Muse as Magick # 2

here's another one of mine...."Vain Roses" melodic piano composition, just a fun practice take;  by Nicolette Stevens. 

Music as Magick

Shortly the next chapter in the paper I'm writing about Jerik's life will be available, but I'm also working on a lot of other things. My piano is at my Grandmother's house, and while visiting I finally got to play it again for a little bit. Music is one skill that I think also has a magical component, it touches both the maker and the listener on a deep level when it's really good. I'm perhaps not the most accomplished composer in the world, but I've written a few songs and have always felt moved in a spiritual way to do that. I managed to figure out how my webcam works and created a video of myself playing one of the first songs I ever wrote.

Initially, I started to write this piece after one of the brothers in a circle I was with passed away. I was pretty young at the time, and I looked up to the young man a great deal. His name was Pascal McGaffey, and he was a brilliant young man who played keyboards, wrote poetry, was an actor, and had also studied and performed dance as well. He was also one of the most magical souls I have met in my life, and I still miss him almost two decades later. As a friend he was deeply loyal and encouraging, and one of the things he always encouraged me to do was work more and more on my own music and poetry. I don't think I would have gotten this far if it wasn't for Pascal. here's the song I wrote for him, well, the piano part at least, if you're curious. One day I think I'm going to turn it into a Pagan symphony.

There were words a long time ago too, that no one knows. Roughly, the first part went like this:

Listen to the falling rain, dripping in the alley way,
Feel how it rests on my skin, hiding the tears again.
It's been so very long since we last had a cup of coffee,
And I wonder what you'd say to me, if you could hear my voice now.

Remember when, remember then, remember how I love you.
I'm falling down, there is no ground, I fear I'll drown, and I am lost without you.

In a far of castle high above the mist
I often wonder if you watch me sleeping.
There were better days before this lonely haze came
Me without you.

There was a time when your hand was clasping my hand,
And all both dark and bright in our souls met with our eyes,
That's when you smiled at me and said the circle's open,
But never broken, and I knew we'd meet again.

I remember how you took your coffee, what you said to me
and all the love we had.
I remember, all the vows and honor, 
and the promises we strive to keep.

Part Four- Hollywood and the Magician

 This article  is the work of Nicolette Stevens, also known as Sylviana and as Lady Jasmine. The source of this material is paraphrased from  Jerik Daenarson himself, both in person and through recorded interviews that took place in 2001. The photo of Jerik above is one I snapped one night on Jackson Square. This essay is the fourth chapter in a series telling Jerik's life story and history in the Pagan community. If you didn't read the first chapters, you can find them further down on the home page of this blog.

Hollywood and and the Magician

It was the mid 1960’s. After a brief period of living with his teacher and first spiritual mentor, Jerik decided to move on from Riverside, California. He had some friends and some good experiences there, but for a teenager Riverside seemed to be a fairly dull town. Jerik knew that there was a lot more glamor, glitz, and fun going on in Hollywood, and so he decided to move there for a while and see if it held more of the excitement he wanted from life. 

A new youth culture was almost exploding in America. Now having escaped “parent land” and having moved out of his teacher’s home, he was free to explore in a more independent way. Things were changing rapidly in the world around him as the sixties generation had its inception. People were starting to listen to bands like the Beatles and the Rolling Stones, they were dressing differently, and acting more liberally than the generation before. Young people were discovering rock and roll, and rallying for peace. They were also experimenting with drugs, which Jerik said “he would have thought was aspirin and some vitamins” at the time. Political ideals and values were changing, and being more openly discussed than in more conservative times. The youth culture was coming on, and the idea of ‘finding yourself’ and ‘discovering the world around you’ was in. Spiritual exploration was a big part of that. 

At the time, spiritual paths other than those of majority religions were beginning to be discussed more openly, especially among young people. Many books were published on Eastern paths and meditation, which included a lot of ideas and ideals that were new to the Western world. It was now possible to meet people like the Buddhist Dean Strong in everyday life, who he had gotten to know as his high school art appreciation teacher. 

