Hexing the Enemies of Women and Peace

Some women shirk from fighting back. Too many years have passed since the heroic age of the seventies, when everything new started. We used to have self-defense classes, repair our own cars classes, women’s studies about who we are as women and what have women done in Herstory that we are not aware of. Gathering our treasures and our tears.

Still we live in male centered societies. Males often rule by violence and rape, and the everlasting wars. Not by law. Too many rapists have gone free, too many murderers as well. White-collar thieves live long and hardly ever fall into the hands of justice.

But something has happened here in the San Francisco Bay Area that tripped the “that’s enough!” wires for me as a witch. A lesbian was viciously gang raped by four men. Then they kidnapped her, and continued their assault for another 45 minutes. She was brutally beaten to within an inch of her life for being a woman, for being a lesbian. Then, they stole her car and left her naked in the chilled winter winds and pounding rains, daring her to survive.

She did.

I have not hexed anybody since the Trailside Killer (still in jail) in the 80’s, but something turned inside me when the crime came this close to my life. I’m much older now at 68 and somewhat incapacitated with artificial hips. I gathered enough courage to call to arms all those women who considered holding a hexing circle in defense of our lives a worthwhile effort.

13 women answered the call. It was a magical number. I went ahead.

As always we document all hexes, so there could be NO doubt we are not calling on the devil.

I contemplated the situation and carefully chose the Lady of Guadalupe as our Queen of all Americas to be the center. I asked a friend to get me some large banners of the Lady. She sent us two large banners, glorious in her appearance, the Lady in her full queenly glory. Thank you, Karen!

Next I gathered the all-important occult supplies. Yes you can cast successful spells without anything, just praying but when you are up against a rape culture, violence of this hate crime magnitude, it’s good to have some mandrake root with you, and other secret baneful herbs to burn in your cauldron.

I represented the lives of the rapists with red thread, and over the smoking cauldron, praying to the Queen, I cut their luck into many small pieces. The only man who came to our hex, Lez, helped to put them all into the burning cauldron of change. This was important. Men must stop rape. Men must come over to the women’s side and fight for us.

Rarely ever happens.

To the Queen who we invoked as grandmother (her old name used to be Tonatzin) , we asked her to help us and to bring these men, and ALL rapists down with Unluck. We cut their luck into tiny little pieces, their luck now gone.

Next I hexed them so nobody would hide them. Hexed them that their own family would give them up. Hexed them that they would turn on each other. Hexed them that the youngest one would talk.

Video of parts of this hexing ritual are on my DU website: http://wicca.dianic-wicca.com

Then we went home. I lie down on my couch and let the new year arrive. Thought it would be a little while that this spins out its necessary wheels.

By Wednesday, the news was on the front pages of the SF Chronicle. Three of the men were arrested. The younger one’s family gave him up! And then he talked as the hex had requested. They arrested two more and by Thursday the fourth criminal turned himself in. Blessed be Tonantzin!

Sisters of the Susan B. Anthony Coven Number One participated with us globally in this incredible fast Justice. In Orange County in Southern California, and elsewhere, the women gathered to support this hex. All could see the success of their labors. Enough is enough!

On the same day the arrests began here, a serial rapist was caught in Columbus, Ohio … No luck for rapists! Justicia rules! So now I have allowed myself a little victory toe-dance. Yeahh!

What I hoped would result from this experience is a nation wide hex on ALL rapists and similar gender initiated violence. This would take place annually, on the dark moon at the end of every year.

But the real change can only come from a change of consciousness. A mind change that would see women differently. Not as meat, not as holes, or whores, but as sisters and mothers and citizens with rights.

Male gods’ religion didn’t help at all. Thousands of years and the societies are still not civilized. The male gods remain the Lords. They have holy books full of violence and trashing of women. Switching back to Goddess culture and appreciation of life is what would help see women in the loving light.

After all we are the doors of life. We birthed everybody.

Where is the gratitude? Why the rage against us?

I hope that women ‘grow a pair’ and learn not to be fear driven, to stand up for themselves and each other. Learn SISTERHOOD again!

Maybe it’s time that the ‘Take Back the Night Marches’ that I started back in the 70’s, becomes an annual hexing ritual done by sisters and brothers alike. A hex on all enemies of women and peace. Maybe that will make the difference! It has to begin somewhere!

Z Budapest
www.ZBudapest.com

Copyright Z Budapest 2008

Autobênção da Tradição Diânica Feminista

Por Z. Budapest

(Traduzido por Aphrodisiastes)

Pedimos para que as mulheres ficassem em frente a um espelho alto, nuas, e se abençoassem com água consagrada, uma mistura de água e vinho. Ambos são símbolos de transformação.

Então molhando seus dedos na água consagrada, toquem os cinco pontos em si mesmas, enquanto todas nós cantamos a canção de Bênçãos.

Primeiro a cabeça.

Abençoe-me mãe pois sou sua filha.

Esta bênçao é recebida com os braços estendidos, abraçando o invisível.

Isto é importante. Nós nos declaramos as filhas da Grande Mãe, não de um pai, Uma forte heresia. É quando a magia começa. A auto-transformação.

Abençoe meus olhos para ver seus caminhos!

