Not good news for people who care about the Land

Ammon Bundy and those other assholes who took over a Federal Wildlife Refuge last winter, vandalized public property and Native American sacred sites, and terrorized the local people, have been acquitted.

The Bundys are part of a larger movement to privatize public lands. They don’t like that some lands, such as wildlife refuges and national parks, are set aside for preservation instead of resource exploitation.

And they don’t like it that when some federal lands allow resource exploitation, like those stewarded by the Bureau of Land Management and the National Forest Service, they have to pay a small fee. When they graze their cattle on public land, land that belongs to all American citizens, subsidized by taxpayers, they won’t even pay the small fee that we request of them. While at the same time, they complain about “Negroes” on welfare getting government subsidies.

They want us to just give them our land for them to profit off of, for free. That’s what their movement is all about. It’s not OK for the government to give subsidies for food and shelter to people living in poverty, but they are millionaires who want to be given free land.

Meanwhile, it’s totally OK to build an oil pipeline through Native American land, because hey, we need oil. We’ll do anything for oil, even destroy our water. Sometimes I wonder if people actually realize that we can’t drink oil.

In a related story a little closer to home, another oil pipeline is threatening the Big Bend region of Texas, a region which I’ve written about on this blog before.

We seriously need to get our priorities changed. As the Day of the Dead approaches (whether you call it Samhain, Halloween, Alleliewezil), we need to think about the kind of world we’ll leave behind when we’re gone. As future ancestors, will we be worthy of honor? Or will our descendants curse us for poisoning their water and destroying their land?

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Celebrating Allelieweziel this year

This year Halloween/Samhain/Allelieweziel is going to be a private thing with my husband and I. No parties. No festivals. Much of that is for practical reasons; right now we are having to avoid spending any money that’s not absolutely necessary, but I think it might be good to have a quiet Day of the Dead this year.

Since Oct. 31 is a Monday, I think I’ll cook a special meal on Sunday and honor the Dead then. Monday we will be giving out candy to the Trick-or-Treaters and probably watching Young Frankenstein honor Gene Wilder who joined the Ancestors this year.

This year I think I will try to do a little more of an Urglaawe-influenced observance. That means honoring Wudan (Odin), Frau Holle, and maybe even Ewicher Yeeger as they start the Wild Hunt.

Of course, Odin is already one of my main deities, but the other two are less familiar. I’m interested in learning more about them. Several months ago my husband found an old sickle that looked like it had been lying around for a very long time. He put resin over the cracked old wooden handle and polished up the metal blade to remove the rust. An old sickle is an odd thing to find, so I took it to be a sign, and added it to my altar as something for Holle.

I’ve been doing some research on Allelieweziel, and read that it can be celebrated as a 12 day holiday that doesn’t end until November 11. Well that’s nice. That means if I don’t have time to do everything I’d like to do next Sunday, I’ll have some more time.

Ever since my dad died, I’ve been thinking about Death a lot more than I ever did before. Sometimes it really troubles me. It feels like my life is wooshing by faster and faster. Even though I’m in my 30’s, and people don’t usually call you “middle-aged” until you are in your 40’s or 50’s, I’m already over half as old as my dad was when he died. I already started getting some strands of gray hair a couple of years ago. (And I didn’t pluck them! They’re still there. I earned those gray hairs, dammit! Even if they do remind me that I’m not a kid anymore.) It’s good to remember that we are mortal, but I think sometimes I let it depress me too much, especially when I think about my loved ones eventually dying. I have yet to find the right balance between the awareness of my own mortality being a motivator to live life to its fullest without letting it get me too depressed.

In Urglaawe, the Wild Hunt is Holle gathering up the souls of the Dead, and then on Walpurgisnacht she grinds them in her mill so they can go on to the next life. I like that better than the idea of Vallhalla, which I always thought seemed too Christian-influenced. The thing is, once you’re ground in the mill, what is left of you? Is it anything recognizable as being you anymore? The person you were still becomes just a memory.