Rewilding Witchcraft

On the ten year anniversary of the online publication of Rewilding Witchcraft I have been prompted by my friend Rhyd Wildermuth to repost the essay, which remains provocative, harrowing and salient.

Wild woman with a unicorn (Queen of the Animals from the Small Playing Cards), Master ES (c. 1460)

How tame we have become. How polite our witchcraft. In our desire to harm none we have become harmless. We have bargained to get a seat at the table of the great faiths to whom we remain anathema. How much compromise have we made in our private practice for the mighty freedom of being able to wear pewter pentagrams in public, at school, in our places of employment. How much have the elders sold us out, genuflecting to the academy, the establishment, the tabloid press. In return for this bargain we have gained precisely nothing. The supposed freedoms we have been granted are empty. Late capitalist culture simply does not care what our fantasy dress up life is like as long as we work our zero hour contracts, carry our mobile phones and keep consuming. The reason that social services are not taking your children away is that nobody believes in the existence of the witch. We have mistaken social and economic change for the result of our own advocacy. Marching in lock-step with what used to be called mainstream, but is now monoculture, we have disenchanted ourselves, handed over our teeth and claws and bristling luxuriant furs. I will not be part of this process, because to do so is to be complicit with the very forces that are destroying all life on earth. It is time for witchcraft not to choose, but to remember which side it is on in this struggle.

I will argue that witchcraft is quintessentially wild, ambivalent, ambiguous, queer. It is not something that can be socialised, standing as it does in that liminal space between the seen and unseen worlds. Spatially the realm of witchcraft is the hedge, the crossroads, the dreaming point where the worlds of men and of spirits parley through the penetrated body of someone who is outside of the normal rules of culture. What makes this all the more vital is the way in which the landscape of witchcraft is changing. Ours is a practice grounded in the land, in the web of spirit relationships, in plant and insect and animal and bird. This is where we must orientate our actions, this is where our loyalty lies.

There is no halting the decline of the initiatic witchcraft traditions of Gardner or Sanders, nor the collapse of neopaganism. The reason? To use the correct mimetic formula: because Internet. People are having their needs met by the online simulacra of witchcraft. Those who are seeking witchcraft simply do not have to hunt out lineages, everything is before them in the digital form that has socialised them while their parents paid more attention to their smartphones. This new generation is drawn into increasingly dark expressions of witchcraft as, following the logic of teenagers, they seem more authentic. They deny access to adults. In a sense they are correct to pursue taboo as a source of power; problematically, they do not orientate their practice in context and therefore remain trapped in their own ego projections rather than being engaged in meaningful work. Regardless, they outnumber you a thousand to one and they are trying to do something; we should applaud them for this at the very least. Another reflex of the death of Wicca is the rise of traditional craft. I take this to be a search for ritual practice which has retained its meaning following the collapse of the Murray thesis and the reappraisal /disenchantment caused by Triumph of the Moon, that whilst proposing a modern pagan witchcraft was in retrospect its death knell. But ultimately traditional witchcraft and ‘dark fluff’ are a product of and a reaction to post-modernism, they are seeking something authentic in a culture devoid of values and meaning but approaching it from opposite directions. Neither of these paths have an answer for what is happening. Tradition cannot help us because these circumstances have never occurred before, dark fluff cannot help us because it only seeks to exploit the symptoms of the crisis in the sphere of the individual, the endless promises of power are empty.

My argument is that witchcraft became too tame, that the responses to this have been too inward looking and that the new witchcraft will need to take account of what is being done to the wild. I am stating that this is happening, and I will name the forbidden forces that make it inevitable regardless of your personal loyalties or histories of practice. It is these forces which are the subject of my talk today, and in presenting them I will ask you to draw your own conclusions. For some of you I may seem too radical; I cannot tell you what to do, I can only reveal the fate of the heath upon which you must choose how to make your witchcraft congruent and effective.

From Antoine Vérard's L’Art de bien viure et de bien mourir (1494 )

To understand rewilding, we begin with wolves. Not the last ones in England extirpated in 1700 – about the same time as the last witches were hung – but in Yellowstone National Park in 1994. Here the reintroduction of wolves created a seeming ecological miracle, a trophic cascade which changed the flow of rivers, brought back a diversity of plants and birds and animals. How did this happen? How did an ecosystem in crisis undergo such a dramatic volte-face? When wolves were returned to the environment the deer were forced to change their habits, as were coyotes, avoiding the blind traps of the river valleys whose plants, trees and shrubs burgeoned and provided further environments for birds, voles, foxes, beavers. The apex predator was shown to be the vital element in biodiversity. Man is the only exception to this rule.

