will there be.  These images create the expectation that there should be, and the odds are better that I'll find a Sasquatch in my backyard than a snowflake in the sky.  If you are reading this in New Jersey and find my anger at East Coast Bias irritating, think about our situations if they were reversed.  What if the Los Angeles palm tree model of Christmas was dominant, and you were bombarded with that image while you had snow on the ground?  Wouldn't it be annoying?  Wouldn't it disrupt your seasonal expectations?  Of course it would.

If you have a White Christmas I hope it's gorgeous and I wish you all the best.  Just be careful while driving, and don't throw out your back while shoveling all that snow.  I'll have a Green Christmas, surrounded by blowing leaves, palm trees, and winter flowers.  I'm going to be celebrating a Green Christmas out here even though the media says that the idea should be depressing, and yet somehow it's not, I just wish they'd show the rest of the country how joyful it is NOT to have snow on the ground.  

Friday, December 16, 2011

Religion on the Public Square-On Nativity Scenes, Mithra, and more.

I think that I'm kind of an anomaly in Pagan circles, I believe that religion "on the public square" is a good thing.  I'm not necessarily opposed to the idea of Nativity scenes on public property, as long as every other faith has a chance to put their faith on display as well.  The baby Jesus in the manger is fine by me, as long as it's flanked by a menorah and a sign that says "Happy Yule."  Unfortunately, when you put religion on the public square, you get more than just shared Holiday Greetings, you often get deliberate antagonism.

This was vividly illustrated in a recent Associated Press story about the displacement of several Nativity/Christmas scenes at a coastal park in Santa Monica California.  The park allows for twenty-one displays, traditionally fourteen of them have been given to local churches who tend to put up Nativity scenes (they are churches, I can't say I'm surprised). This year the system changed and the twenty-one caged display areas were subject to a public drawing.  Out of the twenty-one available spots, two went to Christian churches, one went towards a Menorah, and the rest went to two atheists (one person can request up to nine spaces, two people got nine spaces a piece).  There are displays in three of the eighteen spots claimed by the atheists.  This angered a lot of churches, many of which had been putting up displays at this particular park for over 57 years.  

If you are wondering whose side I'm on, I'm on the side of the Christians. I have no trouble with atheists wanting to put up a display over the holidays, but I do think it's really a dickish move to claim a bunch of space with the intention of not doing anything with it.  There are no rules requiring them to give back their unused spaces either, so the spaces just sit there, empty.  This is obviously a petty move by some small minded people, and it makes me angry.  I have many atheist friends who behave rationally, but people like this, who just go out of there way to mock religion, I have very little tolerance for.  Remember Pagans, these are people who are going to make fun of your beliefs as well.  I know a lot of you out there tend to sympathize with atheists, and we often have common cause, but not in cases like this.

It's not just the unused spaces that bothers me either, it's the way atheists like this shape their message.  As you can see in the picture above, the banner says "What myths do you see?*"  That's not a holiday greeting, and it's not going to make a Christian suddenly say "Oh, Jesus is a myth?"  It's designed to provoke, and it's certainly out of line with what many of us think The Holidays are about.  What's wrong with a sign that simply says "Happy Winter Solstice" or "Happy Holidays?"  Why does it have to be a sign that belittles someone else's beliefs?

Last year in Florida there was a yard sign battle between Christian groups which were distributing "Jesus is the reason for the season" signs and an atheist group which was distributing "Mithra is the reason for the season."  Both sides were wrong of course, Saturnalia predates both the myth of Jesus' birth and the myth of Mithras' birth.  I know many Pagans get a kick out of such signs, but the atheists who are displaying them aren't endorsing Paganism, they are using those signs to mock both Pagan and Christian beliefs!

The Christian reaction can also be a bit ridiculous.  Last year the Catholic League put up a bunch of "Jesus is the Reason" billboards in various parts of the country to battle the atheists.  Instead of saying something nice the tagline is "You Know it's Real," which is especially hilarious given the depiction of Mary and Joseph.  It's good to know that Mary is still 100% European, and a full grown adult, because in Palestine two thousand years ago only twenty-four year old women were having babies.  (Mary probably would have been fourteen, people just got married early back then.)  If you are going to tell me that something is real, at least get your basic historical facts straight.  

Personally, I'm well aware that the majority of trappings in the Nativity story are Pagan.  Miraculous conception?  Pagan.  Celestial events at birth?  Pagan.  Born in a cave?**  Pagan.  Miracles like talking animals surrounding the birth?  Pagan.  Pagan Astrologers giving the baby presents?  Perhaps not Pagan, but it features Pagans!  Pretty cool.  I tend to only see my own faith reflected in most Nativity scenes.

The best way to deal with the Holiday Season is not to over-react.  I wish more people would look for the things we have in common instead of the things that separate us.  I disagree with a great many things in the Bible, but I do agree with "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you."  As a Pagan if I got some public space for The Holidays, my message would simply be "Happy Yule" with a Christmas Tree.  Yule is our word, and so's the tree.  Why start a war?

If I were an atheist and I wanted my beliefs respected, perhaps I'd use all the display space I received in Santa Monica to tell the true story of Christmas, that it's a holiday that has evolved from many different traditions.  If you want someone to come around to your point of view, try doing something other than making them angry.  

I love the Holiday Season, and I'm one of those idealists who thinks that it's something that can unite us: Christian, Pagan, Jew, and atheist alike.  Instead of uniting us though, the Holidays are always co-opted by loud fringe groups on both sides who simply want to use it for their own purposes.  Atheist groups which put up signs saying "Why myths do you see" aren't trying to unite anyone, and neither is the Catholic League.  Why we have to fight during one of the loveliest times of the year will always be a mystery to me.  

*There's a lot of bullshit in that banner too.  Certainly the birth narratives of Jesus belong in the realm of myth, but the majority of scholars think he was a real person.

