
Today, we continue our late spring theme, Practice, with Telmaris Greene, who shares her evolving understanding of the role of the placebo effect in ritual practice.

Stage one of my life as a witch: I’m looking up spells and rituals furtively, as though I were googling porn. What would people think of me? Had I lost my mind? But I’m so excited by what I’m seeing. I’m hanging around New Age People, pretending to be above all that stuff, and just interested in the “serious” (read, traditional Asian religious) statues.
Stage two: My curiosity and interest get the better of me. I observe Samhain. This entails buying some equipment and writing out a spell, so it’s hard to pretend I haven’t begun to take the plunge. I’ve got a wand, two dishes for salt and water, four candle holders and candles for the points of the compass, a goddess statue, and a little selenite tower-thing. And some floral and herbal decorations. I rewrite the ritual I found online to omit references to gods and goddesses, and proceed.
Stage three: I’m finding the practice so rewarding, I start keeping a Book of Shadows. I do the rhymey thing with spells, come up with more and more meaningful objects, throw more and more money at New Age People (thanks, guys!). And then kind of peter out.
So what’s the problem, at that point? Well, I can cast a good circle, but then I’m not quite sure what to do with myself. I meditate zen-style for awhile, but I haven’t found any routine practice I can do without written instructions. And it begins to hit me that there is an art to crafting a really good prayer or image or sacred object, and maybe I’m just not that talented.
Stage four: I’m making an awful lot of wands. That seems weird; sort of a material-girl, acquisitive approach to witchcraft. But there is something deeply fulfilling in it, albeit it entails still more expenditure (all those crystals). And I feel like a loon buying stones that are supposed to “bring” me anything. To paraphrase Mole in The Wind in the Willows, stones just aren’t that sort. They know their place. And anyway, the whole notion of special kinds of energy coming off of rocks in a powerful enough way to influence human events…? No.
So why do I keep buying them, and attaching them to wands? And why do I feel such an excitement when I pick up certain stones, and nothing at all when I pick up others?
Stage five: I start thinking about placebos. Because magick–what Starhawk defines as “the power to change consciousness at will”–now seems to me like a system of crafting placebos.
Now that may sound dismissive, or trivializing, but I don’t see it that way. There are better and worse placebos. If placebo pills affect people in our culture, it is because we’ve learned to associate pills with relief of some kind, which would not have happened if medicine were a sham. Likewise, religious placebos only take effect because of people’s long standing associations, and I believe they only become effective in the first place because they carry a deep emotional resonance for the cultures that adopt them. Catholicism had to adopt some of the pagan practices of Northern Europe, because northern Europeans experience the seasons in their very bone marrow. Nothing could make a deep spiritual appeal to these people that didn’t touch that part of their being.
Ann Moura, in Green Witchcraft, writes of the way that our knowledge affects which magick practices “work” for us and which don’t:
Although there are many people who feel Ceremonial magic is a valid approach to magic, anyone who studies history and understands the derivation for the rituals of Ceremonialism is unlikely to be able to continue to use the system with any degree of success because knowledge, which is the gift of the Goddess, alters the perception. Joseph Campbell was unable to remain a Catholic after his study of world mythological patterns, and numerous historians set aside religion after discovering the origins of various faiths, so it should not be considered unusual for a person who rejects mainstream religions to also reject a magical system that has connection to those beliefs.
Okay, so me trying to root my use of stones in Deepak-Chopra-style pseudo-science won’t be effective for me. What kind of placebo is this, then?
The colors matter to me. The textures. The sheen. Color speaks to my heart at such a depth that to repaint a room feels life-changing. Not everyone is that attuned to color, I suppose, but there are certainly color effects that most people experience — red as stimulating, blue as tranquilizing, etc. That you prefer one or the other probably speaks to a biological / psychological need of yours. And I notice that the books on crystals do not work by means of a rigid dogmatism about what-means-what. Always, the recommendation is that if a stone is “calling” you, it’s the stone for you, no matter what the books say.
