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Recieved: 2000/04/09 20:01
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From: Mystress Angelique Serpent
On 2000/04/09 20:01, Mystress Angelique Serpent posted thus to the K-list:
At 10:19 PM 4/9/00 -0400, ckressATnospamaol.com wrote:
>Another No-no. But since Angelique is also Canadian, thought I could slip
>this by...
>
>Love,
>El
No yoke like an old yoke.. :) The last few weeks, I've been thinking
of relaxing or even trashing the list guidelines, since bandwidth seems not
to be such an issue anymore.. :) Mebbie I'll take a poll.
Just in case anyone is wondering what might have inspired j at
<txwildhrtATnospamyahoo.com>, (who only joined the list yesterday), to foolishly
take it upon hirself to be a bandwidth dragon, it probably has to do with a
very silly post I sent to Harsha's list on Thursday, that I'll forward here
if ya like... and whatever unknown conversations are presently occuring on
the I AM list, as a result.. giggle... guess j wanted to do a little
psychology experiement to see if the notorious evil nasty fire breathing
List Mystress was up to form, and I was happy to oblige.
I was actually thinking of taking a poll to see how many people think
I'm an obnoxious fire breathing bitch..:) Just for fun..:)
Here's a loooong one back atcha..:) Pagan, too... :) A celebration of
the many forms of Pagan belief systems..;)
>From the bdsmwitchesATnospamegroups.com list... :)
Why Did the Neo-Pagan Chicken Cross the Road?
Alexandrian/Gardnerian: To reveal this would be to break my oath of secrecy.
I can say, though, that it *really* is an ancient rite, dating far back in
time, back even before 1951, and I have learned it from an unbroken lineage.
As Gerald said, it takes a chicken to make an egg.
Asatru: First, we don´t believe in a “One Chicken” or a “Hen and Rooster.” We
believe in many chickens. Second, “crossing the road” is part of the three
levels, or worlds, and the chicken simply crossed from one level to another.
Hail to the Chickens!
British Traditional: The word “chicken” comes from a very specific Old
English word (“gechekken”), and it only properly applies to certain fowl of
East Anglia or those descended therefrom. As for the rest, I suppose they are
doing something remotely similar to crossing the road, but you must remember
that traditional roads are not to be confused with the modern roads....
Celtic: In County Feedbeygohn on Midsummer´s day, there is still practiced
St. Henny´s Dance, which is a survival of the old pagan Chicken Crossing
fertility rite. Today, modern pagans are reviving the practice, dedicated to
the Hen and the Green Rooster.
Ceremonial: “Crossing the road” is a phrase that summarizes many magical
structures erected and timed by the chicken to produce the energy necessary
for the intention of the travel across the road. For example, the
astrological correspondences had to be correct, the moon had to be waxing (if
the chicken intended to come to the other side of the road) or waning (if the
chicken intended to flee to the other side of the road), and the chicken had
to prepare herself through fasting and proper incantations. Note certain
forms of invocation (summoning an egg *inside* your chicken self) can produce
abnormal or even dangerous eggs and should only be conducted inside a
properly erected barnyard.
Chaos: Thinking in terms of “roads” and “crossings” is simply looking at the
formal, typically perceived structure of chicken crossing space-time. We,
instead, focus on the possibility of chicken crossing itself; what appears to
be a random act is thus actually the norm --- it is the **road** which is the
freak of chance. Indeed, quantum mechanics now demonstrates what we knew
all along two roads can simultaneously exist in the same place at the same
time. Thus, by attuning ourselves to the dynamic energy (called
“crossing”), we can manifest the road. Of course, to the unknowledgeable,
this appears as a
chicken crossing the road.
Dianic: The chykyn (“chicken” is term of patriarchal oppression) sought to
reclaim for herself the right to be on the other side of the road, after it
had been denied to her for centuries. By doing so, she reawakened the power
of the Hen within herself.
Discordian: cock-a-doodle-doo !
Druid: To get to the sacred grove, of course! Keep in mind that 99% of
everything written about chickens-crossing-the-road is pure hogwash, based on
biased sources. Yes, there were a few unfortunate chicken sacrifices in the
past, but that is over now...
Eclectic: Because it seemed right to her at the time. She used some Egyptian
style corn and a Celtic sounding word for the road and incorporated some
Native American elements into her Corn-name,
Chicken-Who-Dances-and-Runs-with-the-Wolves.
Faery: In twilight times and under sparkling stars, those properly trained
can still see the chickens crossing the roads. Reconnecting with these
“fey-fowl” as they cross is crucial to restoring the balance between the
energies of modern development and living with the earth.
Family Traditional: Growing up, we didn´t think much about “crossing the
road.” A chicken was a chicken. It crossed the road because that was what
worked to get her to the other side. We focused on what worked, and we worked
more with the elders of the barnyard and less with all this “guardians of the
chickencoop” business. We didn´t get our concepts of “chickens” or “the other
side” from Gardner, either. You can choose not to believe us since we did not
“scratch down” on paper what was clucked to us orally (which, at certain
times in history, was the only way to avoid becoming Easter chicken soup!),
but that doesn´t change the facts there *were* real chickens, and they
*really did* cross the road!
Kitchen Witch: The chicken crossed the road to get food, to get a rooster or
to get away from me after I decided to have chicken for supper!
Left Hand Path: White, fluffy chickens prancing across the road ! Do you
think that is *all* there is to crossing the road? Do you *dare* to know
the dark side of crossing the road and the *other* path to self-development?
New Age: The chicken crossed the road because she chose this as one her
lessons to learn in this life. Besides, there was so much incense and bright,
white corn to explore on the Other Side.
Newbie: well, ‘cause I read in this really kewl book that said, like,
chickens are supposed to cross the road, right?
Posting on an Online Discussion Group: What do you mean < ???!!!??? Haven´t
you read **any** of the previous posts? We´ve been [expletive deleted]
debating every word of that question, painstakingly trying to come to some
kind of answer. I know you wrote < but I´m fed up with newbies who can´t even
bother to REEEEEEEEAAADDD the posts on that very topic! No, this is *not* a
flame. But, I and several others here have the *maturity* to properly explore
and respond to this question, and we were properly trained; we *didn´t* just
read a book and think we were full-fledged chickens.
“Sethian”/Jane Roberts: Session 666; Wednesday, Dec. 2, 1969; 9:00 p.m. Now,
you create your own chicken, each of you individually and en masse. Your
physical senses fool you into believing you are seeing a chicken crossing the
road, when instead, the chicken has already crossed the road, and hasn´t even
begun to cross the road. There is a probable chicken that never crossed the
road as well. Further, because you each perceive a chicken, there is not only
one chicken but, in fact, many different chickens. As I have said before,
time is simultaneous. All probable versions of the chicken—past, present and
future—exist at once in the spacious present. It is only because you
*believe* [emphatically] that time is linear, with each moment followed by
another in one-line kind of fashion, that you perceive the chicken taking
chicken steps to get to the other side of the road. It does no good to ask
“Which came first, the chicken or the egg,” either, for they both exist at
once in simultaneous time. [910 p.m.] Now, there are families of chicken
consciousness. All life seeks value fulfillment, for consciousness is
consciousness. What you perceive as a chicken may be something far different
in another reality. The chicken may, for example, be a fragment personality
of your entity. The chicken is no less than you are, however, simply because
it is a chicken. Now, the chicken has its reality, and you have your reality.
But the chicken is more than a chicken [emphatically], and *you are more than
you think that you are!* [Pause one minute] The chicken crosses the road
because it *believes* it can, and it does. It knows that it is sacred and
that it will not die. You (underline ‘you´) also are sacred and you will not
die. But as long as you believe that it is unsafe to cross the road, you must
take chicken steps and obey the laws that you have agreed upon to get to to
the other side safely. [End at 9:30 p.m. Jane came out of trance easily. She
didn´t remember a word she had spoken as Seth.]
Solitaire: The chicken didn´t want to be part of a coven or an oven.
Shaman: Crossing the road is a way to reconnect with the healing, visionary
lifeways of the past. Chickens have long known this, but increasingly the
Rooster´s Movement is adding more roosters to the crossings too.
Snert: Hey, are you guys really chickens? Can you give me a spell that will
make a chicken cross the road?
Wiccan: The chicken crossed the road because she felt like she was finally
“coming home.” She could do it alone or with others, but she had to call to
the Guardians of the Watchtowers of the Barnyard first ... uhm, after casting
the circle.
How Some Pagan Authors Might Respond:
Margot Adler: The recent chicken resurgence, it can be argued, is directly
based on a response to the suburban middle class experience. While I found
that chickens-who-cross-roads who responded to my survey are of a wide range
of ages and backgrounds, I discovered some trends in the “why” of crossing
the road. For some it is was freedom. For some it is chickensim. Many
chickens told me they crossed the road for intellectual satisfaction. One
thing is clear: the growth of road crossing by chickens is expanding in the
numbers of chickens and in the ways they cross the road, including at chicken
festivals and for political blocking of roads.
P.E.I. Bonewits: Real crossing-the-road, we have seen, is a very interwoven
and complicated subject. Our conclusion could be that real crossing-the-road
is the build up of chicken emotion in conjunction with chicken concepts to
vary the modulation of chicken energy so as to effect the modulation of the
road´s energy. That´s all! Perhaps it is unfortunate, though, to use the word
“chicken” in relation to it, since the “C” word is being used now in a way it
was never used before in the English language and is an utterly meaningless
term without a qualifying adjective. And this, of course, is the fault of the
medieval Christian Church, through the Gothic Chickens it invented and used
as the basis of persecuting men, women and chickens. The word “chicken”
itself comes from an Indo-European root, “cheeka/e” meaning “one who lays
eggs,” and it has no relation to the later Anglo-Saxon word for “wise spirit
of flight,” as so often stated by certain contemporary “Chics.” An´Chk´Rrhod
(“Our Own Chickens on Our Own Roads”), an authentic Neo-Chicken Rooster
tradition, offers the best of paleo-, meso- and neo- Chickenism.
