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In The News:
A 47-year-old in New Jersey was charged with eight counts of animal cruelty after the remains of numerous animals, including chickens, guinea hens and a turtle, were found in his yard earlier this month. According to a member of the SPCA, the man admitted he killed the animals as part of a Santeria sacrifice. A few other live animals were found on the property, which were supposedly being kept to be sacrificed later.
This guy is facing eight-counts of animal cruelty, each count carrying a possible six-month jail term and a fine of $1,000. That’s potentially 4-years in jail and $8,000 in fines. Yikes. The charges are to be heard in municipal court on April 19th. I hope for his sake that they go easy on him.
I know some of you must be wondering what happened to freedom-of-religion and why he’s being threatened with jail time for just practicing his religion. The short answer is, this has nothing to do with the religion.
Regardless of why they are killed, if the animals are not treated humanely, there’s a risk being charged with animal cruelty. That’s yet another reason people shouldn’t attempt this stuff on their own. If he’s essentially just tossing the remains out into his yard after the sacrifice, that sounds a bit suspect to me.
Though I’m sure there’s a bit more to the story, I couldn’t find much more in the way of details. I’d like to assume that a priest would be a bit smarter about how the animals are kept, sacrificed, and disposed of, but I guess you never know.
I just hate how the only way the religion gets talked about in the news is typically in association with animal sacrifices or some lone nut-job. I guess it’s to be expected, though. I mean, how often do you hear about Catholicism without at least a comment or two involving priests and young children? Every religion has its own equivalent, I guess. If anyone comes across some positive press to help balance out these stories a bit, please send a link or two my way.
In Entertainment:
A few days ago, I wrote a blog post about a recent episode of a reality show that had a small segment taking place in the Yoruba-Orisha Baptist Church in New York. A few weeks ago, when I first saw a preview of the episode, I was sure it was going to be something involving Santeria. How could it not? There was drumming, people had head-coverings, and there even seemed to be some dancing. I Google’d the heck out of it, but I couldn’t find anything beyond a baptism and a visit to a church. Assuming I was wrong, I didn’t bother watching the episode until a few days ago. As soon as I saw the sign on the front of the church, I was absolutely ecstatic. I mean, for the size of the Santeria culture in New York, it’s amazing how little exposure they get on any of these shows that take place there. I was a little bummed when I saw how heavy the Christian overtones were, but I was still hopeful when I spotted a couple people with beads on under the shirts or some of the figurines and statues in back. Ultimately, they didn’t stay at the church for long. The goal was to visit the church and have the baby receive a blessing. As soon as the parents heard the word “baptism”, though, they got flighty. Part of it was concern over the child potentially being baptised at a church they don’t belong to. The main reason seemed to be just a general discomfort with the child being passed around among a bunch of strangers. Mothers of newborns are protective of their children, and rightfully so.
I found a dozen or so comments from people wanting to “warn” others about the church and its apparent affiliation with Santeria. By now, I’ve come to expect that.
What surprised me, though, were some comments from the other side of the fence.
In one post, the author chastises the parents for not knowing to cover their heads and gawking at the “exotic” attire of the people at the church.
That really bugged me. Did they look out of their element? Definitely. But they also commented on how beautiful everyone was dressed, how nice they were, and how fun the place seemed. There really didn’t seem to be any malice behind it. Not only was their reaction pretty normal to a new situation like that, but I felt like it was probably better than most.
Again, this is another example where people trying to defend the religion are really just shooting themselves in the foot, it seems.
Personally, I had nothing against the way they handled themselves in the church. My issue was only with how non-ATR the church seemed to be. I’m sure that was mostly because of the camera crew and publicity that the visit was bringing, but even with it being a Baptist church, I’d rather see a few more beads and a few less crucifixes, myself.
Accidental Aborisha:
As some of you know already from my blog, I don’t really consider myself a typical practitioner. Sometimes I feel like I wound up here by accident and one day I’ll get a reading from the orisha saying something along the lines of, “Oops! My mistake. I’m terribly sorry for the inconvenience.”
