I looked over this blog yesterday, just after I’d posted the Bitchcraft rant. I realised that I’m ranting a lot. There is a lot about our community at the moment that saddens me, that disappoints me, that irritates me and rubs me up the wrong way.
So I looked around to try and find something useful and positive to write about. NOT the copy and paste or shared nauseating memes and “inspirational” quotes that flood social media. Something that I could call genuinely positive in our ‘community’.
It was hard to find anything.
In one group about a Festival coming up, there was an offer of a Gnostic Mass by the OTO. That had potential as a positive, but freakouts and assumptions followed - based on “she might have her tits out and we’re a family-friendly thing”. I find that sad for a group that claims to be so open to anything. Not to mention the foot-stomping by someone who claims to have stepped back from that festival and has only attended one in several years.
I saw a flounce and denunciations of negativity from another group after someone thought they were doing a public service, but didn’t read the group rules of how to go about it. They were informed politely that this was how it was supposed to be done, but apparently, a link to something Maxine Sanders has done overrides all group rules.
I saw a tantrum (followed by wildly inaccurate justifications) from a supposed elder after being caught out doing something silly.
I saw plagiarism and associated threats (drama optional).
I saw another inaccurate representation of a community service I was involved with years ago - from the person who decided her own unrealistic and bigoted standards were more important than community.
I saw intelligent discussion of a community issue descend into pointless name-calling and abuse.
I heard about adventures at Pantheacon - a large American Pagan Convention (as far as I can tell) that was mostly stories about they dealt with or avoided some of the challenging twits who come along.
The useful and positive things I have heard about this week have come from phone calls with friends. One is doing a wonderful service to another in a magical setting, but being the person he is, it’s all kept quiet. In doing this service to her, he is also getting wonderful service from her as I know he feels isolated magically as well as geographically.
I saw a man I respect handle a difficult situation with more grace and honour than the situation deserved. Although, again this was kept private.
Why is it that the truly useful and positive things are so hidden? Humility from those who genuinely do these things may be some of it, but others who know also keep their mouths shut.
Could it be that too many others would step in and taint it with their accusations of ulterior motives? That they would twist and warp a positive thing until it seems sinister. I know such things happen, I’ve been on the receiving end of it often enough.
Is ‘Tall Poppy Syndrome’ so bad that we have to hide our lights out of fear that we’d be knocked down next?
Is the fault with me? Is it that I don’t see the small positives that are going on all around? Do I only see the negative, the nasty and the disheartening because that’s what I’m expecting to see?
Right now, this whole thing makes me feel old and tired and sad.