Carlos Castenada 4/10/1964; I spent 14 hours, without food or water, sitting
on the dirt and under the sun in front of Don Juan´s house, grinding chicken
feed. I asked Don Juan if I could have a drink of water, and he told me that
it was always this way, that a man who wanted to cross the road with the
chicken cannot have any food or water till the chicken feed is ground. I
asked Don Juan if the chicken is an ally, like the little smoke. Don Juan
seemed to get angry and stayed silent. After I completed grinding the corn, I
hallucinated from heat exhaustion, and Don Juan said I was ready. As I
collapsed to my side, I spilled the chicken feed around me. A chicken
appeared to be eating the feed around me, and I became strangely absorbed in
the vision. I heard Don Juan´s voice tell me, “You must let the chicken cross
the road into you. It is very painful, but for a man of knowledge it is
easy.”
Scott Cunningham: A chicken passes between the grasses, clucking. The wind
blows, and the chicken knows, *knows*, that this is the time. She puts her
energy into taking the steps, in harmony with the gravel and the stones of
the road. She is across; it is over, and the chicken stands in the field on
the other side of the road. Natural chicken crossing is unique among most
other branches of the art of chicken road crossing. It doesn´t require years
of collecting or fashioning coops, feeders or hen houses. Indeed, the most
important tools of natural chicken crossing are free: the road, the chicken
and you, your personal chicken power. You´re already familiar with it.
You´ve felt it. You *are* a chicken. Crossing the road is you, with your
chicken need. And, you can do it on your own. After all, who initiated the
first chicken?
Janet and Stewart Farrar: Since so many editions of Gardner´s Chicken Book of
Crossings have appeared in print (some accurate, some not), we think it won´t
“lay an egg” too much if we clearly present “The Chicken Crossing Rite,”
especially if we do so after two and half pages of well researched
introduction set in six-point type. In version A of the Chicken Crossing
Rite, we find many pseudo-archaisms (e.g.,”Yea, Ye Anciente Rite of Ye Chiks
and Ye Rodes is a moste powerful Crafting,taking thy athame...”); however,
Doreen Valiente notes (in version C, which is what we present), and we agree,
that underlying it all is a basic ritual for summoning the astral road
through the spirit of the Chicken (drawn down in the person of the High
Priestess, holding the black handled feed bin; of course, a second degree may
assist or perform the rite when.
Llewellyn´s Practical Chicken Magick Series: To some people, the idea that
“chickens crossing the road” is practical comes as a surprise. It shouldn´t.
The whole idea of Crossing the Road is practical for chickens. While Crossing
the Road is also, and properly so, concerned with spiritual growth and
psychological transformation—the “why” of crossing the road—every chicken´s
life must rest firmly on material roads. Crossing the Road is the flowering
of chicken potential. And the profits from publishing all those books on how
to do so? Well, that ain´t chicken feed.
Starhawk: The chicken crossed the road to reclaim the crossing experience,
the experience of being fully alive, with streams and earth and rocks and
road, in the fullness of her chickenhood after thousands of years of
roosterarchy. The chicken crossing the road—not a chicken laying eggs, not a
chicken being roasted and eaten—a chicken strong and free, crossing the road,
this is something I can believe in. We chickens, as chickens, can reclaim
this in harmony with the Earth who gives life to all chickens and Who has
been terribly scratched by roosters. Exercises: Dance the Spiral Chicken.
Doreen Valiente: Old Chicken really did exist, and she really did cross the
road. Gerald talked about her often, but she didn´t cross the road till
before I began studying with Gerald. Still there are records of Old Chicken
which confirm her reality. As for all the comments that Gerald had a “thing”
for chickens, that is simply not true. The reason we worked with chickens is
really quite simple: it worked!
Silver Raven Wolf: Although many times people have asked me why exactly the
chicken crossed the road, I often wonder myself. My point is that every
chicken comes to the road in a different way, and there is no one correct way
for the chicken to get to the road to be crossed. The study of crossing the
road is hard work if the chicken is going to develop any degree of
proficiency. It is not something where you can just cluck yourself across the
road. The first time my chicken crossed the road was for my chicken´s friend,
whose rooster was being abusive. The chicken worked the steps for crossing
the road after carefully considering all the reasons for crossing the road
and all the steps she would have to take. Finally, my chicken just started
clucking and flapping her wings and started across the road. When she reached
the other side, her friend´s rooster was respectful! Afterwards, the chicken
ate some corn to ground herself.
Mystress Angelique Serpent, http://www.domin8rex.com
Vancouver, B.C., Canada. Officially the most beautiful city in the world.
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