Jerik had also already discovered the Norse myths as a child and declared himself Pagan, but had not yet met anyone else who was following a similar spiritual path. Around the same time, books about Wicca and Witchcraft started to appear along with literature about other spiritual systems, and many people began to explore Pagan ideals. Interestingly, there are a significant number of other Pagan traditions whose founders lived in that area of California during the sixties. The timing of Jerik’s entrance into the Pagan world makes him a contemporary of some very well-known people, who are looked at as the forerunners of the most respected traditions of modern Witchcraft and Paganism.

It was in the midst of those social changes and the atmosphere of spiritual exploration prevalent in the 1960’s that Jerik met his second mentor, who went by the name Kelly Green. Picture a slightly skinny 6’2” leprechaun with bright red hair, flashing blue eyes, and a bouncy manner of speaking and behaving. He was slightly self-depreciating, had a huge grin and a marvelous talent for sleight of hand, and was as down to earth as he was creative. At the time Jerik met him, he was the manager of a magic shop on Hollywood Boulevard. Not the kind of occult magic shop that sells crystals and books about witchcraft, but the kind where you can learn to pull a rabbit out of a hat. 

When Jerik met him, he introduced himself saying “Kelly the Wizard, at your service.” With a beaming theatrical smile. He saw him do a couple of tarot readings for people at a local coffee shop, and in that moment Kelly looked something like Merlin to Jerik, who wandered over to him said “I want learn how to do what you do.” And asked how he had learned to read. In a way, that is perhaps when Jerik’s life really began. The wizard responded “Oh no, it’s the soccer’s apprentice- your name isn’t Arthur is it?”, and in that moment he Jerik did become Kelly’s apprentice. 

When Jerik finally got invited to Kelly’s house, he thought it was like a movie set from Arabian nights. It was not like the Ashram, which was a place of celibacy, fasting and quiet meditation. There was a five foot bronze Chinese gong on a stand with a big gong banger; Persian carpets on the floor instead of couches, harem pillows of enormous sizes, velvet curtains, and giant aquarium with fish underneath the Titanic. It was like a walk in fantasy, and this was the wizard’s lair. 

Kelly was in many ways different from his previous mentor. For instance, he encouraged people to have a few vices, because it keeps them from feeling self-righteous about the vices of others. He believed that life was here to enjoy and share the enjoyment of it with others. He didn’t see sexuality as a form of negative attachment, or have anything against drinking, smoking, and eating meat.  Jerik remembered him saying “I’m not going to tell you to be celibate Jerik; calling on the hand of the Lord is just fine, getting laid is fine, falling in love fine. Please do it as often as you can. And don’t become a drunk Jerik, make love all you can while you’re young, and do your drinking when you get old. “

Having been adopted and raised in a Japanese American household, Kelly was very culturally diverse and also encouraged Jerik and other people around him to develop a sense of cultural diversity. He was a Netrean Buddhist, a ceremonial magician, and a Pagan. Each of those magical and spiritual paths came together in him and affected how he thought about life and what he taught his students.

Kelly Green also had a sense of responsibility to community. Jerik was a young, long haired hippie, and like many of his contemporaries found that sometimes made it hard to keep a regular job or find a stable living situation. Kelly had a spare room and took him in many times during his time as a student. Kelly invited him to stay both when he had problems with his circumstances, and when he experienced some medical problems. Both Kelly Green and Dean Strong had a deep sense of family that went beyond one’s relatives, and their influence shows in the way Jerik lived his life. Later when he was in a position to do so for others, Jerik was very inclined to take in and look after people he cared about, including the writer of this essay. 

Once, from “living in unclean circumstances with questionable people” he developed a serious illness, and Kelly was kind enough to let him stay for an extended period of time while he got better. During his convalescence Kelly introduced him to other literature that made an impact on him in a philosophical and spiritual way, and also books that motivated him to become a great writer who could paint a moving picture with vividly descriptive language.  He shared with him “Stranger in a Strange Land” by Robert Heinlien, “Lord of the Rings” by J.R. Tolkien, and Alan Watts “The Book on the Taboo Against Knowing Who You Are”.

Kelly was a fun and entertaining man, but he was also a hard master. Jerik said that “there was also a Japanese sensei in that leprechaun. Comparing magic to karate Jerik laughed, saying their relationship had moments where he would exuberantly ask something akin to “When are you going to teach me karate??” and his teacher would respond with something like “Rake the leaves.” Jerik was Kelly’s apprentice for a full year and a day. It should be noted that in many traditional settings of teaching the craft, a year and a day is a common period of study required for initiation to the first degree. 