**The New Testament says Jesus was laid in a manger, it doesn't say he was born in a barn.  A lot of early depictions of the Nativity have the little guy being born in a cave.

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Christmas Is Not Yours or Mine-It Simply Is

This is one of the best things I've ever written, and while it was originally published elsewhere, I think it's worth revisiting.   

My family moved to Wytheville Virginia when I was in the fifth grade.  Until that time, I had lived my entire life in the Midwest.  To say that Virginia presented a few culture shocks would be an understatement.  In the Midwest, school and religion did not mix.  Sure we sang Christmas Carols and had holiday parties, but we didn't read the Bible in class, nor watch fanciful filmstrips full of Christmases that never were.

One of the more memorable "fanciful filmstrips" was called "The Pilgrim's First Christmas."  I don't remember a whole lot about it, but I do remember the Pilgrims celebrating Christmas, making small presents for each other, and probably converting a few Native Americans along the way.  It was a rather cozy story, and nothing about it really rang false at the time.  Haven't people always celebrated Christmas?  Wasn't it all about Jesus at the start with the rest all added later?

If you actually read my notes on Facebook, you know that I'm obsessed with holidays.  I love Thanksgiving, revere Christmas, still celebrate Easter, and Ari and I go out every Valentine's Day to celebrate.  I love holidays, and while some people might play video games, or collect stamps, I research the histories of religion and holidays for fun.   I think it's a nice, normal, hobby, don't you?

This leads me back to the Pilgrims and the filmstrip glamorizing their holiday celebration.  Actually, "glamorizing" is probably the wrong word, the phrase "making up" would be more appropriate.  The Pilgrims didn't celebrate Christmas at all and until the middle of the 19th Century most Americans didn't either.  Christmas as we celebrate it today is a rather "new" holiday.  The traditions we most associate with it are only a few hundred years old.  Despite how universal and timeless it feels, it's never been universal or timeless.

Sure, by the Fourth Century there were Christians celebrating "Christmas."  It wasn't so much a celebration of Jesus' birth but a Christian continuation of the Roman holidays of Saturnalia and the January Kalends.  Saturnalia featured many of the things we currently associate with Christmas:  large meals, holly, mistletoe, gift giving, and abundance.  There was no way anyone was going to convince newly Christianized Romans to give up their holiday celebrations, so they became a part of the new holiday of Christmas, a day to celebrate the birth of Jesus.

December 25th wasn't a date picked by chance either, it was the birthday of Sol Invictus, the Unconquerable Sun, a pagan deity who was very popular with the elite of Rome and those in the army.  Other deities who celebrated a birthday that day were the Persian Mithras and the always popular Greek Dionysus.  With Jesus' birthday on the 25th the feasting, drinking, and gift giving was all allowed to continue, and people could all participate while paying a little lip-service to Jesus.

As Christianity spread across Europe it "Christianized" other winter festivals, adding their pagan elements to a day allegedly about the birth of Jesus.  The Norse Yule was turned into Christmas, moving from the winter solstice to the 25th.  Very little else about the holiday changed, gifts were still given out, branches and small trees continued to decorate homes, and solar imagery still abounded.  There was no rush to put up nativity scenes in place of the pagan fir trees and branches, Yule might have been called Christmas by some, but it was celebrated the same way.

In the 16th Century the first real war over Christmas was fought, and it was a battle between Christians.  Despite the yelling to the contrary, there has never been a war against Christmas fought by the forces of secular humanism, liberals, and atheists.  Generally the war against Christmas has pitted Christian against Christian.  The first salvo was fired by the English Puritans who waged such a successful campaign that Christmas was literally a forgotten holiday in most parts of England and North America until the 19th Century.

The Puritans suppressed Christmas because they knew it for what it was, a pagan midwinter holiday.  They objected to the pagan imagery, the feasting, drinking, and gluttony.  Due to their influence Christmas became a rather localized holiday in the early days of the United States.  It was celebrated by the Germans and the Dutch, but was forgotten or seen as a small potatoes by the majority of the population.  The United States Congress regularly met on Christmas until 1855, and children in Boston went to school on the 25th up until 1870.  The first state to declare Christmas a holiday was Alabama, and that was in 1836!

One of the exceptions to this rule was the former Dutch colony, New York.  New York City played a major role in establishing Christmas as a national holiday, and none of that had anything to do with Jesus.  The Dutch continued celebrating the midwinter celebration of Christmas long after it had gone out of fashion in England.  When the Dutch settled the "New World" they brought their traditions with them.  One of those traditions was of a mystical gift-giver related to the Turkish St. Nicholas.

Sinterklaus (later Santa Claus of course) was distantly related to St. Nicholas, but he was also related to the Norse god Odin.  St. Nicholas was a gift giver (and lots of other things, as one of the most popular Christian Saints, he's associated with nearly everything), and was often depicted with a long white beard, but so was Odin, and Odin road a horse, much like the early Sinterklaus.  By the time Sinterklaus came to the United States he was no longer like a god or a saint, Clement Moore in "The Night Before Christmas" described him as a "right jolly old elf."  Eventually the Saint Nick of the poem, and the Sinterklaus of Dutch legend became simply "Santa Claus."

"The Night Before Christmas" went on to become the best known poem in the English language, and it's popularity helped to spread the celebration of Christmas.  If you were a kid and heard that poem, wouldn't you want to celebrate Christmas?  Santa became the reason for the season, and the holiday spread because of Kris Kringle.  Without Santa Claus, it's possible that Christmas would have remained a forgotten holiday in the United States.

At the same time the United States was wrestling with Santa and adopting the holiday as its own, Christmas was re-awakening in Great Britain.  The great Christmas re-awakening can be attributed to two things:  Charles Dickens' "A Christmas Carol" and Queen Victoria's husband Prince Albert.  Albert was German, and celebrated the holiday of Christmas just like he did back home in Germany, with gift giving and trees, much like the Vikings did before the coming of Christianity.  As a celebrity, he was copied by many in England, and the United States.

