Book of Gen

~ Growing up in a Magickal Home * Magickal Records * Mother's Work * Grandmother's Wisdom~

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You have to do your own growing,
no matter how tall your grandfather was. -Irish Proverb

My Book of Gen is the fourth book of my inclusive Book of Shadows. On paper it is divided again will be two sections; on half will hold my mother's work and the work my foster sister and I did with her. The other half is my Magickal Records.

What is the Book of Gen?

It is a book that hasn't been written yet. It is a collection of writings that have not been organized in to a language that is understandable. The title - the Book of Gen was what Mother called her writings. It was short for the Book of Generations. I think it came from a poem that Grandmother wrote recounting the Irish tradition of keeping our oral history as living books in the bards of each generation. Mother's contributions would add to that meaning, the title of The Book of Genetic Inheritance. I have yet to fulfill a vow regarding this book.

Until then, these pages will recount my life growing up in a magical household; a transcription of my magickal workings, my successes and failures; an outline of Mother's work and some of Grandmother's wisdom.

Mother would have loved Joseph Campbell. In her words, he was probably one of the "bands of pilgrims" who we were told were working on the same philosophies that she was working on. I agree with her, as evidenced in the following quote from him that might have been one of hers - it so closely states the same message...

We carry [the unconscious] within ourselves forever. All the ogres and secret helpers of our nursery are there, all the magic of childhood. And more important, all the life-potentialities that we never managed to bring to adult realization, those other portions of ourselves, are there; for such golden seeds do not die. If only a portion of that lost totality could be dredged up into the light of day, we should experience a marvelous expansion of our powers, a vivid renewal of life. We should tower in stature. - Joseph Campbell

Mother's goal was to define a way of dredging up those golden seeds. To draw the map of how that might be done. I was to take that map, created from our work in her circle, and write a theory of how that might be done. A goal I have not yet reached for the same dilemma that Campbell questions in The Hero with a Thousand Faces...he asks, How does one teach
... again,... what has been taught correctly and incorrectly; learned a thousand times, throughout the millenniums of mankind's prudent folly? That is the hero's ultimate difficult task. How [to] render back into light-world language the speech-defying pronouncements of the dark? ... How [to] communicate to people who insist on the exclusive evidence of their senses, the message of the all-generating void? ... As dreams that were momentous by night may seem simply silly in the light of day, so the poet and the prophet can discover themselves playing the idiot before a jury of sober eyes.
That is my poet's journey. To sift through a decade's worth of study, two decades old, with incomplete notes, to retrieve that which is lost to memory, to find the language to communicate what may seem silly in the light of day...that is my incomplete task. I must say, that it is a daunting one.

2004 - 2010 Ardriana Cahill

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