Kelly Green was sometimes a rough mentor, but also very encouraging and compassionate. He was a great stressor of cleanliness and responsibility, which Jerik thought may have been really good for him and some of the other people that came up in his generation. He pointed out that having grown up in mostly conservative families, the kids of the sixties may have briefly forgotten some things in their new found independence and freedom, basic things that are good ideas for everyone. Jerik said the attitude was  something like “Wow, before we dropped out, we had to clean our rooms and stuff, but now, we don’t anymore. Peace, freedom, and grunge!” This apparently didn’t fly with Kelly.

While the mentality of young people in the mid 60’s may have had a few areas to mature in, the people of that generation were also vastly curious about the frontiers of consciousness. Jerik pointed out that it was an era in which great shifts and development of new kinds of thinking really started to happen. He referenced that this was the time in which the Carlo’s Castaneda books started to come out, the time which produced Timothy Leary and Richard Alpert, and some great music that people are still talking about. It was a time in which America became increasingly politically polarized, and a people who were also exploring religious and spiritual frontiers. He said “The American Neo-Pagan Movement gets its biggest infusion and maybe even part of its birth in this cycle of events.”

The story of Jerik’s time with Kelly is also a good example of the effect that one good teacher can have. Later, Jerik founded his own tradition, and was a master reader and palmist on Jackson Square for over 30 years. It’s incalculable just how many people Jerik must have read for in that period of time, and those are all people who he touched with skills that Kelly helped him to develop. Jerik went on to teach literally hundreds of students, and was a mentor of many different things. Many of his students went on to have students and circles of their own. He taught a lot of people how to read tarot, how to make a living at it, and how to be a Pagan Priest or Priestess in many different fashions. Jerik said “All Pagans should keep their word, their oath, and their values.”  In currents underneath those spiritual and magical practices he also taught people how to be an honorable member of a community, how to have values and live by them, how to have integrity.   

When people speak of Pagan lineage, it is like a family tree of teaching and sharing that has been passed down through many traditions by many people. It is sometimes useful to realize that if you have been taught something useful by someone, they also had to learn it somewhere and then develop their knowledge and skill beyond that through practice and experience. Sometimes such lineage is used to trace who has what initiations in what traditions and who has gone through what specific training, but perhaps this interlinked tree has a much greater meaning that is difficult to convey in words. If this man taught me something, I also recognize with gratitude those who taught him something. 

( This article is part of an ongoing effort by Jerik’s friends, family, and students; to create a proper memorial for him and preserve his stories and writing as he wished. Cody Allison and I are working on this along with other friends, and would be happy to include material and memories by others who had a connection to him, and to his tradition which was called Southshire. Please feel free to contact either of us to share your comments; memories, class notes, experiences, and any other writing from Jerik that it may be shared in honor of our friend. Thank you! ) 

Part 3- Jerik's First Spiritual Mentor

 This article  is the work of Nicolette Stevens, also known as Sylviana and as Lady Jasmine. The source of this material is paraphrased from  Jerik Daenarson himself, both in person and through recorded interviews that took place in 2001. This essay is the third chapter in a series telling Jerik's life story and history in the Pagan community. If you didn't read part one and two, you can find them here: 

Part 1: Jerik's Early History and Conversion to Paganism 

Part 2: Jerik's Early Spiritual Influences

Part 3 - A First Spiritual mentor

During his high school years Jerik briefly became a part of the Air Force, in which he served and underwent basic training for about two months. He was then given an honorable discharge and sent home, having gone through basic training and been found psychologically in-adaptable to military life at the age of 17. He later thought of his military experience as something that proved to be the big gym class in Texas, which he had gone to as a way to avoid being with his parents. 

Upon returning he was a student at North Vista High School in Riverside California. He signed up for an art appreciation class, looking mostly for an easy class to pass. At the first class meeting in walked a teacher by the name of Dean Strong, with piercing blue eyes and a marine crew cut, almost like that of an eastern monk with a nearly shaven head. Jerik’s hope of an easy class went out the window but his curiosity grew, as the teacher began his introduction. He said “This is going to be the toughest class you ever took. I’m going to teach you to not only see colors, but to see their auras. I’m going to teach you about symbols and art…” and went on charismatically about the subject.