Dickens' tale, while it didn't invent the modern Christmas, went a long way towards establishing it as a major holiday.  "A Christmas Carol" makes no references to Jesus, and is strictly a secular take on the holiday.  It has more in common with the ancient Roman Saturnalia than any celebration contemporary to Dickens.  When you get past the ghosts (one who looks very much like the Roman Bacchus), you have a tale full of gift giving, feasting, family, and drinking.  The scene where Scrooge sticks his head out of the window and has a boy run to the butcher shop for him is especially telling.  Didn't it ever strike you as odd that the butcher shop would be open on Christmas?  That's because no one was celebrating it at the time, and if they were, it wasn't the festival it is today.

Due to Dickens, Albert, and Moore the tradition of a Midwinter holiday was re-established in the 19th Century, but capitalism would play a major role in shaping the holiday.  As Christmas grew in popularity, manufacturers began to stress the "gift giving" part of the holiday.  The Industrial Revolution provided the Western World with all kinds of goodies that needed to be sold, and Christmas became a prime opportunity to do so.  Retailers and advertisers spread the word of Dickens' Christmas and used Moore's Santa Claus to sell more toys.  The role of capitalism cannot be overstated, Christmas rolled into every nook and cranny of our lives because people wanted to sell things, and then people wanted to get things, and the holiday took off.

Despite the holiday's initial newness in the United States we have a tendency to romanticize a Christmas past that never was.  Christmas can certainly be about faith and family, those are good things, and I'm glad there's some emphasis on that in the holiday, but it's never been exclusively about that, and wasn't designed for it.  Christmas is a secular holiday through and through (though dressed in mostly pagan outerwear), and it's key building blocks almost never reference Jesus or a manger.

There has been a renewed emphasis in some Evangelical and Catholic circles to "Put the Christ back in Christmas," but the truth is he never was there.  The battle has always been to "Put Christ into Christmas."  There is no "back" about it, he's basically been absent the entire time.  The real War on Christmas is being fought by people suffering under the delusion that it's always been a religious holiday. If there's a "War on Christmas" it's being fought by Christians who are trying to rewrite a secular past and replace it with a religious center that never was.

I  often find myself straddling a strange fence during the holiday season.  I'm certainly not offended when someone wishes me a "Merry Christmas," nor do I think that the use of the word Christmas in some way walks over my spiritual beliefs.  On the other hand I dislike hearing about Jesus being the sole "reason for the season", when he's kind of a late addition to the party.  In many ways, Christmas is what you make out of it.  If, for you, it's a celebration of Jesus' birth, that to me is awesome.  Have at it, and I hope your Christmas is spiritual and meaningful.  On the other hand if it's a secular celebration of Midwinter, good for you, that's what it's always been.  Christmas is not yours, or mine, it simply is, and I kind of like it that way.

Friday, December 9, 2011

The Best of 2011

Another year has nearly come and gone, so it's time to reflect on the best and worst of 2011.  Yeah, there are a couple of weeks left in December, but it's an American Tradition to do these things this time of year.  So apologies to "Sherlock Holmes" and "Americanized Dragon Tatoo," you are ineligible for this list.  Now, onwards and upwards with my favorites in movies, books, music, television, politics, and sports.


2011 saw a plethora of comic book movies released, but surprisingly, those weren't my favorite films of the year.  Before you shred my film choices, remember, my tastes are low-brow, and I freely admit this.

Rise of the Planet of the Apes
I have to admit, I dreaded this movie.  I grew up a as huge fan of the original films, and since the 1980's I've been craving a good reboot.  (Tim Burton's attempt was not good.)  Early reports were not good, but this movie had it all:  the special effects were spectacular, the story moved briskly, and given the subject matter-the actors involved did a splendid job.  Unlike the big super-hero tent-poles, I felt like Rise had real heart, and by the end I was about ready to jump out of my seat so I could cheer on Caesar and the apes.  Can't wait for this to come out on DVD next week, it really deserves a good three or four re-watchings (sorry Ari).  Kudos to Andy Serkis for giving what deserves to be, an Oscar nominated performance.

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows-Part Two
Since reading the book, I've been looking forward to the climactic final battle at Hogwarts, and I'm happy to admit that I was not disappointed   The screenwriters did a nice job of simplifying all of the wand crap that goes on in the book too, the result is a movie that mostly makes sense and provides a satisfying conclusion to one of the greatest movie franchises of all time.  Yes, the "twenty years" in the future coda looked pretty ridiculous, and while I thought it worked in the book, it probably should have been cut out of the movie.

The Muppets
I grew up a huge Muppets fan, so it's been disappointing to see them as part of history's dustbin. After several horrible movies that lacked the heart of the original Jim Henson overseen three, it was nice to see Jason Segal get the Muppets 100% right.  This was the most fun I've had in a theatre in years.  The jokes are good, the nostalgia hits just right, and the songs are memorable.  It's good to see Kermit and the gang back up where they belong-on the big screen, also also as a part of the national conversation.  I've been trying to find a quibble with this film since seeing it at Thanksgiving, and I can't find a weak point.  Even the human actors involved are great, and it's nice to see so many of my favorite actors (Jack Black, Chris Cooper, and Amy Adams) involved in bringing The Muppets back to life.

Yes, TV rots your brain and stifles your creativity.  That's why Ari and I still manage to read about fifty books a year.  Just think if we didn't watch TV we could read a 100 a year!  Anyways, now that your judgement is out of the way, it's time to talk boob tube.  All in all, I thought this was a good year for television, and it was hard to narrow it down to three shows, but I want this post up by Christmas, so that's how it's got to be.

I liked, but didn't think they should be in my top 3:  The Walking Dead (aka The Talking Living), Happy Endings, Cougar Town (don't laugh-you've probably never watched it), and The Office.

