“Sacrifice is the fuel of this world”
Is it possible, in a cacophony of demagogues and witch hunts, for one’s imagination to run wild and rewild? Is it saccharine to hope for a rewilding of the collective consciousness? Can we be romantics as we race extinction? One might argue that the apocalyptic forces at hand cannot be subdued by art, spells, or other incantations. However, if we’re constantly distracted by the ticking of the doomsday clock, how can we silence the din and focus on creating something that is regenerative and chimerical? On the subject of rewilding witchcraft, Peter Grey remarks that the pagan practice situates itself where people and “spirits parlay through the penetrated body of someone who is outside of the normal rules of culture … [It is] grounded in the land, in the web of spirit relationships, in plant and insect and animal and bird. This is where we must orientate our actions.” Let’s look, then, for a safe place where such actions may pullulate. If the sanctuary does not yet exist, we can build it at the crossroads.
Mark Ambrose Harris, The Alchemical Properties of an Enchantment: Wanderlust and Other Promiscuities