As mulheres tocam seus olhos, demorando-se um pouco na da escuridão atrás de suas palmas. Quantas vezes nós não vemos? Nós vemos o planeta em sua beleza, com nossos sentidos, e sem eles? Nós SABEMOS quem ela é, esta entidade invisível e onipresente, este planeta do qual compartilhamos a mesma origem? Quão importante é isto? Nós somos feitas da mesma matéria que as estrelas. Primatas lunares, que chegaram à cena histórico-geológica há apenas alguns minutos, e já invadimos a Terra com nossa espécie.

Nós precisamos VER seus Caminhos.
Respeitar, ajustar, florir.

Abençoe meu nariz para sentir seu perfume.

Aqui nós estamos falando de sentir o cheiro da vida ao redor de nós. Os cheiros têm designado muitas células cerebrais, cheirar fornece profundo conhecimento. Seu perfume é agradável para nós. É estimulante e prazeroso.

Abençoe meus lábios para falar de seu nome.

Tocando os lábios, umidecendo-os com vinho e água. Suco da vida e da alegria.

Aqui as mulheres inspiram profundamente. Todos os nossos medos de câncer sobem para nossas gargantas enquanto nós cantamos.

Abençoe meus seios, formados em Força e Beleza.

Verdadeiramente abençoe seus seios. Seios mamíferos. Seios que preservam as espécies. Mal faladas e criticadas tetas. Muito grandes, muito pequenas, muito velhas, muito jovens. Nunca boas o bastante, pobre tetas. Elas precisam ser operadas. Elas precisam ser erguidas. Elas precisam de correção; elas não são boas o bastante.

Se as mulheres gastassem o dinheiro que gastam para “corrigir” suas tetas segundo os fascistas da moda atual, com CONHECIMENTO, nós já poderíamos ter encontrado a cura para o câncer.

Abençoe suas tetas com saúde. Para força, e beleza.

Abençoe meu ventre para Prazer e Vida

Ohh, ohhh o VENTRE! Pobre ventre que tem travado uma Guerra diariamente. Ventre que é o centro da transformação, onde nós colocamos nosso sangue e conseguimos energia para viver e amar, e fazer dinheiro. Alimento iguala-se a vida, iguala-se a uma barriga feliz.

Milhões de dolares são gastos em lopoaspiração, dietas, academias. Nós achamos que temos que ocupar menos espaço no universo. Acreditamos que ter uma barriga plana nos trará amor. Tem sido assim desde que eu vim para este país. Eu vivi no padrão por um mês, perdi a gordura da minha segunda gravidez, fiquei magra. NÃO importou! Nada mudou! Você pode ser magra e muito infeliz. Muito só!

Abençoe meus pés para andar em seu caminho.

Aqui está. A missão. Encontrar sua missão, e seguir a felicidade, trilhar o caminho da Paz. Mas guerras nos seguem, e agora a mudança do clima está chegando. Povos mais antigos têm a esperança de que não verão isso, a Vovó aqui se preocupa e acha que verá isso, e perecerá. Como aqueles esqueletos de Pompéia, que não escaparam como o resto dos civis.

Mulheres querem trilhar o caminho da paz. Frequentemente, nós não sabemos como. Nós atacamos umas as outras, aceitamos a mentira de que mulheres precisam de homens para sobreviver emocionalmente, e então nunca podemos ser amigas, somente concorrentes. Se você é gay, pelo menos isto não é uma pressão. Uma panelinha atrás da outra.

Finalmente o ritual termina como começou. Braços ao céu, cantando…

Abençoe-me, Mãe, pois sou sua filha!

Aceitando a transformação, sentindo a conexão o divino.

The Dirt Against the Dianic Tradition

I have heard that some of the bad old myths are still alive. I have decided to attack them head on this time.

1. Dianic Tradition is for lesbians only.
This is a myth that attempts to divide the women against each other. An old ploy. In the past it worked, but not anymore. Sexual orientation is of NO importance when you are learning a spiritual path. Women are women, you love whom you please. Naturally. Herstorically, when I have revived ancient Women’s Mysteries, there was about half and half, gay women and straight women, worshiping together. But since I have never asked who is sleeping with whom, this may be a few points off either way.

2. An all women’s circle is not balanced.
A very strange myth. As if having a penis in a circle would be balancing. Underlying this remark is hostility toward women because they claim their own space. Claiming anything without men seems to enrage men and make them spin lies. Women were ignored and their traditions buried deep, but since the seventies the tradition is reclaimed and it is very satisfying. Women can exhale psychically when with each other, be themselves. When you put men into the circle, both sexes act differently. Nobody is themselves. An all women circle is balanced excellently because psychic wholeness does not depend on genitalia.

3. Dianics can raise power but they don’t know how to send it.
This must be from a man who obviously had no experience observing this. Dianics are especially good at sending energy, and even partaking in political spells when women need protection. Our spells come true most of the time. We regularly hexed rapists and mass murders; men that were hexed didn’t get away with their crimes.

4. Dianics are man-haters.
This is the most powerful accusation to divide women. We all cringe when we hear it because what it says to us is that we are hating our own children. This is the result of women’s audacity for claiming our own space to worship our Goddess. We are the life givers, we are raisers of sons and daughters; there is nobody on earth who didn’t come from our wombs. How dare you be so insecure that you call your mamas such names! Men have their priesthoods, their popes and ayatollahs, they have their religious fanatics, Osama Bin Laden, and suicide bombers, their men-only clubs and an all pervasive boys networks. Men don’t call other men woman haters, but they should. It’s a strange misguided projection on the women indeed. To belittle women, call us names because we want to worship without men, is absurd.