On the other hand, if the effect on my nervous system is “real,” is the stone a “placebo?” Or is it, rather, that human beings are affected as subjects who live in worlds of meaning, and not merely as objects, via direct biological intervention? Cathedrals are powerful in their evocation of a sense of the sacred, and they do it by means of stone, wood and colored glass. The simple arrangement of stones on my altar, or the crude attachment of meaningful stones to a meaningful stick–-these are acquiring the same power for me.
Stage six (present stage): Bringing a new energy to finding practices that “work”–-and finding that I do this best by starting with what I have, not by starting with other people’s rituals (though I read about those, too).
This essay was originally published on Terlmaris Green’s blog, Skeptical Witch.

Telmaris Green (pseudonym) is a psychotherapist in private practice in Indianapolis. She holds an M.A. in English Renaissance from Indiana University, and a Masters in Marriage and Family Therapy from Christian Theological Seminary in Indianapolis. She has given numerous local presentations on the treatment of trauma, dissociation, and personality disorders, including Dissociative Identity Disorder. Contact her through her wordpress blogs, Skeptical Witch and Solitary Witch.
Today, we continue our late spring theme, Practice, with Ken Apple, who shares his practice of looking for signs of the “Unseen World” of animals moving through our own.
I posted a picture of a rough skinned newt on Facebook. They are beautiful little creatures, lizard like amphibians with rough brown skin on top and smooth orange on the belly. This particular newt had been run over, or possibly attacked by a raccoon or some other animal. It wasn’t flat, smushed is the technical term, but it wasn’t exactly whole either. A co-worker saw the picture and her response was — and I’m paraphrasing, but I think I capture the spirit here — WHAT THE HELL?
Fair enough. I guess it’s not normal to post pictures of mutilated amphibians on your Facebook page. Why would anyone do such a thing?
I remember once walking through the park at dusk and my wife snapped a picture of the trail. It was too dark, the flash went off. We had no expectation that any of those pictures would turn out. When we looked at it at home we were stunned. Glowing white eyes, captured by the flash, lined the trail. They were different heights, different sizes all along the frame. This was my real awakening to the unseen animal world that is all around us.
I see barred owls in the park, especially in the late spring and early summer when the fledglings are out and the owls get really territorial. If you’ve never been dived bombed by a silent avian predator with a wingspan bigger than yours, then you haven’t really lived. Sometimes I spot them in the early morning if I hear a commotion of birds. The dayshift always gives the night shift some shit as they pass each other in the early morning, but more likely I hear the commotion but can’t spot the owl. I find feathers. Even when I don’t see them, I know they are there. If I am aware, sensitive to the clues, I can get a sense of the unseen lives being lived all around me, the unseen lives that photograph uncovered.
I used to find newts all the time as a kid by the pond in my neighborhood, along with frogs and a fish and a dizzying assortment of insects. Long summers living outside (“If you can’t find something to do, I’ll find something for you to do.”) created the greatest opportunity any naturalist could hope for. Yeah, even ten year old naturalists who only knew what that was from reading Dr. Doolittle. I don’t have that kind of time anymore, so I have to be more sensitive.
Death is instructive. If not for death, I wouldn’t know those newts were around. Because of death I know when the mice and voles start having litters. I know when the raccoons and opossums are mating and trying to cross roads into other territories and when they have kicked out their litters and the young are trying to make their way in an unforgiving world.
New fallen snow tells me a lot. Until this year, I had no idea that the neighborhood raccoon prowls my yard every morning. Which explains the barking at three a.m. I’m disappointed it’s not a chupacabra, but I’ll get over it. There are three raccoons that patrol Wildwood Park, their tracks do not overlap, each has their own chunk of territory. I think of them as Ballfield, Playground and Parking Lot.
Just south of me, probably 500 yards as the crow flies, a friend’s neighbor found a dead deer. It had been killed and partially eaten. Up here on the hill, in the foothills of the Cascade Mt. Range, wooded ravines run through suburbia like a circulatory system. It’s too expensive to flatten them and build over them, and wetland regulations make that problematic, since most have running water moving through. So apparently cougars can move unseen through these corridors. Every few years we have a bear sighting as the bears move up from the valley into their winter quarters. It’s interesting that they spot them, but they move on and are never seen again, like ghosts with glowing eyes, only bigger.