I remember watching Arrested Development back in the day, and lamenting the viewing public's inability to like quirky, intelligent comedy.  After it was cancelled, I promised myself I'd never fall in love with another show like that again.  Obviously I failed, because Community has evolved into my favorite show, even though it's the kind of smart, not for everyone, low-rated humor that I know is going to break my heart (and not just because I'm in love with Allison Brie).  This show had me on May 6, 2010 with the original "Paintball" episode (a jaw droppingly hilarious 22 minutes of television), but it made me a fan for life with the "Dungeons and Dragons" episode earlier this year.  Unfortunately the internet's favorite show has now been put in hiatus until Goddess knows when, yet Two and a Half Men remains highly rated.  Shoot me now.  

Parks and Rec
Didn't really care for Parks and Rec its first season, and didn't really start to like it until the end of its second season.  In the third season everything came together, and Parks and Rec began to reach heights rarely seen on broadcast television.  With the small screens best cast (narrowly beating Community), and primetime's best character, Nick Offerman as Ron Swanson, Parks and Rec has evolved into must see television.  There's not a weak link on the show (though the writers seem to be floundering with Rashida Jones' character), and if you aren't a Mouserat fan by now, you don't deserve to walk in Little Sebastian's shadow.   

Game of Thrones
As a fan of the books, the TV show is all that I hoped for and more.  From the casting of the characters, to the storytelling, Game of Thrones is what every fantasy fan has been waiting for since Lord of the Rings.  It's a relief that Martin's books ended up on HBO too; now they can stuff all the sex and violence they want into the show, and take their time selling the story.  I know how every episode is going to end, and it's still gripping.  The adaptations made for TV have been well though out too, there's no way Dany could be 14 on celluloid.  About my only problem with the show is that nearly every piece of extended exposition seems to involve naked women, not unpleasant mind you, but often gratuitous.
I did not find 2011 to be a banner year for music.  There was a lot of stuff I liked, but nothing that made me sit up and go "That's a game changer."  For the most part, I found myself liking the same old, same old, with one exception, the band Blood Ceremony.  Who cares if the lyrics are mildly Satanic?  It's doom rock with a flute, and female vocals!  I'm in heaven (or hell).  When an album has a song entitled The Great God Pan how can I not become instantly obsessed?  Check out Living With the Ancients to get your demon flute groove on.   

While Blood Ceremony was one of those bands that was "new to me"it's not like the style of rock was all that original.  It has that fuzzy, recorded on eight track analog equipment sound that it takes it right back to 1970.  If anything, Blood Ceremony is the bastard step-daughter of an infernal union between Black Sabbath, Black Widow, and Epica.  While that doesn't make a whole lot of sense, it would be quite a threesome.  

Without a doubt, the best party rock album of 2011 was The Spade by Butch Walker and the Black Widows.  This thing rocks and swings, mixing the best element of classic rock, glam rock, bubblegum pop, and hair metal.  It's hard to describe Butch, he's such a chameleon musically, but there's no denying the pop genius.  After a long hard road in under appreciated bands like Southgang and the Marvelous Three, Walker found a pathway to fame by writing and producing songs for artists like Pink and Avril Lavigne.  He seems to have become comfortable with the idea of never being a household name, and now just makes music without giving a shit about what anyone else thinks.

After the disappointment that was Roger Clyne's last real studio album, No More Beautiful World, I was worried that my favorite artist of the last twenty years might be losing it.  My fears were unfounded, as Unida Cantina, the latest from Roger Clyne and the Peacemakers, was solid from top to bottom.  Featuring high energy rock in the mode of The Refreshments (Roger's old band), with some of the more subtle influences that have marked Roger's best work, Cantina is a worthy addition to the Clyne cannon.  If there was any justice left in the world, Love is the Road, would be the run away hit single it deserves to be.  Yes, my love of Roger Clyne does cloud my judgment from time to time, but the guy really is one of the best American songwriters of the last fifteen years.  If you haven't bothered to give him a listen yet, pick this up, or better yet, my favorite album of all time, Fizzy Fuzzy Big and Buzzy, from Roger's days leading The Refreshments.  

One of the problem with "books" is that I tend to read lots of things over the course of a year, without worry or care about when they were published.  As a result listing my favorite three books of 2011 is a challenge, because most of the ones I read this year were not published this year.  As a reader of fantasy novels, I'm also inclined to give higher grades to series read in a given year.  For example, I had never read George R. R. Martin's A Song of Ice and Fire until this year, as a result I want to say that A Dance With Dragons was one of the best books of the year, and it might have been, I don't know, but my mind is certainly clouded by reading 4000 pages of Martin in 2011 (and watching the TV show).  

While not quite as engrossing as 1491, 1493 is still a captivating greed.  Mann takes up the enormous task of documenting the results of the collision between the Americas and the rest of the world, and the tale is not quite the one you expect.  Mann managest to take rather mundane sounding topics, like the evolution of the potato, and turn it into something riveting.  Mann finds little forgotten corners of history, and paints a picture illustrating their importance in the grander scheme of things.  It's hard to put this book into words, and in some ways the scope of the subject is bigger than any one book can hope to tackle, but if you love history and great writing this should be high on your "must read list."

Lev Grossman's The Magician King continues in the vein of his earlier work The Magicians, and that means that Grossman once again takes all the cliches of Contemporary Fantasy and punches them in the face.  His last work was more a grown up version of Harry Potter than anything else, this book takes a different tack, and focuses on deconstructing C. S. Lewis' Narnia, and succeeds brilliantly.  One of the best parts of Grossman's work is that he captures the fear and danger that should be inherent when journeying to a magical world or trying to conjure up a god.  When reading The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe did you ever really think that a major character might die?  Did it ever piss you off that noble Aslan mostly just sits on the sidelines while he has teenagers do his dirty work?  Grossman addresses all of those questions, all while creating extremely flawed characters you find yourself caring about.  The Fox Network is adapting Grossman's first two books into a television series (which will probably be horrible, these books should be movies-the stories aren't so long they need a TV show), so go out and read them now before they are ruined forever.

