Yet another post that is Feri related, but not Feri specific. Before I begin, I want everyone to know that this post is basically how I currently feel about the topic and that this isn’t a direct transmission from my teachers. I promise to get back to core topics very soon.
It seems to me that the trouble within the United States is echoed in the troubles that face Feri. I am speaking of the deep divide in our country and now in Feri. We have pundits on all sides whipping up our sentiments and throwing cheap shots. There are many diverse issues facing us, far too many to tackle in one post. But the focus of this post is on the common thread of danger.
Here are just a few examples:
- The sexual tradition is dangerous.
- Initiatory training is dangerous.
- Distance training is dangerous.
- Online presence is dangerous.
- Exchange of money is dangerous.
I could go on and on. And you know, it’s all true. But here’s the really hard part. There is no real protection against danger. The Craft is dangerous, period. There are the real and practical dangers, and there are the fantastical ones. Anyone coming into the Craft must know this first. If you are a candidate for training, then you are in danger. And you are in far greater danger of losing your job than in going mad. The danger is more pervasive than going mad. Danger is cheap, it lies everywhere like dust in Kansas. What’s expensive is risk.
No risk, no glory. If you want this, you must accept the very real risks. If you add your name to ours, you must accept the risk of being identified. If you write about it, you must accept the risk of being read by just about anybody. If you meet with us, you must accept the risk that some of us are unpleasant. If you teach it, you must accept the risk of having your student become unstable. If you go down the deep well, you must accept the risk of not coming back. And with risk follows accountability, another risk.
The question isn’t whether or not the Craft is dangerous, but is it worth it? Is it worth the danger? Are you willing to own the risks and be accountable for the danger you face?
I have many good things in my life; I am fortunate. But all the great things in my life are dangerous. I fell in love, which is dangerous. I have two children, that is dangerous. I have students and initiates and that too is dangerous. I had a job that was dangerous to the extent that I had to sign a waiver saying I understood that if taken hostage, they would not negotiate for my release. In all of these risks I have found great reward.
That doesn’t mean that we shouldn’t take certain precautions or safety measures, that’s just stupid. Each priest is honor bound to take certain reasonable precautions in all matters regarding not just a student, but to other initiates as well. We can all stand to take a stronger look at that. But we just can’t guarantee your safety because that safety doesn’t exist.
I for one want to accept those risks. I accept that some members of my family are uncomfortable around me. I accept that this blog might be misunderstood and badly used. I accept that my next dance might seem ridiculous. I accept that my disagreements over Feri might cost me friends and lose some respect. And I accept the risks to win that back. I accept, I accept, I accept.