A student who was more familiar with the teacher interrupted him and asked excitedly if he was the same Dean Strong who was an all American football player, and the teacher answered “Yes, but that was a long time ago.” Jerik noticed that the way he answered the question was soft and almost humble, certainly not what you would expect from a big well known jock, and that the teacher seemed to almost shine with an aura of light around him. 

Dean Strong became Jeriks favorite teacher, and had always shown him kindness and wisdom. It came to pass one day that Jerik had another parting of the ways with his parents, and so when he hit a troubled spot and was basically trying to run away from home, he went to ask his teacher for advice. The teacher told him that he could not officially help him, but invited him to come to his ashra.  There, Dean introduced him to his wife, who lived in a separate house. Jerik started to realize then that there was something really strange about this teacher’s life. 

“What’s an 'ashram' ”? Jerik asked him. The teacher responded “A Spiritual Center”. Jerik started to notice pictures that were on display, and asked Mr. Strong if they were pictures of him. The teacher went on to say “Yes, I like to think of them as images of my slain former selves.” They were an unusual and dramatic display. He had been a carrier fighter pilot in the Korean war, and an all American football star, but had experienced some kind of deep spiritual conversion. He then studied in India and Tibet, lost over a hundred pounds, became celibate and vegetarian, and walked an eastern path that leads to Buddha-hood and the overcoming of Maya. Dean Strong had also studied at the Bauhaus in Germany, where he developed his knowledge of art and symbolism. It was this man with his wide and varied experiences who exposed Jerik to the idea of the evolution of the spirit and the true evolution of a person. 

When talking about working with the friend and teacher he went to stay with, he tried to convey just how different this was from anything he had been exposed to in his young life. “I’m a big blond Norseman. I like broadswords, burgers and blonde’s at this time in my life, and also redheads and brunettes. It’s awfully alien for a Viking to be dropped off at the ashra and told that he has to touch the tip of his tongue to the roof of his mouth and vibrate in the following fashion, and my legs don’t even bend that way…” 

Yet, Jerik needed to be someplace other than the home of his parents, and felt safe and comfortable with the charismatic teacher who became a marvelous friend to him. He remembered with awe that he had a magnificent library and meditation center, filled with statuary of the eastern Buddha and other spiritual figures, and a domed skylight overhead that filled the room with light from above. It was there that Jerik learned about Yoga and different styles of meditation. He had also never fasted before, but Dean put him on a melon fast for several days to help purge his body of toxins, as well as having him try the sauna for its cleansing steam and benefits of relaxation. He taught him about Prana Yoga breathing exercises, and several disciplines of meditation.  He studied with the man for only a little while, but got a great deal out of it. 

In the end he came to the realization that it wasn’t his path, but he tried. It was the beginning of his study in eastern philosophy and meditation, which consisted of several disciplines of yoga and the reading of esoteric and eastern texts that always had an aim towards the evolution of the spirit and going beyond the wheel of karma. Jerik found Dean Strong to be a very marvelous and transcendental man, but also discovered quickly that this wasn’t his path, that he could not walk in Buddha footsteps. He did however respect the path, and he respected the man who was teaching him so many things about spirituality and life. Dean got Jerik started on the turn inward part of spiritual evolution, where we learn not only to look in the external world for our symbols of deity, but we start looking within.

This teacher also got him interested in other ideas as well that he had not previously been exposed to, such as astral projection and other spiritual phenomena. Dean spent a lot of time in meditation, and seemed to be able to do things that other people could not or did not know how to do. The spectrum of his knowledge was far reaching. Even in teaching art appreciation at school, he exposed the students to ideas that were new for them, by doing things like teaching them techniques to see auras around the paintings they studied. Some of the ideas Dean had resonated deeply with Jerik and gave him a spiritual foundation that was different than that of his parents and family. Jerik said that he credited his very nurturing Great Aunt and Great Uncle with starting him on the path, and then his teacher Dean Strong as his first real spiritual mentor. 