Top News Stories of 2011

 Obama gets Osama Bin Laden
It pisses me off to no end that even when President Obama accomplishes truly great, all the Right can do is piss all over his accomplishment.  Yes, we all know that it was our brave military men and women who ultimately pulled the trigger, but Obama was the one to give the orders, and make the brave decision to enter Pakistani air space to do it.  This was a true Obama victory, and showed just what can happen when you bother to read an intelligence report correctly.  It's ridiculous to hear GOP blowhards like Mitt Romney argue that we aren't spending enough on the military and that we've somehow become "weaker" under Obama.  Since taking office in 2009, Obama's foreign policy has resulted in the deaths of of 22 out of 30 top Al Queda leaders.  Give the man his due.

 The Worst Crop of Candidates Ever Fielded by a Major Political Party
It's not just the complete failure of the GOP to come up with a credible candidate for the 2012 election, it's the crazy-ass positions these troglodytes have been forced into by the frothing at the mouth Tea Party.  With the exception of Jon Huntsman, all of these guys (and Michelle) seem to enjoy spitting in the face of science.  Listening to these "candidates" I can't tell if they are running for President in 2012 or 1912, they are all just that ass backwards.  I don't know how you can tack that far to the right and hope to win a general election.

In addition to this horrible crop of candidates, the amount of money being spent, the endless "debates" (where GOP "facts" are never questioned by the moderators, please remove your mouths fron Newt's ball sack), it's the early primary season that bothers me too.  There is no reason for the Iowa caucuses to be held in January (and even less reason for the Iowa caucuses, too much power is being given to a state that is not representative of the whole country), these marathon campaigns just result in more blood money being handed out to candidates.

I'll admit that I don't agree with everything that "Occupy" does, but they have changed the debate in this country.  People are beginning to realize just how big of a problem income inequality is in this country.  Oh, I said income inequality, I must be a socialist.  Go read a history book, the last time income inequality was so great in the United States was right before the Great Depression.  It's a real problem, and one worth fighting.  

In addition to the income inequality debate, Occupy has opened America's eyes to the amount of corporate money currently in our political system.  Efforts to pass a Constitutional Amendment to reverse the horrible "Citizens United" Supreme Court decisions owe their existence to Occupy.  I had a friend tell me that the Tea Party and Occupy have nothing in common, because stopping corporate bailouts is nothing.  The majority of Americans also agree with many of the principles of the Occupy Movement, and if our friends on the right could get past the Fox News rhetoric many of them not in the 1% would find themselves agreeing to.

The Year in Sports
 This year's NBA Finals cemented one legacy and further eroded another.  Watching Dirk Nowitzki lead the Dallas Mavericks to their first title was reminiscent of Drew Brees doing the same thing in the Super Bowl a few years ago, it put him in the Hall of Fame, and his name on the short list of "all time great players."  For Lebron James of the heavily favored Miami Heat this year's Final further enhanced his reputation as a player who chokes in big situations.  While I have no doubt that Lebron will eventually win a title, it was still nice to have a Championship Series with a clear villain (James) and a whole stable of good guys (the Mavs).

Despite a thrilling NBA post-season (NBA Basketball has been on a tear the last couple of years in terms of entertainment and compelling match-ups), the league and its players had one of the most contentious lockouts of the modern era.  With billions of dollars in TV, licensing, and gate dollars, it was disgusting to see millionaires battle billionaires while 48 million Americans don't even have a job.  While I found myself mostly siding with the players, I am worried that NBA basketball is going to turn into something like Major League Baseball-a with a handful of quality teams and a bunch of bottom feeders.  While the owners managed to create a system that will pay them more, they didn't bother to fix the competitive balance issue, which means players will continue to flock to large media markets and avoid the smaller ones.  It will be possible for teams to make a run for a few years, but eventually all of the stars are going to end up in New York and Los Angeles.

 While it's never fun to watch your team lose in a Super Bowl, the emergence of Aaron Rodgers and the Green Bay Packers has mostly been fun to watch.  Rodgers is simply playing quarterback at a higher level than I've ever seen someone play quarterback, ever, and that includes Joe Montana, Peyton Manning, and Dan Marino.  Can he continue to do it for another eight years?  That'll be the test of true greatness.

We also all owe Aaron Rodgers a big thank you for ending the Bret Favre story.  Favre was a great quarterback, but his constant need to be in the spotlight the last few years was tiring.  Rodgers' Super Bowl win takes Favre out of the spotlight, at least until his Hall of Fame enshrinement in five years.

Unlike the Mavericks/Heat matchup this year's Super Bowl didn't really have a villain.  Both the Steelers and the Packers represent the NFL's old guard, original teams with national devoted fan bases.  You couldn't ask for two better organizations to meet in a Super Bowl.   

 Head Injuries were a big story in sports this year, in both hockey and football, and no athlete brought more attention to the issue than Sidney Crosby.  When the best player in your sport goes down for eleven months because of a concussion it's obvious that your sport has a serious problem. More and more scientific evidence is pointing to the long-term effects of concussions as well, and it's good to see sports leagues realizing that this is a serious problem.

Monday, December 5, 2011

Christmas and The Bible

(This blog only dates to the Spring of 2011, before that I blogged in other places and wrote a ton of notes on Facebook.  Some of those notes were pretty good, and worth reposting in this space so they can be a little bit more accessible.  The following piece is one of those and was originally put on my Facebook Page last December, though I've expanded it in a few places.)