Seven years ago I would have passionately held that this was a model for witchcraft. I felt that the collapse of industrial civilisation was our most likely outcome due to peak oil, the bell curve of high purity crude proposed by the geologist M. King Hubbert. This showed that the oil production that fuelled the age of plenty which we have lived through had peaked in 1970. The extraction of tar sands, fracking and deepwater drilling are desperation measures, and unable to balance the demands for infinite economic growth. For those of you new to this idea I recommend John Michael Greer’s The Blood of the Earth as he is both a druid and a leading thinker in the peak oil movement. But we do not simply have peak oil, we have peak wood, peak rare earths, peak everything that is drawn into the maw of the inexorable algorithm of industrial culture and the inevitable wars and revolutions that resource scarcity produces.

I once reasoned that in a long slow decline of living standards, witchcraft as a low tech, local response could perhaps survive the coming storm and that, hand in hand with rewilding habitats as re-enchanted sacred spaces, there was the potential for a recovery of biodiversity. Examples such as Yellowstone, and in particular Chernobyl, showed how seemingly impossible recoveries could occur. Rewilding offered the possibility to heal the land and with it ourselves, that is, those of us who made it through the choke point when the oil based economy failed to feed us all. If I want to be mischevious, I would have extended the metaphor, suggesting that by reintroducing the practitioners, the wolves, we would have kept down the population of neopagan apologists, the deer, and in doing so gained a thriving diversity. Now everything has changed. We have a different ordeal that we need to undergo.

Rewilding is alas the final position of an ecological movement facing catastrophic losses. It is a beautiful thing to see a living system revivified in a cascade of life and more life. It has given those in the often harrowing world of the ecological movement a glimpse of what can occur in a system that is enabled to right itself. Nature is beautiful in her abundance, and what many neopagans mean when they say ‘Goddess.’ Yet the essential failure of rewilding is this: we cannot simply introduce new predators, or species such as bison or beavers, into small isolated environments whilst industrial culture is destroying the entire matrix of life on the planet. These sanctuaries will inevitably be deregulated by government, hand in glove with industry, and overrun. I fully endorse the rewilding movement. For those in environmentalism we should give our absolute support. Although I believe that their project is doomed it does not mean that we should not commit to these principles. I am not suggesting quitting, far from it. These small victories will make a difference as we approach the choke point and particularly for those who, in spite of the facts, choose to have children. Witchcraft, being animist, is not so selfishly anthropocentric, our personal loyalty lies not with our genetic survival but the fate of all things to which we are innately bound.

So we come to the heart of the issue: there is no wilderness left. No landscape that has not been despoiled by man. No living system that can escape the fate which our actions have bound it to. We are living in the age of absolute ecological collapse. Habitat loss is occurring at a staggering rate, driven by what industrial civilisation has in common with the religions of the book, the view that nature, like woman, is ours to dominate. Witchcraft has a more nuanced understanding of our place in the holarchy.

So what does our world look like? Let me describe to you our power animals. Wolf carcasses bored through with rifle point. Wet piles of golden eagles and buzzards fed poisoned meat. Sharks long-lined and finned by fishing fleets that have butchered through the tuna shoals we have fed to our plague of familiar cats. Barn owls bleeding from their eyes and haemorrhaging their guts down ghost white plumage due to the warfarin in rat poison. Toads and amphibian life mutating into monstrous pained death, whose gelatinous bones do not float back up the river.

We are living in a mass extinction event. This is not a theory, over half the species on earth will be extinct by 2050. Let me repeat that: over half the species on earth will be extinct by 2050. We are on track to kill off 75% of life in no longer than 300 years, assuming we make it that far. This is the fastest and largest extinction event in history, including that of the dinosaurs. If we understand the example of the wolves, we can see that these are not discrete losses, they represent the unravelling of the entire warp and weft of life. Elizabeth Kolbert reports in The Sixth Extinction: An Unnatural History that the extinction rate in the tropics is now 10,000 times the background rate. If your witchcraft, like mine, speaks with animal spirits, is made from plants and flowers and roots and bark and seeds, it cannot continue to pretend that we are not suffering. It has to speak. It has to lament, it has to cry, it has to then be unreasonable. We need to be intimately acquainted with death, as these are the rites over which our witchcraft presides, not some nudist holiday camp capers predicated on a glut of cheap oil.

From Antoine Vérard's L’Art de bien viure et de bien mourir (1494 )

Witchcraft is embedded in the landscape, and our witchcraft must recognise that even the landscape of dream emanates from the physical world, and the body of the witch. So when we call our quarters these are what we must include if we wish to honour them:

Seawater so acidic that the shells of molluscs are dissolving. Oceans overfished to the extent that they resemble deserts, seabeds ploughed to destruction, microparticles of indigestible plastic poisioning bird life and turtles, reefs bleached, plankton populations which are the building blocks of all ocean life disappearing. Ocean acidification is predicted to double by 2050.Ocean acidification triples by 2100. The death of the seas is inevitable. Of freshwater I will say that the draining of aquifers is ongoing, that fracking threatens the water table and that wars over water are going to rage in the following years.

