The murder of the last witch in Scotland.

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In the 1740s the meek and mild followers of gentle Jesus who resided in the hamlet of Knockdoor in Scotland barbarically killed the last witch. The old lady was dragged from her house given a rigged trial in a kangaroo court and murdered in the most cruel manner they Christians could devise.

There was no turning of the other cheek, no love, peace and understanding, no taking of beams from their own eyes, but instead was a lot of casting of the first stones.

The evidence for this ghastly institutionalised crime was that she had turned her own daughter into a pony and had ridden her around town.

She was publicly tried for the offence and the clincher was that she stumbled over a word when reciting the Lord’s Prayer in Gaelic.

The sentence was death.

This evil witch was then dragged out by the mob and plunged into a barrel of boiling tar and set alight.

I cannot imagine what it would feel like to be thrust into boiling tar. I think I might have preferred crucifixion.

All the good Christian town-folk came to gloat over their neighbour’s agonies, argue over her possessions and rejoice that another evil witch was gone. It was probably the daughter who inherited the house and pony!

It sounds dreadful but our meek and mild followers of the Saviour of love did away with an estimated 2 million witches in Europe.

It has a lot of resonance with what is going on with ISIS burning pilots in metal cages, beheading, burying alive, crucifying, stoning, pressing and delighting in torture and cruelty.

Theocracy is great isn’t it?  The wonder is that anybody questions why I’m a confirmed Antitheist!

I think we need to build a more positive zeitgeist than anything religion can provide. Their history does not look good!

Christy Moore – Burning Times – Lyrics about Religious fanaticism, the old religion and love of nature.

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The persecution of people who followed the old religion, herbalists and healers, and anyone who did not fit into the norm created a maelstrom that shook Europe with an unleashed horror. People were accused of witchcraft and burnt to death. There was a glee in it that lights the faces of religious fanatics. It is estimated that as many as eight million were killed in this way. Belief is unbelievable.

Christy makes the brilliant jump from the misogyny of persecution of ‘witches’ to the destruction of the planet – the woman we are presently systematically raping.

Christy Moore – Burning Times Lyrics

In the cool of the evening, they used to gather.
Neath the stars in the meadow circling an old oak tree.
At the times appointed… by the seasons…
Of the earth and the phases of the moon.
In the center stood a woman,
Equal with the others and respected for her worth.
One of the many we call the witches,
The healers and the teachers of the wisdom of the earth.
And the people grew through the knowledge she gave them,
Herbs to heal their bodies, spells to make their spirits whole.
Can’t ya hear them chanting healing incantations,
Calling forth the wise ones, celebrating in dance and song…
(… Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali… Inanna…)
There were those who came to power through domination.
And they bonded in the worship of a dead man on a cross.
They sought control of the common people
By demanding allegiance to the church of Rome.
And the Pope declared an inquisition
It was war against the women, whose powers they feared.
In this holocaust against The Nature People
Nine million European women died.
And the tale is told of those who by the hundreds,
Holding together, chose their death in the sea.
While chanting the praises of the Mother Goddess,
A refusal of betrayal, women were dying to be free.
(… Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali… Inanna…)
Now the earth is a witch and the men still burn her,
Stripping her down with mining and the poisons of their wars.
Still to us the earth is a healer, a teacher, a mother.
A weaver of a web of light that keeps us all alive.
She gives us the vision to see through the chaos.
She gives us the courage, it is our will to survive.