I found my way to this religion by following a somewhat zig-zaggy path of beliefs, practices, and curiosities. This is the only thing that has really stuck.
Aside from those who I’ve flat-out told about my religious inclinations, many people probably assume I’m an atheist. I guess I just don’t give off that “religious” vibe.
I don’t have much issue when it comes to understanding the fundamentals… and, except for my pronunciation at times, I’m usually pretty good with names and terms and stuff. I’m usually a quick-learner, even if I do struggle a bit when it comes to some of the more artistic aspects of the religion. Really, though, I’d consider myself pretty well-suited for an initiatory religion like this.
The thing is, though, when it comes to the belief side of things, well… it gets a bit complicated.
When family, friends, or co-workers hear about my interest and involvement in the religion, the initial reaction is usually that of mild amusement. I’ve always had pretty diverse interests, so they usually aren’t too surprised. Once they find out how long I’ve been involved with it or that I’m saving up money to become a priest, though, their tone typically changes to that of concern.
For one, I guess I don’t fit the usual mental image people have for someone involved in Santeria. Maybe they expect someone of Latin or African decent. Maybe they expect some confused teenager. Or someone dying of cancer. Or in prison. I have no idea. But whatever their idea of what a Santeria practitioner should be, I’m not it.
Next, there’s the issue of belief. Through talking about the religion, topics such as the orisha, divination, possession, and that sort of thing eventually get brought up. This leads to the question of, “Do you actually believe that stuff?” I never know quite how to answer.
I’ve always been a bit jealous of the folks who have that strong conviction of “knowing” when it comes to the religion. They unquestioningly know the orisha are real, know the results of their divination will help them in the future, and they just accept it unconditionally. I’m definitely not in this group. One day, maybe, but not yet.
There are also people who believe. It’s similar to the previous group, but different. When you know something, you don’t have to put a lot of effort into it because it just is. To me, belief takes work. It requires faith and maybe a bit of hope. It also seems like it’s not just about wanting something to be true, but about needing it to be true. I don’t think I really fall into that category.
I’m not sure how I’d classify myself, to be honest..
I certainly don’t know… I might not even believe…. Instead, I just do.
I make offerings to eggun, I talk to Elegua, and I adhere to my readings, and all of that other stuff. I do it because it works for me. If you ask me why, I can probably give you lots of explanations, but probably nothing very convincing.
It’s not that I disbelieve any of it, really. I just know how I am… My mind can offer up plenty of rational excuses for just about anything.
I remember when I had my first reading. I was convinced there was some trick to it, some pattern that I could figure out, or some way it could be explained logically It was the same when I saw my first mount. Obviously the person was faking it, right? I mean, everyone seemed to know everyone else and people love to gossip… It seemed like the obvious explanation — though one I certainly kept to myself.
Thinking like that can quickly make this religion — or any, for that matter — pretty dull.
Rather than trying to rationalize what goes on in the religion, I’ve just learned to sort of side-step it and move on.
The same holds true for my spirituality in general. I have no problem having a mental conversation with my muerto, but if I was put on the spot and asked whether I believe in spirits, I’d be hard-pressed to give a definitive answer one way or the other.
Like I said, it’s complicated….
Final Thoughts:
One thing that is not complicated is the donation page for YearInWhite.com…
I know it’s a shameless plug, but it seems to help.
Laura H. was this month’s contributor… Thank you, Laura. I’m not saying your donation got me motivated enough to put out another podcast episode, but let’s just say it certainly didn’t hurt.
Even with these few donations of a couple dollars at a time, it really does bring a smile to my face when listeners of the podcast or readers of the blog contribute money to my Ocha Fund.
Assuming I don’t have any major financial burdens this year, I’m currently about six-months away from my goal.
I hope I’m allowed to continue with this podcast — or at least the blog — during my year as an iyawo. We’ll see. I still have quite a bit of time to work out the details on that, I suppose.
Especially with the blog, it’s been helpful for me to be able to look back and see how far I’ve come. It’s also interesting seeing what views of mine have and haven’t changed.
Until next time….
Maferefún eggun.
Maferefún orisha.