Water, I bid you hail and welcome.

The Earth itself is exhausted, soil degradation endemic, washed with its nitrogen fertilisers into our already poisoned seas. Earth is fragile, it takes a hundred years to produce a centimetre of topsoil. Farmland is a limited resource and eroding fast. Industrial pollution has destroyed 20% of the farmland in China, I am not sure that you, or I, can grasp quite how much land that is. Globally, 38% of farmland is now classified as degraded. Human population continues to grow, as our ability to feed it, our infrastructures buckle. Insect populations will soon not be able to pollinate the crops. It is not just the bees; with climate change animals and insects are being born out of sync with their food sources. As I have said before, the wheel of the year has been broken. 

Earth, I bid you hail and welcome.

The air and fire are perhaps what should give us most concern. We thought we had more time, that manmade climate change would be tackled. It has not, and it will not be, as government and corporate interests are one and the same, namely infinite growth. This is where you should feel the knot of fear in your stomach. The co2 emissions that are wreaking havoc now are the result of what we burned forty years ago. Since then we have engaged in an orgy of denial and consumption. There is no techno-fix in the Anthropocene, the age of manmade climate change. Nothing has been done.

What mainstream scientists are not telling you is that the impact we are having is creating self-reinforcing feedback loops. Essentially, they focus on a single domino when we have an entire array triggered and falling. Methane release from thawing Arctic tundra is particularly worrying. We are facing NTE, Near Term Extinction. The reason you don’t know all of this is explained in an essay by Guy McPherson:

Mainstream scientists minimize the message at every turn. As we’ve known for years, scientists almost invariably underplay climate impacts. And in some cases, scientists are aggressively muzzled by their governments. I’m not implying conspiracy among scientists. Science selects for conservatism. Academia selects for extreme conservatism. These folks are loathe to risk drawing undue attention to themselves by pointing out there might be a threat to civilization. Never mind the near-term threat to our entire species (they couldn’t care less about other species).

You probably know that the current official approach of the IPCC (International Panel on Climate Change) is to limit us to a 2 degrees temperature rise. Well, the Hadley Centre for Meteorological Research (2009) predicts: +4°C by 2060 and the United Nations Environment Programme (2010) up to: +5°C by 2050. Clearly, we are being lied to. Clearly, something is very wrong.

Air and Fire, I bid you hail and welcome.

Estimates for the time that this process will take, the process of extinction, range from fifty to three hundred years. What those figures do not tell you is the turmoil and suffering that occurs during the collapse of our living systems. They also do not tell you that with the collapse of civilisation our nuclear reactors go critical and render no life possible on this planet for 100 million years. There is no magic that can fix this; witchcraft, as I have written, flies on the wings of the storm, it cannot change the physical elements we have locked into our climate system. Witchcraft must gaze fixedly at this future. Witchcraft must be the first movement to be brave enough to accept the Anthropocene and to make our last stand. Even if we ended industrial civilisation today we would not be able to prevent these outcomes.

Some will be afraid of this knowledge, witchcraft should be liberated by it, liberated from petty concerns to pursue lives of beauty, liberated from the sleepwalking into death that our culture has made for us and our children. So, I counsel, confront death. For witchcraft to be anything other than the empty escapism of the socially dysfunctional it needs to feel the shape of its skull, venerate the dead and the sacred art of living and dying with meaning. We are all on the fierce path now.

Hans Burgkmair, Wildman in combat with a knight. (c.1530) Image courtesy of National Gallery of Art, Washington DC

Confront death, not by pretending that you have cut a deal with the elder vampire gods invented for you by some dark witch fantasist. Confront death, not by pretending that a beautiful Beltane ritual and a blue sky means everything will stay the same. Confront death, not by practicing the magic of ploughmen and wortcunners in your urban basement believing that it makes you more authentic than any given Wiccan. We need to stop making those closest to us our sworn enemies, the game has changed. I have no interest in telling people how to practice their witchcraft, a term which covers a multitude of sins, but what I can offer are the principles that will make it work in these difficult circumstances. Readers of Apocalyptic Witchcraft will recognise these ideas: orientation, presence, imperative. We are not simply losing it all, it is being stripped from us as surely as those accused of being witches were by their inquisitors in the torture cell. Our enemies are not our sisters and brothers in the craft, they are the named individuals and corporations and their governments who are tearing out our living flesh. Witchcraft has never been about turning the other cheek to this; the witch has been created by the land to act for it.