I have little confidence in humanity or human culture. We’ve made quite the mess of it, it seems to me, at least in my low moods. It comforts me to know that these animals go on despite us, living their lives, making due. I look for signs of that and I smile, like I know something no one else does. But I’ll try to keep mangled amphibians off my page. Sorry about that.
My name is Ken Apple. I am fifty years old, I live in Puyallup Washington with my wife and youngest son. I attend the Tahoma UU congregation in Tacoma, WA. I have worked in book sales for almost twenty years, because I can’t imagine trying to sell anyone something else.
Today is the May Cross-Quarter. It is the midpoint between the spring equinox and the summer solstice. It is one of eight stations in our planet’s annual journey around the sun. For those in the Northern Hemisphere, spring is well and truly come and summer is around the corner. Flora is bursting to life even in the most northern climes, and fauna frolicks in the verdure. Those in the Southern Hemisphere experience the opposite, as autumn passes into winter.
In the Northern Hemisphere, this time is traditionally celebrated in the Neo-Pagan Wheel of the Year as Beltane. The name derives from the Irish Gaelic Bealtaine or the Scottish Gaelic Bealtuinn for “Bel-fire”. Beltane is reputed as a day of unabashed sexuality, visible in the phallic symbolism of dancing round the Maypole.
Glenys Livingstone, author of PaGaian Cosmology, a naturalistic tradition revering the Goddess as a metaphor for the Cosmos, recommends the ritual celebration of beauty, as in the following call and response:
Celebrant: “Name yourself as the Beauty, whom She desires – the Beloved. Speak if you wish, of the Beauty that you are, or simply show us. Let us welcome your Beauty.”
Each one: (wording as you wish … this is a suggestive, and presenting object or photo of Beauty,or describing, as you speak: “I am this Beauty”. AND/OR “I am the Beauty of … . I am the Beauty whom She (the Cosmos/Universe) desires.“ (Put your object or photo on the altar)
Response: Welcome, we saw you coming from afar, and you were beautiful. We saw you coming from afar, and you are beautiful.
(Livingstone, 2008)
Glenys also finds this a particularly appropriate time to use the well-known Charge of the Goddess as an invocation: “all acts of love and pleasure are my rituals.”
NaturalPantheist, author of the Nature is Sacred blog, performs an ADF style ritual using the Solitary Druid Fellowship‘s liturgy format:
“As I stand here on this celebration of Beltane, the sacred wheel of the year continues to turn. As my forebears did, I do now, and so may my descendants do in time to come. The dark half of the year is over and Summer has begun. The earth is alive and the land is fertile. Leaves are once more upon the trees, flowers are blooming all around and insects are searching for pollen. Warmth has returned and it is the season of love and passion, the time of fire. I give thanks for the blessings of the earth mother.”
Jon Cleland Host, of the Naturalistic Paganism yahoo group, suggests making Maybaskets of flowers, running barefoot in the grass, washing one’s face in the morning dew, and writing romantic poetry.
Today, we begin our late spring theme, Practice, with DT Strain, director of the Spiritual Naturalist Society, who shares how he learned to “get” ritual as a naturalist, and he asks B. T. to share his understanding in turn.
In this audio piece, more of a dialogue than an interview, DT Strain and B. T. Newberg each share the way they learned to understand ritual from a naturalistic point of view.
This is a follow-up piece continuing from our early winter interview: How I became a naturalist: A dialogue with DT Strain and B. T. Newberg, part 1
About DT Strain

DT Strain
DT is a Humanist Minister, certified by the American Humanist Association (AHA) and a Spiritual Naturalist. He is the founder and director of the Spiritual Naturalist Society.
Rev. Strain speaks and writes on a wide variety of philosophic concepts and participates in several organizations. His “Humanist Contemplative” group and concept has since helped inspire a similar group at Harvard University. He is former president of the Humanists of Houston (HOH), and has served as vice-chair on the Executive Council of AHA’s Chapter Assembly, on the Education Committee of the Kochhar Humanist Education Center, and as a member of the Stoic Council at New Stoa.
