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I have a presentation next week at COPPA at the RHA in Dublin. My talk is on the ' Five Step Six point Soul Saving Manouevre'  which is about my ongoing work with  gestures, movements and rhythms in worship  and mourning,  culled from the rituals of various magico-religious belief systems in South Asia ( and now including Ireland).

 I am always uncomfortable with these talks.  I wish someone else could take over. Which got me thinking. Who would I ask? If there were two people I could coax to present for me they would be James T.Siegel for how he talks about magic in everyday life and Elochukwu E.Uzukwu for his wonderful assertion that worship must always be local.











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