( This article is part of an ongoing effort by Jerik’s friends, family, and students; to create a proper memorial for him and preserve his stories and writing as he wished. Cody Allison and I are working on this along with other friends, and would be happy to include material and memories by others who had a connection to him, and to his tradition which was called Southshire. Please feel free to contact either of us to share your comments; memories, class notes, experiences, and any other writing from Jerik that it may be shared in honor of our friend. Thank you, Nicolette Stevens. ) 
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Part 2 - Jerik's Early Spiritual Influences

( This article  is the work of Nicolette Stevens, also known as Sylviana and as Lady Jasmine. The source of this material is paraphrased from  Jerik Daenarson himself, both in person and through recorded interviews that took place in 2001. This essay is the second chapter in a series telling Jerik's life story and history in the Pagan community. If you didn't read part one, you can find it here: http://modern-witchcraft.blogspot.com/2012/04/more-about-jerik-his-early-history-and.html )

Jerik’s Grandparents didn’t live in California and he never got to meet them, but he had a wonderful Great Aunt Hattie and Uncle John who provided that kind of nurturing and loving influence to him. They fulfilled all the Grand-parenting functions that a child could want, and Jerik felt later that that the Grand-parenting influence is important to children in their spiritual development of what will follow in terms of nurturing souls, while not spoiling them. He could go stay at their house on weekends, and for the rest of his life felt that the time he spent with them profoundly shaped his life in good ways. 

She was a retired schoolteacher, and encouraged him to develop a love of reading. She gave him books that he still remembered in his late years as having an effect on him, causing him to focus more on mythology, folklore, and history. His Uncle was also kind and fathering in a way that was very different from what he experienced at home. They were Christian, but their approach to religion and spirituality was also very different from what he had experienced. 

They went to what was called a Community Church, and if he stayed on weekends they invited him to go along with them to church and Sunday school. This was different, as it was an invitation rather than a demand, and he remembered this many years later as very relevant. Their church was non-sectarian and liberal in its interpretation, and very welcoming. His Aunt would ask “Would you like to go to Sunday School with us”, and at first he sheepishly answered “No, not particul-lar-larrrly.”, remembering his other earlier experiences that made him think Jesus was the guy that punished you if you fell off your bicycle. Instead of being forceful, they wouldn’t make him go, but instead she would ask sweetly “Oh, Come on, do it for me? You don’t have to go if you don’t want to.” Even to a child that seemed like an extraordinary difference, and he liked his Great Aunt and Uncle, so he went and discovered that they followed a version of Christianity that seemed very different and made him curious. 

In this church a person called a Minister would give a sermon, but the minister was not like “Preacher Billy-Bob Brimstone” The man smiled a lot, and opened his sermon with the idea that “God is Love.” He went on to tell the congregation that if we really love God, if we love Jesus, we show it by loving each other and by the good things we do. He taught that Christ is an example of how we should live; and is not punishing, but all forgiving. Then they would sing little songs together, like “Jesus Loves Me” , meant to trigger a response in the people to show love for  each other, and other good things like kindness, charity, and compassion. 

This was a totally different kind of church service than the one’s Jerik had seen in the church his parents went to, as the messages were not about things like hellfire and conversion. He discovered that he was not enemies with this Community Church God, who seemed very different than the God his parents feared and sometimes used as a threat. The sermons at the Community Church were simply reminders that we come from a god of love who is friendly and loving, and that we should be that way too.  In this church the messages were about being good to one another. Church services were a pleasant time spent in “the temple of a compassionate God”, who was friendly, filled with love, and forgiving of our mistakes.

The same Aunt, who was a retired schoolteacher, took particular interest in influencing Jerik to develop a love of learning and an interest in folklore and history that continued for his entire life. From what he said of her, she sounded like a very intelligent and deeply philosophical and open-minded woman, especially for her time. Sometimes he would ask her questions, which she delighted in answering in ways that made him think. He remembered that she had a lot of pictures, many of them of relatives from way-back-when. One picture she had was of Napoleon, which she kept in her glass bookcase. He asked her if that was also a picture of an old relative, and she smiled and explained to him that “No, it was a picture of Napoleon Bonaparte”. Curiously, he wanted to know if he was a great man. His Aunt responded “Great and Infamous”. She went on to explain, “I keep him there because he’s a symbol of How far a person can rise from nothing and how much damage they can do when they fall back again.”