A friend of mine once asked me "Why do Pagans spend so much time obsessing about Christianity?"  It's a fair question, and one I have numerous answers to.  The most obvious answer is that Christianity is the dominant religion in our society and culture, and to not acknowledge it is akin to ignoring a pink elephant sitting in your living room.  Nearly every aspect of our society is filtered through the prism of Christianity in some respects.  Christian Morality has decided what is legal and illegal in our society, what is "moral" and what is not, and what can and cannot be said on television.

It's also the faith that many of us Modern Pagans were raised in.  Since it was such a part of my early life, I'm still curious about it.  My reasons for writing about it are not to disprove it, but to figure out why certain things were written in certain ways.  Understanding the context of it leads to a better understanding of it.  I just wish that line of thinking was shared by more Christians, many of whom  blindly accept every statement in their Bibles at face value, without evaluating the context or circumstances under which it was written.

From a purely personal stand-point I enjoy reading about the origins of Christianity because I find value in the stories (I think Christianity can make someone a better person), and because it's history is interesting to me.  I'm not sure when Pan became a god exactly, but you can make the argument that we know the day when Jesus' divinity was voted on.  That's pretty cool to me, and I like tracing the origin of religion(s).  There's also a plethora of material out there about it, making it easy to research.

So while I'm not sure that I obsess about it, I do enjoy writing about it and researching it.  Often I choose to share that research with others-hence this blog post and the occasional lecture on it.  Nothing in this essay is ground breaking, but our media has trouble portraying the birth of Jesus in any way outside of the gospel narratives.  It bothers me that a story so full of holes historically never gets called out on the problems inherent in it.  Every Christmas I run into cable television documentaries out to prove the historicity of Matthew and Luke, and never the other way around.  Periodically, "scholars" like Ben Witherington, will host these crazy quests for magical stars that exist only in myth.  If the "liberal media" isn't going to bother to tell the truth about what the gospels say and don't say about the birth of Jesus, it becomes necessary for twits like myself to do it.  

The New Testament says very little about the birth of Jesus.  The earliest writings in the New Testament, letters from the Apostle Paul, make no mention of Jesus' birth.  The authentic* letters of Paul were written in about 50 BCE, twenty years or so after the crucifixion.  Had their been a miraculous story surrounding Jesus' birth you'd think Paul would have mentioned it, but alas, there are no tales of Wise Men, virgin births, shepherds, or even Bethlehem.

The earliest gospel, Mark, doesn't mention the birth of Jesus either.  Again, this is odd if wondrous things were happening that day.  Mark's gospel begins with Jesus being baptized by John the Baptist and the start of his public ministry, anything before that is irrelevant to the writer of Mark.  Mark's attitude seems to summarize the thoughts of early Christians pretty well, the birth of Jesus wasn't important, it was the death of Jesus that mattered.

The Gospel of John was the last of the canonical gospels to be written, dating to sometime between 90 and 100 CE.  The writer of John skips the familiar Christmas story we all grew up with too.  John does kind of write a birth narrative, but it's a cosmic narrative (dare I say gnostic at times?), and has nothing in common with the Jesus Birthday stories we know so well.

When it comes to the actual story of Jesus' birth, there isn't one, there are two.  The story of Jesus' birth is laid out in the gospels of Luke and Matthew, but the stories are incredibly different, and speak to the different audience each writer was writing for.  The Christmas Pageants we grew up with in church (and possibly public school as well) are a combination of the two stories, with some additional material thrown in.  Probably due to "Merry Christmas Charlie Brown!" on TV, I'm more familiar with the version presented in Luke than the one in Matthew, so I thought I'd start there.

Luke's account is exceedingly brief.  His account of Jesus' birth doesn't even take up a whole chapter.  It consists of about ten to eight paragraphs, with a few details we associate with the Christmas story occurring in his first chapter.  It's in the first chapter of Luke where we get an angel of the Lord coming down to talk to Mary about her (I'd assume) surprising pregnancy.

The second chapter of Luke relates parts of the Jesus story we know so well.  There are angels, shepherds, a manger, Bethlehem, and no room at the inn.  Those are about all the details Luke provides.  His story hints at a time of year (shepherds usually got the winter months off), but that's it for detail.

Luke's version of events reads as it does because he was writing to Gentiles, and probably peasant gentiles at that.  His concern is not with establishing Jesus as an earthly king-like messiah, he's concerned with portraying Jesus as humble and accessible.  Sure he's a bit worried about Jewish prophecy, but not to the extent that the write of Matthew was.

Luke does give some historical context to his story, the most famous of which is a census allegedly taken at the time of Jesus' birth.  "At that time Emperor Augustus ordered a census to be taken throughout the Roman Empire.  When this census took place, Quirinius was the governor of Syria.  Everyone then went to register himself, each at his home town."  Here the author of Luke cites a specific event and a verifiable historical personage, but both references have serious problems.

The reign of Caesar Augustus is pretty well documented, and there's not a piece of paper anywhere outside of the Gospel of Luke that tells of an Empire wide census.  The census is simply a vehicle to get Joseph and Mary to Bethlehem, where, according to Jewish Prophecy, Jesus is supposed to be born.  There is no way that this census was an actual historical event, it was simply a literary device.  If you really stop to think about the census and each person registering "at his home town" you come up with a snarl of near epic proportions.  Joseph went to Bethlehem because his ancestor of one thousand years ago was King David (the record keeping for a guy who ended up as a humble carpenter is amazing!).  If every person in the Roman Empire had to trace their lineage back one thousand years and then go to that ancestors hometown in an era of foot-travel . . . . commerce and trade would literally halt, armies would fall apart, and the whole giant enterprise would be commented on outside of a sentence in Luke.

Luke's reference to Quirinius is also curious.  Quirinius was the governor of Syria, but he did not become the governor of Syria until 6 CE.  The date is troubling because the writer of Matthew states in no uncertain terms that Herod was the King of Judea when Jesus was born and unfortunately, Herod died ten years before Quirinius took the throne.  If Luke's references to the census and Quirinius are wrong (and history tells us they are), everything else in his birth narrative might be wrong as well.

Where as the story presented in Luke is rather salt of the earth, the story presented in Matthew is far more royal.  In Matthew it is Joseph who gets a heavenly visit, not Mary.  The writer of the gospel also takes pains to point out that Jesus being born of a virgin is a fulfillment of a prophecy found in the book Isaiah.

There are some serious problems with that prophecy in Isaiah though when it comes to the matter of divine birth.  In the Hebrew, Isaiah uses the word "alma" which can certainly mean virgin, but it more accurately translates to "young woman."  Most babies born in the year 3 BCE were born of young women, there's nothing all that miraculous about that.  Coupled with the silence from Mark and Paul, it's unlikely that Jesus was born of a virgin (not to mention the difficulty), it's also unlikely that Isaiah meant to have his prophecy interpreted that way.

It's Matthew, and Matthew only, who tells the tale of the "Visitors From the East" (as they are called in my Good News Bible).  The Three Wise Men as we call them today were never named in Matthew, he doesn't even tell you how many there are.  The idea that there were three, and that they had names, was a much later invention.  Matthew simply says they were from the East and attended the birth of Jesus in Bethlehem after following a star.  Matthew's Jesus is also born in a house, and there are no mentions of a manger or problems with the local inns.  "They went into the house" is how my Bible puts it.

The story of the star is unique to Matthew, and the cause of a great deal of speculation.  Being the skeptic that I am, I find the tale of the star almost impossible to believe.  It's a nice tale, and again, illustrates the ideas that Matthew wants to present (Jesus is divine, this birth is special), but as a real historical event it's hard to take seriously.  For centuries scholars have looked for proof of a celestial event similar to the one found in Matthew, with very little luck.  A localized star appearing in the Roman Empire would have been cause for a great deal of excitement, and it's just absent from the historical record.

There have been many attempts to link the star to comets, or a conjunction of planets.  I think it's best to accept heart warming mythology for what it is, and not sweat the details.  There's a star on top of my Christmas tree, it makes me happy, I like the symbolism, I don't see the need to care about its historical accuracy.

Like Luke, Matthew makes reference to a historical event that we should be able to find evidence for.  In this case that event is the "Massacre of the Innocents."  The Massacre of the Innocents is Herod's attempt to kill Jesus, the "King of the Jews,"after being made aware of his impending birth by the Wise Men.  The Massacre involved the killing of every male in the area in and around Bethlehem under the age of two, and it's only mentioned in the Book of Matthew.  You'd think such a horrible event would be documented in at least a few other places.  (Thankfully, the Massacre of the Innocents did not end up as one of the Twelve Days of Christmas.)

Early Christianity was not interested in the birth of Jesus, and many scholars have speculated that the birth narratives found in Matthew and Luke were later additions to those gospels.  If that's true, those stories are in good company.  Mark's gospel originally just ended with the crucifixion of Jesus, the "empty tomb" part of the gospel was apparently a later addition.

In recent years it's become popular in modern Pagan circles to claim that all of the "story" surrounding the birth of Jesus is pagan in origin.  I think some of that's true, it's probably partially responsible for the idea that Jesus was born of a virgin, and it explains things like the stars and the magi.  All of those elements appear in pagan tales from the time of Jesus.  The story of Mithras' birth is pretty similar to the story in Matthew, minus the Bethlehem, but I think the Christian take on many of those elements is surprisingly fresh.  The tale also remains ambiguous enough that people can add things to it:  talking animals, innkeepers, the Wise Men mythology, common man and royalty coming together, etc.

Christmas was an unknown holiday in the early Christian Church.  Jewish holidays and then Easter took center stage.  Birthday holidays were considered pagan by early Church leaders like Origen.  Some of his quotes on the subject are pretty scathing on the subject of birthdays, saints "not only do not celebrate a festival on their birth days, but filled with the Holy Spirit, they curse that day."  Ouch.  Origen certainly didn't put a stocking up on Christmas Eve.

The first mention of Christmas as a Christian holiday was in 336 CE.  The earliest known association with December 25th with the birth of Jesus is from a calendar in 354 CE.  The December 25th birthday is very pagan for those keeping score at home.  A multitude of pagan deities had their birthdays celebrated on that day near the Winter Solstice, it was one of the feast days of Dionysus.  It also coincided quite nicely with the Roman festival of Saturnalia, a winter festival full of feasting, drinking, gift giving, and celebration.  The Norse Yule was also at the time of year, and was another holiday  featuring drinking, feasting, gift giving, but also evergreen trees and branches, and candles.

To Yule and Saturnalia (and other winter festivals) the stories of Jesus' birth were added to create "Christmas."  Of course the development of Christmas went through several starts and stops, and was outlawed by Christian groups like the Puritans (the "War on Christmas" has been fought much more vigorously within Christianity than by any outside forces).  It wasn't until the 19th Century that it became universally popular in the Western World.

*That link will take you to an old Facebook note of mine on Biblical literacy.

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Cats and Dying

Perhaps the first sign that we are growing older is not when our parents or friends begin to pass away, but when our pets do.  Over the last five years I've had a dozen friends lose pets, and most of those pets were as familiar to me as my friends are.  It's impossible to separate the "pet" from the "person" sometimes, people become as intertwined with their pets as they do with a partner, perhaps even more so.

(I have a list of friends that I will forever associate with their pets.  Amy/Steel, Karin/Popper, Lisa/Pablo Diablo, Angie/Voodoo, Donigan/Bella, Sara/Crow, Mike/Loki, Teresa & Eddie/Their Loki, Jeff/Zeus, and the list could go on for quite awhile.  For some of these people I think of their pets first, and their significant others second.)   