His writing appears in the Houston Chronicle and has been published in magazines, newsletters, and in the AHA national publication “Essays in the Philosophy of Humanism”. He has been a guest speaker on the Philosophy of Religion panel discussion at San Jacinto College, and has appeared on the Houston PBS television program, The Connection, discussing religious belief and non-belief. DT Strain is an enthusiast of Stoicism, Buddhism, and other ancient philosophies; seeking to supplement modern scientific and humanistic values with these practices. His essays and blog can be found at www.HumanistContemplative.org.

B. T. Newberg
B. T. founded HumanisticPaganism.com in 2011, and served as managing editor till 2013. His writings on naturalistic spirituality can be found at Patheos, Pagan Square, the Spiritual Naturalist Society, as well as right here on HP. Since the year 2000, he has been practicing meditation and ritual from a naturalistic perspective. After leaving the Lutheranism of his raising, he experimented with Agnosticism, Buddhism, Contemporary Paganism, and Spiritual Humanism. Currently he combines the latter two into a dynamic path embracing both science and myth. He headed the Google Group Polytheist Charity, and organized the international interfaith event The Genocide Prevention Ritual.
In 2009, he completed a 365-day challenge recorded at One Good Deed Per Day. As a Pagan, he has published frequently at The Witch’s Voice as well as Oak Leaves and the podcast Tribeways, and has written a book on the ritual order of Druid organization Ar nDriocht Fein called Ancient Symbols, Modern Rites. Several of his ebooks sell at GoodReads.com, including a volume of creative nonfiction set in Malaysia called Love and the Ghosts of Mount Kinabalu.
Professionally, he teaches English as a Second Language. He also researches the relation between religion, psychology, and evolution at www.BTNewberg.com. After living in Minnesota, England, Malaysia, Japan, and South Korea, B. T. Newberg currently resides in St Paul, Minnesota, with his wife and cat.
B. T. currently serves as the treasurer and advising editor for HP.
This month we begin our semi-seasonal theme for late spring: “Practice”. We Naturalistic Pagans talk a lot. Some Naturalistic Pagans have no spiritual practice, per se. For some, living an ethical lifestyle is a spiritual practice. Others practice meditation. Other Naturalistic Pagans perform rituals, either solitary or in groups. Naturalistic Pagan rituals may be similar or dissimilar to other Pagan rituals. This month and into June, we will be talking about how we practice our Naturalistic Paganism — or how we don’t. How do you experience your religion in your flesh? Send your submissions to humanisticpaganism [at] gmail [dot] com for inclusion in June.
This Month at HP
May 4 “How I finally ‘got’ ritual”: A dialogue with DT Strain and B. T. Newberg, part 2
May 7 “The Unseen World” by Ken Apple
May 9 “Of Crafting and Placebos” by Telmaris Green
May 11 DE NATURA DEORUM: “Why I Pray to Isis” by B.T. Newberg
May 14 “An Atheist’s Magical Practice in Detail” by AtheistWitch
May 16 “An Altar for Broken Things” by Carol Green
May 18 “The Amethyst Path: Shamanism, Dionysian Spirituality and Recovery from ‘Addiction'” by Wayne Martin Mellinger, Ph.D.
May 21 “Caring for nature” by Annika Garratt
May 25 “Pagan Crafting” by Crafter Yearly
May 28 “Observing: The shape of the ritual” by Áine Órga
May 30 “Living The Path: Sacred Acts Everyone Can Perform” by Carolina Gonzalez
Humanistic Paganism Calendar for May
May 1 Neo-Pagan spring cross-quarter day (Beltane)
May 1 (first Thursday of May) National Day of Prayer and National Day of Reason
May 2 Pagan Coming Out Day
May 5 Spring equitherm/cross-quarter
May 11 Cosmic Calendar: Milky Way Galaxy Formed 8.8 bya
May 15 Thomas Taylor’s birthday
May 16 Love a Tree Day
May 22 International Day for Biological Diversity
May 24 Vesak, Day of the Full Moon
May 25 (last Monday of May) Memorial Day, unofficial start of summer in U.S.