He remembered that she gave him in particular two books he felt influenced him and his interests greatly. One was Charlotte Yonge’s “Book of Golden Deeds”, and included short versions of interesting historical stories like Brave Heart, and the 300 Spartans at Thermophile. She also gave him a copy of Richard Halliburton’s “Book of Marvels”, which was written by an early 20^th century explorer and photographer who went to all kinds of amazing places that he shared as a fun narrative for children. In the book he shared pictures and stories about exploring places like Pompeii, and made the history approachable to curious young boys and girls with vivid imagery. He brought kids in with adventurous and interesting invitations such like “I’m going to go visit the lost city of Pompeii, would you like to come with me? I don’t have any boys and girls of my own, so I’ll take you with me, we have my camera- so come on, let’s go see the ancient roman city the volcano swallowed!” Profusely illustrated with black and white pictures the book showed him places like Montipichu, Pompeii, Troy, and covered the seven wonders of the ancient world. It was these books that initially influenced him to broaden his cultural perspective. 

Jerik had declared himself Pagan, which remained his lifelong path. His parents could make him go to church and sometimes did, but he never converted to baptism or other forms of Christianity. Sometimes his interests and perspectives got him into a little trouble, as they do for many Pagan young people. For instance he remembered going to church near Easter once as a boy with his parents, and the kids were shown imagery of Jesus suffering on the cross. When asked what he thought about it, he blurted with an innocent excitement that he thought the Roman Centurion’s had a really neat crested helmet and he liked his armor- which was perhaps not the answer they were looking for. 

His relationship with his Great Aunt and Uncle continued to be very good however, and he read practically everything they could put in front of him. By the age of nine he had read the Iliad and the Odyssey, and all the childhood classics. By the age of ten he was reading Shakespeare, Bullfinches Mythology, and Hamilton’s Mythology.  These works of history, mythology and folklore influenced his sense of theology, as well as developing a broad interest in the perspectives of many cultures. It was at this age that he made a Theological decision he never reversed. "All gods are real, all paths are real to the people walking them, but there can be more than one version even of the same god."

He saw that time period as very initiatory, those experiences at the beginning of his path which created his background and gave him a place to start. It developed in him a lifelong passion which made him a collector of legends, a folklorist and historian at heart. He described his Uncle John Offield * and his Aunt Hattie Macdonald-Offield * as the most loving mentors a person could ever have, and for him their memory became sacred forever. They were decent Christian people who opened his eyes to the world around him, to the heritage of what had been before and the history of the world, and gave him an eye to the future and the idea that education is everything. Although he did not adopt their path, he learned many good values and spiritual ideals from them, and their influence on his interests in history and culture broadened his horizons in ways that opened many doors for him. It was these initial steps that began at the age of eight which shaped him and his direction in life, and he was forever grateful. 

This was long before Jerik perused his Pagan path with many more years of study and practice, but deeply affected who he was as a person and what he believed. He influenced many people later as a teacher and High Priest, and as the founder of his own tradition which grew and shaped many others. In his time he taught literally hundreds of students. Every one of Jerik’s students, whether they know it or not, was affected by his own humble beginnings. He is still teaching, in a way, through the material he has left behind as a legacy to be shared by those who it might help to grow. That is why I think it’s important in studying his work (or the work of any Elder of the Craft) to have some understanding of his personal history and background. If Jerik taught you something or affected your life, then you have in some way been not only touched by him, but by these other people and situations that made him who he was.

(* Note:The four names that connect to Jerik’s family line are Alpine, Macdonald, Daenarson and Offield. I am unsure as to whether the correct spelling of the last surname is Afield or Offield. )

( This article is part of an ongoing effort by Jerik’s friends, family, and students; to create a proper memorial for him and preserve his stories and writing as he wished. Cody Allison and I are working on this along with other friends, and would be happy to include material and memories by others who had a connection to him, and to his tradition which was called Southshire. Please feel free to contact either of us to share your comments; memories, class notes, experiences, and any other writing from Jerik that it may be shared in honor of our friend. Thank you, Nicolette Stevens. )