My conversations over the weekend about the Ordo Arcanorum Gradalis caused me to dig up its journal, Hallows. For those of you not familiar with the OAG, it melded neo-pagan and mystical christian understandings into a sacramental spiritual path centered around the Grail. To give you a taste of the thought it produced, here is a tiny bit from a long article, “A Mystery of Grain and Grape,” by MB Wulf, from the Lammas 1990 issue of Hallows. The whole article is intriguing, if you can find a copy - even if it is too pantheist for some theological sympathies….
The eucharistic impulse begins in wonderment. In wonder, our presently finite minds postulate a dual-directional infinity as a working concept, and ensoul it with an all-pervading deity, who has always existed and always will. Out of the energy/soul mesh of the deity’s own all-pervasiveness, somehow we see the material universe come to birth. Surface the(a)ologies and dogmas weave, diverge, proclaim, and clash, but I’m convinced SOME inkling of divine immanence is at the heart of this wonderment, no matter what creed is acknowledged: the eucharistic impulse begins with the inkling that just as matter is transformed energy, so too did the universe emerge from the All, the deity — not ex nihilo, but in the transformation of the deity’s own mode of existence. There is the inkling that the deity did not, strictly speaking, “create” the universe, but even more wonderfully, BECAME the universe. Some part of the deity may or may not have held back to remain transcendent, but the implication for matter is about the same either way — matter conveys and expresses the deity. The deity is good, the deity’s processes are good, and therefore,
MATTER IS GOOD.
We exist in matter. Therefore,
OUR MATERIAL EXISTENCE IS GOOD.
So the eucharistic impulse begins somewhere in the interface of death dread and recollected divinity. This interface issues forth as commitment. We are committed to the hallowing of material existence, its upward climb as well as its crushing decline. We do not downgrade its processes, as the ascetic, or buffer ourselves by pathological denial of them, as the hedonist. Instead, we embrace them in celebration. (p.14-15)
If, by chance, any readers know the current whereabouts of MB Wulf, I would be glad to be in touch with her. From Hallows, it appears she was living somewhere in New England in 1990.