|The horse is pretty cool and according to my mate this is a good cafe, but my business was in the former warehouse cum 'art-space' next-door at the 'Candid Art Trust' no doubt funded by UK taxpayers and the National Lottery.|
Somewhat self consciously I crept quietly in and hung around the periphery hoping not to be noticed and that none of these people's nostrils would flare in feral excitation at the smell of a fresh Christian.
What I appeared to have walked into initially seemed to resemble some kind of seminar. There was what appeared to be a panel of three speakers, along with a chair or host. The audience seemed to be composed of a sort of mix of alternative urban types blended with some kind of academic pretense. There was also a strong Nordic/Germanic element and many of the speakers and members of the audience were German, there were thick set German artists, there were also tall and gangly German men with big chins dressed up as women and apparently convincing the world at large that they were actually indeed female.
|Charlotte Rodgers weird road-kill 'art'.|
As I stood on the edge I looked around and noticed that what passed for 'art' here was of a particular variety: there were visions of hell, of demons, of human sacrifice, and weird creatures composed of the dead bones of animals found dead in the road.
Most of it resembled the kind of doodles that a 15 year old male might do in the back of their school book. Somehow and for some reason, this puerile rubbish had been given a platform.
After standing around for a bit and realising that I would neither be eaten alive there and then as fresh meat, or be shaken down for money to buy a ticket, I spotted an empty chair and sat down.
Then there was a talk delivered by a voodoo practitioner which was actually quite interesting, though rather disturbingly, it sought to make voodoo sound like nothing more but a harmless spiritualist cult which I'm pretty sure it isn't. In fact at the very end of the weekend there was a Voodoo ritual which all the participants took part in, including myself, where we were invited to allow ourselves to be possessed by our ancestors. I went through the motions and the chanting and stuff but If I'm honest I'd have to say my heart wasn't quite in it.
In Voodoo each person apparently has a star of destiny which is the seat of your soul and higher self, but problems arise if one loses contact with your own star or indeed, if you become reborn to a different star, or if you have several stars at once. This is the Voodoo explanation for MPD. Souls can be directed or placed on a different star through rituals. People it is reported, have different personalities when their soul is placed on a different star.
In Voodoo initiation, one finds oneself lost in the general sea of souls, this results in loss of personality and loss of soul, if the initiation has a successful outcome then this is temporary and one is reconnected to ones star and hence one's soul. However if it is unsuccessful then once becomes one of the famed Voodoo zombies, losing their personality and soul and having no will, mind or volition of their own. The belief among Voodoo practitioners is that such a person deserves such a fate for not being more careful with their soul and this punishment of living as a zombie is seen as a judgement upon that person.
We were told that anyone having problems in their lives may be a victim of a curse and that the only way to end this curse was to appeal to spirits to help them.
The Voodoo ritual at then end was designed to draw spirit help into ourselves, and while we were apparently calling on our ancestors during this ritual, it is unlikely that it would be your kindly old nana and granddad showing up.
|Hey everyone let's all get up and do a jolly Voodoo ritual in Islington.|
The man took a special jug containing water and announced:
"The water is the water whose grandfather was ice, who met grandfather fire and became water.
We dedicate this water to our ancestors." He then stamped his foot heavily on the floor three times.
"We stand on the bones of our ancestors."
He then took some water in his mouth and noisily spat it into a bowl. I shuddered, I never liked seeing people spit, even if they are Voodoo priests doing a magickal ritual, it still looked scruffy.
"Close your eyes and visualise the water, in your heart
In your stomach and your mind.
Look across the room and meet the eyes of the person opposite you, keep eye contact and breathe together, synchronising your breathing.
Now take the hands of the person next to you
Sing after me
We thank you ancestors for your song...
We thank you ancestors for your knowledge,
We thank you for your knowledge,
We thank you ancestors for your peace."
He passed a bottle of scented water along and told us to think of something we learned and were grateful for at the end of this weekend and to whisper it into the bottle.
The water was an embodiment of the ancestors or spirits, likely whichever spirits happened to be around at that time, like I say probably not your nan and granddad. By visualising the water inside you, you were effectively allowing yourself to be possessed by spirits.
|I was sat behind Charlotte Rodgers. She seems to have a fondness for dead animals and making art out of menstrual blood. Each to their own, but is this art or is it just femwitch bullshit?|
|Literally not sure if this speaker is a man or a woman, these Satanist people seem to revel in this concept of attacking the very concept of gender. Any man who thinks they're a woman is at best confused and at worst, a possible Satanist nut cracker.|
|Weird bald Satanic German filmmaker.|
|Goat head on front cover, blood rites.....are we weird and evil enough yet? Oh, I forgot, it's ART.|
Charlotte Rodgers is a non denominational magickal practitioner and an animist, and The Bloody Sacrifice is the story of her work with blood. It chronicles her use of road kill and blood in art, ritualised scarification and tattoo work, and the use of venous and menstrual blood in magick. Also included are Charlotte’s interviews with tattoo artists; priests from belief systems which utilise blood sacrifice; artists who use their own HIV positive blood as a medium; and those who use mortifications and body modification to effect changes in consciousness and self.
All here share a common bond of talent combined with an ability to articulate their beliefs. For example Louis Martinie, a priest in the New Orleans Voodoo Spiritual Temple. Martinie has integrated his Tibetan Buddhist beliefs into his Voodoo practice and in doing so shows how personal spiritual evolution can effect change within a syncretic religion. As a blood related illness affected various parts of Charlotte’s life, she was given a chance to explore blood ritual in a very different way. Documenting this part of her journey gives an understanding of AIDS, HIV and HCV, and its effect on spirituality and contemporary blood rites.
Blood Ritual, with all its history, baggage and dangers holds a power to create change. Whether this power is held within blood and how much impact is created merely by our perception is for the reader to decide. The Bloody Sacrifice is an honest, modern and thought provoking personal insight into an ancient aspect of our spirituality and creativity.
Visit Charlotte Rodgers Website http://www.perdurabu.com/
|In a image slideshow which accompanied Charlotte Rodgers' talk at the even there were disturbing images of dead bodies including those of dead children. This isn't art, it's evil.|
|Creepy. This is what happens when women go wrong.|
One of my sculptures, now living in a tree in my garden. Image by Gerard Hutton.
Creatures,Creations and Recalibrations. The Art of Charlotte Rodgers Careful what you like Andrew Dixon, it may well influence what you get as a wedding present! That aside, the crow makes a nice witch bottle bearer, he carries the bottle as his body and can transport it to various realms.I've put some basics in it, but left the opening unstoppered so that the final owner can put more in and seal it.
|Charlotte Rodgers, caught on camera.|
|Bored audience. They paid a surprisingly large amount of money to sit through this. I didn't, I just crashed it.|
|Is this art or should some call the poleece?|
|Hey, Satanists, leave Jesus out of this will ya?|
|A demon having sex with a severed head. How did Da Vinci miss out classy stuff like this?|
|Old Norse bullshit.|
|Occult bookstore, creepy evil books 70% off.|
|Art and psychoanalysis people love Crowley apparently.|
|Weird scenes inside the Spooky Indian sex Temple....|
|Some old crone doing the Tarot in the background.....but WHY? Is it rock'n'roll, is it art? Or is it just more Satanic claptrap?|
|Truly atrocious singer, even a half decent bass and guitar player couldn't save this night. Satan doesn't always have all the best tunes.|
Why a weird horned head? Just WHY? Is Satan a patron of the Arts Council now or something? Inquiring minds want to know.