If you prefer reassurances you can ask the New Agers about their global awakening product or believe the greenwash of the venture capitalists who will seek to cash in on the death of the biosphere with equally implausible schemes and vapourware tech-fixes. The governments and scientists will continue to lie to you to prevent the panic that disrupts shopping as usual; however, the cracks in the official narrative are beginning to show. Most will choose to keep mainlining what Dmitry Orlov calls ‘hopium’ from the sock puppets squawking out of the idiot box. However, I predict the next generation are going to be angrier and their witchcraft more radical than you or I could dream. There is nothing to lose for them, rather than this generation which only seems concerned about their pension pots, not the fact that they have cost us all the earth.

We need to offer the death rites in a culture that pretends that death can be cheated by buying the latest gadget or hooking ourselves up to plasma bags of young blood. These technological responses do not account for the wider environment, which we do not control. It now seeks to redress the killing balance and is doing so with storm surge and wildfire and tornado and flood and drought, regardless of what is playing on your headphones or how high the gates are to your compound. I welcome this storm.

I had spoken to a friend about a time when a spirit came through to us and just cried. He wanted to know if the spirit world was aware and reacting to all this. To us they are. Our allies in the wild are making their last stand and we must stand with them. We are embedded in this other world and it must speak through us.

Extinction is a difficult realisation. After you have worked through the denial, you are going to need to cry in order that you can offer up the sacred lament. The five steps of the grieving process are well known; as delineated by psychiatrist Kübler-Ross, they are denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and finally acceptance. Everyone will be somewhere on this scale.

American environmentalists now talk about us being in hospice, that is, transitioning to death in a calm supportive place. Witchcraft is more active than that; we are performing rites for those who society despises. If you are engaged in witchcraft I suggest that you work on the lament, on your death rites and your eschatology, and on your spirit body. There are the examples to emulate of those sensitively lifting roadkill from the asphalt for burial or reanimation, tending the graves of their neglected local cemetery, lighting candles for their ancestors. We should also be able to offer ministry to those who are being broken on the wheel of modern life, and for whom the self-harm and SSRIs cannot numb the pain. Our relationship to the living world of spirit means that we should also offer our support to those who are actively seeking to destroy industrial civilisation by direct action against its infrastructure. These people are not terrorists, they are the conscience of the body of the world. We must defend what is left. As practitioners we must also begin to transfer our allegiance to the other world, for, if there is to be any survival, that is where it will be found. This does not mean that we abscond from our responsibilities in the world as it is.

With climate collapse and infrastructure failure (in what is not a slow but a jagged descent), a shift to the local and a disengagement from power structures are necessary steps. ‘Find the others’ has become an imperative. Our personal eschatology, the inevitability of our physical deaths, is now being played out on a planetary scale. Form your covens and your working groups, for there is no time to lose. Make your ritual actions count. Be present in every action and exchange. Love one another.

Witchcraft has never been passive in the face of power. Our witchcraft will not be silenced at a time such as this, it will not be polite. Witchcraft cannot retreat to the wilderness, because there is no exterior wilderness left; instead, we need to exteriorise our inner wild, we need to wake up the animal in our bodies. This is witchcraft as contagion, as living flame. We witches must, however reluctantly, return the curse that has been laid upon us all.

Our elders have failed us, they have not provided leadership, they have not provided counsel, they have been silent and compliant in the face of power. They have said nothing on fracking, climate collapse, the extinction crisis and done even less. The old have, for the most part, betrayed the youth. This is as true of witchcraft as it is of our wider culture. It is therefore down to us, as individuals, to take our lead from the only source of initiation, living spirit, and through it embody the new witchcraft. We must become a witchcraft with a renewed sense of meaning and purpose, of responsibility to the land which is in crisis, or we are simply consumers of the earth which will all too soon eat of us.

Those who do not feel the imperative to act on this information demonstrate that they are not oriented. Unconnected to the land and its denizens, their magic is a cerebral construct and, without being embodied, is meaningless. Witchcraft is profoundly animist, and that means we have responsibilities to fulfil. There is no hierarchy of actions, no purity test as to how practitioners use this knowledge, each will find their own innate response that is generated from their own circumstances and the needs of their community of spirits.

But to conclude, I have an answer of a kind. We are an ecstatic cult and our ritual of ecstasy is the sabbat. All flesh is one flesh in the sabbat. We are these species. We partake of this beautiful, erotic dance of unbecoming and yes, horror. Take off your clothes, witchcraft, your human faces and find your skins. Devour the intimacy of your other bodies, welcome them into you as they possess you. Our wine is to be found in this bloody cup, pressed out of our own beating hearts in stamping steps.

This text is available in print in my collected works 2008-2018 with Alkistis Dimech, The Brazen Vessel.