This hit home early this morning when my brother Chuck's cat, Lizzie, passed away.  Lizzie lived to be 16 and a half years old, which I think is about 102 in cat years, and she passed away quickly and in my brother's arms.  In some ways, it's the "best way" for an animal companion to leave this world, but that's cold comfort, and doesn't really ease the pain all that much.  Lizzie wasn't my cat, but her loss has had me on the verge of tears for the last twelve hours, as I grieve for her and most especially, the hole in my brother's heart.   

Lizzie, we will miss you.   
 Lizzie was a strange cat, and had a personality all her own.  She loved to hunt Ari and I's socks while we were sleeping, sometimes carting off as many four or five a night into my brother's room.  While "hunting" our socks she'd sometimes growl like she was preparing to take down a squirrel.  Just to paint a complete picture, she didn't just hunt socks either.  I've seen her take down a bird, especially impressive for a de-clawed cat.  She was also devoted to my brother, and would follow him anywhere in the house(s) we shared together for over ten years.  Lizzie (or Elizabeth Chinacat Sunflower to share her whole name) was as complex as any human being I've ever met, and while I often found her cantankerous, she also had a sweet side that most of Chuck and I's friends never got to see.  Through her long life she retained her adorable little kitten face, and remained a tiny little cat, by the time she was "old" she still liked she might have been two years sold.  

Me and Princess.
Two and a half years ago I lost my own cat, Princess, and while Princess and Lizzie were never friends (Princess once guarded the litter box so Lizzie couldn't use it, she was Siamese), I think Lizzie realized my grief.  About a month after Princess had passed on, I remember Lizzie moving into my lap, and sitting there for a good long time, letting me pet her.  It had been the first time I'd petted a cat in what felt like an eternity, and it was something she never really did for anyone but my brother.  While Lizzie was often people shy, she had a kindness and empathy missing in a lot of human beings.  There's a reason our cats have Christmas Stockings, they are a part of our family, and as much a part of our life as any friend or family member.  

(Lizzie also had a strange split personality on occasion.  One summer afternoon she sat in my lap and let me pet her.  Shortly there after she was purring, but at the same time she began to howl and growl at me.  She was the only cat that could be perfectly content and yet completely pissed off at the same time.  As weird as it was, it's one of the many reasons I loved that cat.  That was some exceptional, and memorable, behavior.)  

A lot of the pain I have over the loss of Lizzie is that I can't be there for my brother.  I think our society often has this skewed perception that when an animal passes it goes into the ground and that people immediately move on.  Such is not the case.  Losing a pet is like losing any loved one, and the grieving process can be long and painful.  If the average relationship with a cat or dog lasts ten to fifteen years . . . well that's longer than most friendships and most romantic relationships.  Pets are often the most constant things in our lives, until we have children, and even then a bond with a pet might be one that's not shared with a significant other as a bond with a child might be.

On the positive side my brother and I got to share a lot of things with our cats over the course of their long lives.  Chuck and Lizzie got to watch his Lakers and Red Wings win about ten championships between them (sports matter in my family), and see his Chicago Bears make the Super Bowl, and the Cubs come closer to a World Series than they have in 100 years.  They also got to share several moves around the country, and see my brother completely pull his life together and go back to school.  I'm not sure he could have done that last thing without Lizzie there to share his life and apartment.

(Princess and I got to share two Steeler Super Bowl wins, a Penguins Stanley Cup, and a Celtics NBA title.  The Penguin win came just about two weeks before she passed.  I remember running up the stairs after the Stanley Cup dancing around with her, so glad that she got to "see" this thing that she didn't even know existed.  Yes, I'm weird.  A week later Princess wandered through a group of my friends getting goodbye pettings, and then shortly passed on.)  

I remember losing Princess and the pain that entailed.  I think I cried more over my cat of twelve years (she was six when I got her, she had a long run) than I ever have over any other living thing.  Thirty months removed from the experience I'm still bothered by it.  Religion offers us some solace over those loses, but it's not as therapeutic as many of us would like.  I remember having day dreams a few months after Princess passed on about a tiny kitten meowing on my door step, her face and paws black, her coat tan, a reincarnated little baby come back to me.  Unfortunately, the Wheel doesn't quite turn like that, and that day dream was just that a daydream, however the world does work in unexpected ways.

Evie the meercat.
Nine months after Princess passed I was approached by a friend about a cat that needed immediate adopting.  With a very unclear head (I had just burned myself something awful that morning at work and had a few big blisters) I agreed to adopt this cat sight unseen, without giving my wife a chance to object or any say in the matter (she had vetoed me getting a new cat).   Just like that Evie (short for Evening), came into my life.  While I was hoping for a Princess replacement, I got a far more complex cat who is nothing like my old companion.  Evie has a sweetness about her, and such a gentle nature, nothing like my old demanding Siamese.  But she's also not a lap cat, and only likes to be petted on her own terms.  She also doesn't meow, she makes weird trilling noises and howls that make her sound like she's being tortured.

Sisters-Summer and Evie.   
This past June my wife and I adopted another cat, and since it was on the Summer Solstice, we named her Summer.  Summer is high-strung, demanding, and revels in bossing Evie around.  She also loves Ari's lap, and laying in cuddle puddle's with her sister.  A new cat doesn't get rid of the scar caused by the loss of another animal companion, but it does reflect the continual turning of the Wheel and our Journey in this world.

I came across Princess' stocking last week while putting up the holiday decorations.  The wound was still fresh and it hurt, but I did take some joy in knowing how many years we were able to spend together.  Both Lizzie and Princess had good, long lives, spent with people who love them.  If you are a cat I'm guessing you can't ask for much more than that.

Summer, house guardian.  
The loss of a pet is never easy, and should never be trivialized.  While Lizzie has now passed on, she will live on.  She will live on in our memories, and in our hearts.  Every time I think of my brother I will inevitably think of his cat, and nothing is ever truly gone as long as it's not forgotten.