The term Animism,
Has been used in a number of ways,
Since Edward Taylor in 1871 days,
Who used this as a term,
In order to define,
The essence of religion,
As the belief in spirits,
Be it metaphysical,
Or even imagined entities,
The old animism, is the belief,
Minus any grief,
That personalised supernatural beings,
Not us mortal earthlings,
As souls inhabit objects,
And govern their existence,
In this systems instance,
Where Animism is a term derived
From, Animus or anima,
As per the soul or mind,
The doctrine of spiritual beings,
And modern Neopagans,
Sometimes describe themselves,
Living in our midst,
They respect the diverse community,
Living in perfect unity,
Of living beings,
With whom humans share,
The world or cosmos,
Be it far or close,
Whilst some however, refer,
To the idea,
So we hear,
That mother goddess,
And the Horned God,
Consists of everything,
And we have the nod,
That this is known as Pantheism,
In which God,
Is equated with existence,
This is different from Animism,
This is because it imputes value,
To individual living beings,
And or objects,
Because they might reveal,
A larger reality,
Animists respect beings,
For their own sake,
They have souls,
As in old animism,
As one would partake,
Or because they are persons,
As in new animism,
The term animism is also,
The name of a theory of religion,
Proposed by the anthropologist,
Sir E.B Taylor,
In his book of 1871,
Yeah, you know thats the very one,
Entitled "Primitive Culture",
That most animistic belief systems,
Hold that the spirit,
Survives physical death,
Whilst in some systems of belief,
The spirit is believed to pass,
To an easier world of abundant game,
Or ever ripe crops,
Whilst in other systems,
The spirit remains on earth,
As a ghost,
Heaven only knows,
Whilst other systems,
Combine these two beliefs,
Holding that the soul,
Must journey into the spirit world,
Without becoming lost,
As that ghost,
With funerals on earth in mourning,
Thought to be necessary,
For successful completion,
Of that souls journey,
Such is animism,
Often performed in Shamanism,
And by the Chinese as per automatism,
And party to anthropomorphization,
And even polytheism,
There is much more to be learned,
So consider your own investigation,
And then sit and ponder,
On your own theories,
Of animism and your own-ism!
Indoctrination is something that comes with the territory of your ancestral and parental conditioning, though many develop their own beliefs and choose to break with heretical tradition and attach themselves to the system of beliefs which suits their own, perhaps, changing viewpoints and what is feasibly logical and acceptable to themselves. Animism is a varied field of belief in what many term as the 'afterlife of our souls' and many fascinating books will offer insight into this such as the fabulous book "Chiron and the Healing Journey" By Melanie Reinhart, ISBN: 0-14-019209-3. You might like to log onto: ......http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Animism..... where you will find a wealth of further reading in this most fascinating subject.....What is your-ism?....Your Animism? Have fun finding you!
Dedicated to Nancy (Mattelois) for inspiring this escapade!
Mr & Mrs Twee decided they would go to church,
Their vicar waiting in pulpit perch!
The Twees all dressed up in Sunday best,
They had to be a cut above the rest.
Mrs Twee with toffee nose up in the air,
Waltzed down the aisle to a pew,
To a front place amongst chosen few,
But peace was not to be found there....
For a child who didn't like Mrs Twee,
Because she was so toffee nosed and snobby,
Decided to water pistol her posh new coat,
The little torment was into acting the goat!
Mrs Twee was not at all amused,
Verbalizing her disdain undiffused!
The child thought that was such jolly fun,
Knowing he had riled her some!
The only front pew to have was near the child,
The child planning more mischief smiled!
Out came his peashooter and bag of peas,
Target, the hat of Mrs Twee's!
The child pelted in successive fire,
One pea after another with force so dire!
Mrs Twee's hat was covered in peas,
All around the brim he was a tease!
Mr Twee told the child to 'pack it in',
But in doing so disturbed the vicar, what a sin!
Mrs Twee gave the child a filthy look,
The child's father some offence took....
The child's father was a burley fighting man,
He shoved the Twee's with fist like a lump of ham!
The child decided to pelt Mrs Twee's hat with a conker or two,
Which knocked her hat into the floor of the pew!
Mrs Twee bent down to pick up her hat,
The child deposited upon her seat, some cow pat,
His stocks of mischief and tools so plenty,
In fact I think, something like twenty!
Twenty different things to use on Mrs Twee,
How mischievous can you be!?
Mrs Twee sat down in the cow pat,
Just how disgusting, is that!
Mrs Twee stood up and let out a yell,
Her anger now boiling and impossible to quell,
Mr Twee was into a fight with the child's Dad,
And he too was hopping mad!
The child decided more was to come,
And deposited in Mrs Twee's pocket some sticky gum,
Gum he has first off chewed then spat out,
Gee did this make Mrs Twee shout!
The vicar ordered the fighting to stop,
Now he was angry and on the hop,
The mess the child and Twee's had made in his church,
Forcing the Vicar off his pulpit perch!
Mrs Twee had cow pat all over her posh coat,
Sticky gum in her pocket and peas on her hat - go gloat!
The child father had ripped Mr Twee's mackintosh,
And punched him in the face with his fist like a kosh!
The parishioners sat with disgust on faces,
An appropriate way to behave, in such Godly places,
The mess was getting out if hand,
But the child had more kinds of mischief planned!
The Vicar marched the Twees and their opponents out,
He could take no more with out a doubt!
But in the church yard the child ran amok,
He threw lumps of soil at Mrs Twee's frock!
Mrs Twee tried to chase the child away,
But tripped and fell into a mound of soil and clay!
Now she was covered from head to foot,
Whilst Mr Twee sustained another head butt,
From the child's father, who could see no wrong,
In his child's behaviour, a very rough throng!
The Twees were irate and it showed,
The child and his father easy to goad...
Could not avoid continuing the scrap,
The poor Vicar was in a flap,
His Sunday Service ruined for sure,
The Twee's were targeted even more.
A parishioner called the local police,
The affray was now set to increase,
The child hell bent on mischief had more,
A banana skin saw Mrs Twee fall to the floor.
The police arrived in a riot van,
Assumed Mrs Twee was drunk and threw her in,
Into their van went Mrs Twee,
Followed by the Mr Twee, for all to see!
But the child and his father were also taken,
To the local police station,
The Twees accused the child of starting the fight,
Likewise did the child and his father but who was right?
The police decided to impose charges on all,
They needed the court to decide the culprit of the brawl!
The Twees were mortified at the thought,
Of having to appear before magistrates in the local court !
Their reputation was now in tatters,
Like that is the only thing that matters!
To say nothing of their ruined clothes and hats,
And the ruination of a church service alas!
It seems that the Twee's are safe nowhere,
Now they consider that life isn't fair,
For they were dealt another cruel blow,
When the court said they should better know!
And the result was that they got a criminal record,
Fined some money and given an ASBO order, at which they roared,
This isn't right; please you are not right in this,
They commenced to shouting at the magistrate a diss!
This afforded them a contempt of court,
The penalty was a spell in prison and a lesson taught,
Now the Twee's were reduced to local jail birds,
The way they felt was beyond all words!
How could these two posh people keep face,
Now they had been reduced to such disgrace?
Their names and photos all over the papers,
Exposing their now outlandish capers!
They cannot even go to church to prey,
How could such a disaster befall their Twee Sunday?!
Not safe let out without a police escort!
Fighting in church and tut tut, then landing in court!