Mabon

Friday 9/21/18

Happy Mabon! May we all receive the brightest blessings of the harvest!

This has been a busy week! Monday morning I had a long Skype conference with Gypsy and Jerrie Hildebrand to brainstorm ideas regarding my coming to Salem. Planning on me doing readings, talks, classes, workshops, etc. They want to make this a big deal! Then Kim took me for a fabulous seafood lunch at the Rock Bass Grill, right on the wide Susquehanna River. As on my entire travels so far, the weather has been beautiful.

Tuesday we drove around searching for a Best Buy to repair Kim’s laptop, which had been drowned when her basement flooded in the recent big rains. Our GPS said there was a Best Buy in the huge Capital City mall, but when we got there we learned that it had been gone for some time, though it was still shown on the “You Are Here” map—along with restrooms which also were no longer there. The vast space was largely empty of customers, as was the parking lot. How can they stay in business? We never did find a Best Buy, and Kim’s laptop and printers are still all dead.

On Wednesday Kim drove us to various local places of interest. We had a lovely swim and laid about on the tiny beach at Pinchot Park Lake. We had stromboli for lunch, and then went by TMI (Three Mile Island) nuclear power plant (which is due to finally be decommissioned in a month or so). We hiked up Chique Hill to the overlook, then stopped off at Indian Steps archaeological park (sadly, the museum was closed for the day by the time we got there)…

Yesterday Kim and I drove to Conestoga to visit with my dear friends Julia Moonchild and Eddie Garcia. I met them 5-6 years ago when they brought me out to do a book-signing at their store, Metaphysion, which is now closed. We totally hit it off, and it was they who turned me on to the trippy Dr. Seuss Halloween Grinch video. Julia is a fabulous cook, and she made us her special plantain totos to go with pork chops and Spanish rice. She’s from Puerto Rico, and it turns out that we both know well a Taino Shaman there named Miguel Sague, who contributed to an e-book I wrote with Harvey Wasserman on “2012: Apocalypse or Apotheosis?” This year at Starwood, Harv and I shared a panel on politics with Miguel’s son, also named Miguel.

This evening we’re going on a haunted hayride!

Tomorrow (Sat.) we’re dressing up in full regalia for the local Pagan Pride Day in York, where Kim is vending.

And Sunday is the Pennsylvania Renaissance Faire. Afterwards Kim and Shawn are taking me to dinner at the Catacombs at Bubes brewery right here in Mount Joy.Fun!

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Eastern Pennsylvania

Sunday 9/16/18

As you know, I’m currently in eastern PA. Last night was a huge fund-raising event put on in my honor by Kim Consoli and her Order of Avalon. It was held outdoors, at a local farm in Lebanon, PA, with a wide creek running behind the vending area. Around 60-70 people attended. There was vending, feasting, live music (3 bands!), dancing, raffles, auction, a Mabon ritual, fire-spinning, bonfire, etc. I sold all my remaining copies of “The Wizard & The Witch,” and gave a short talk on “Awakening into Quantum Consciousness.”

It was great to finally meet Silver Ravenwolf, as we’ve had friendly communications for nearly 30 years—since she created the WPPA (Wiccan/Pagan Press Alliance), for which Green Egg won numerous awards back in the ‘90s. But we’d never actually met face-to-face before last night! She was delightful, and told me about her current book project about the PowWow tradition.

The event concluded at midnight with a moving toast to both Morning Glory and me for our life’s work for the Pagan Community. The degree of honoring was really overwhelming.

By the time we got everything broken down and packed into the car, dropped off the photographer, and got back to Kim’s house, it was 2:00 in the morning. Kim made us all some midnight munchies, and it was 3:am when I finally crawled into bed.

We all got up late, Kim made coffee and breakfast, I got caught up with my email and messages, and musician Jimmy Clark and I had a long business meeting around his doing awesome covers of Gwydion’s songs. His main current project is an ambitious creation of music videos for each of the 22 Tarot Major Arcana, and he’s recruited me to portray “The Hermit” (#9) which we plan to film at David Donohue’s place in Barto, PA, on Oct. 5.

Satyrday

Satyrday 9/15/18

Tonight is the big bash that Kim is throwing in my honor from 6:pm-midnite with her store, The Order of Avalon. It’ll be at a beautiful farm in Lebanon, PA. Musician Jimmy Clark has done an amazing job planning and coordinating the program, which includes pot-luck feasting, book-signing, Mabon ritual, group meditation, music & dancing with three bands, fire-spinning, raffles, auction, and a talk by me on “The Awakening”… The Press will be covering it, with photos, video, and maybe even a drone. So far over 100 people have said they’re coming, including Silver Ravenwolf. This should be amazing!

Thursday I received a much-needed massage from Neil, one of Maedelyn’s housemates, who is staying there recovering from cancer surgery. Also living there is Will, Maedelyn’s long-time paramour, and Littlefox, who helps with housekeeping, cooking, etc. A delightful group household, much like MG and I used to have at RavenHaven and Shady Grove.

Neil took me out for lunch, and a visit to his regular home—an apartment among many in a magnificent labyrinthine mansion built by John Uri Lloyd (1849-1936), a Cincinnatti “pharmacognocist” and pharmaceutical manufacturer, and author of the remarkable 1895 allegorical sci-fi novel, “Etidorhpa (Aphrodite spelled backwards), or, the end of the earth: the strange history of a mysterious being and the account of a remarkable journey.”

According to Wikipedia, “The book purports to be a manuscript dictated by a strange being named “I-Am-The-Man” to a man named Llewyllyn Drury. Drury’s adventure culminates in a trek through a cave in Kentucky into the core of the Earth. Ideas presented in Etidorhpa include practical alchemy, secret Masonic orders, the Hollow Earth theory, and the concept of transcending the physical realm.” The book spawned a cult following, and was translated into seven languages.

Thursday evening we binge-watched the first half-dozen episodes of “Strange Angel,” a superb miniseries about Jack Parsons (1914–1952), early rocket scientist, founder of JPL and the entire US space program, and a Thelemite occultist whose involvement with Aleister Crowley, the OTO, and L. Ron Hubbard is well-known in Pagan circles. Parsons died in a mysterious explosion in his lab on June 17, 1952.

I spent all day Friday driving nearly 500 miles to Kim’s house in eastern PA, arriving in time for dinner and a fun evening hanging out with Kim, her partner Shawn, Jimmy Clark, David, and “Mom.” Jimmy and David were rehearsing the music for the bash, and Jimmy played me some of the songs he’d already recorded for his ambitious Tarot Trumps project (for which he wants me to play the Hermit for the video), and a number of his fabulous covers of Gwydion’s songs.

I’ll be staying here for the next few weeks, before moving on to Salem in early October, where I’ll be spending the winter with Gypsy…

Travel Spell

Travel Spell
by OZ 9/14/18

The road ahead is clear before me;
Dame Fortuna favors me.
May the journey home restore me
To the one I’m meant to be.

My Mission in this indefinite Walkabout is to travel around the country making personal visits with old and new friends and lovers, interspersed with book-signings and talks at Pagan stores and gatherings. Previously people who wanted to meet me had to come to me. Now I’m coming to you! (or at least to a Pagan venue in your neighborhood). I am being supported on this journey (gas, food, motels, car maintenance…) by generous donations, particularly via my Patreon page: https://www.patreon.com/oberonzell

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All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

–J. R. R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring