Tag Archive: religion


No Pictures Please

Lately we’ve been going through some transitions. We lost our pet snake, Eve, who was really only around 5 years old. She should have lived for twice as long but due to a number of factors her life was cut short. I will not pretend that we took the best care of her we could have… but she recieved a proper burial and I said a few words of apology and remembrance. Sebastian and I discussed the responsibility one takes on when adopting pets and how keeping them alive should be the number one priority. We’ll probably be planting a tree on her grave in the spring. In the mean time, it will be a while before I agree to take in another pet that lives in a tank… except for fish. But even that tank is going to be moved into the office and possibly transferred into the snake’s old tank, which is much larger than the one our fish currently inhabit.

My office hasn’t happened yet -but Mike has taken the initiative this week as far as cleaning and preparation go. I really appreciate that he’s behind me on this, because I do need a space to get my work done. Currently, my computer is in the basement which is damp and cold and full of bugs (like any basement). This tends to keep me from wanting to be there at all, even though my beautiful desk and computer are down there. It will be really nice to have a place to sort bills and file all the piles of paper/mail that tend to collect around the upstairs of the house. I also intend to set up the paper shredder in there, so that we won’t have stuff sitting around that I’m afraid to throw away because it has my account numbers and such on it.

Once I get all the junk moved out of that room, I plan to paint it most likely a shade of lavendar. Hopefully that will be very soon! I’m sorry there are no pictures to go with this post, but I just felt like my waiting to take them was one more excuse to not blog or write and that is something I want to make a daily habit of. It’s looking like school may not be a possibility this semester, after all. I got all excited about enrolling and finishing school and then I got this notice saying that I couldn’t enroll until I took care of this hold on my account for delinquency on my student loans. Turns out, even if I am enrolled as a student I can’t register for classes until this is taken care of -but I might be able to get it taken care of if I pay out of pocket. But I’m eligible for a pell grant! I cannot have the pell grant, however, until this hold is removed. Kind of cyclical, innit?

Anyhoo, my mother bought us a water heater for Mike’s birthday (he got a shirt too, just not on the day of) and we have a plumber installing it now. I had to move some things around in the ritual space and I tucked away all the pentacles and god/goddess statues so as not to frighten anyone. Of course, the large ram head with glowing green eyes and my pre-ritual goddess blessing are still visible in the basement. The plumber’s been pretty friendly so far, and I don’t enjoy making people uncomfortable. I guess it just makes me sad that we live in a world where I know that so many people would be uncomfortable if I were as open about my beliefs as so many other mainstream religious followers are. This is my weekend! Wear those pentacles proud, fellow pagans! Just not when you have a service person in your home trying to make a living. The guy we finally decided on was the only one who’d give me a quote on the phone, and he was about three minutes late -which for most service calls I’ve had to schedule is about two hours early. Once the job is finished, I’ll definitely be giving him a good review.

Gorgyles and Psylichics

So today I did the housewife thing and watched “daytime TV” before Charlie took his nap. Trading Spouses was on, and it was a rerun. Some friends of mine have told me about this episode, I think, but I had never seen it until now.

Wow. Here’s a sneak peak.

In this first clip, you meet Jeanne. She’s a Unitarian hypnotherapist from the East coast and she seems very well balanced and open to other people’s views. Unfortunately, she’s been dropped into a den of bloodthirsty wolves in Christian’s clothing. I won’t call these people Christians because they are so far from Christ it’s pitiable.

Throughout the episode you see her making efforts to connect with the Perrin family, and she manages to do so fairly successfully by the end of the episode. It seems that everyone in this episode eventually finds a way to survive, grow and learn from the experience except Margaret.

Speaking of the devil… Meet Margaret.

Seriously after watching this woman rant and spaz and blame all of her sinful pride on the holy spirit I wanted to run screaming from the living room. I know that Christians don’t behave this way. The sad thing is that there are a lot of people who call themselves Christians who act this way.

I’ve been a practicing pagan for over ten years now. Granted… these days I practice about as much as some Christians do (Yule, Beltaine, Samhain and sometimes potlucks) but overall I’ve changed my spiritual practice quite a bit. After all this time, I still remember and hold true the teachings of the church that brought me wisdom when I needed it or gave me that feeling of connectedness with the “holy spirit”.

I grew up Evangelical. My parents didn’t go with me to church, and I wasn’t forced to believe in or participate in anything I didn’t want to. I stayed as long as I did (about age 17) because I believed in a higher power and wanted to find a way to get closer to it. For me, even as a kid, church was a way to find spiritual meaning and guidance in a world that needed a lot more love. Although I’ve moved on to different methods, I still respect any person who has a spiritual belief, no matter how different. Sometimes the destination IS the journey.

How do people act this way and call themselves Christians? Isn’t it the main responsibility of a Christian to be Christ-like? When did Christ ever throw a person out of his house for being “dark sided”? How many psychics and prophets are there in the bible? Hell, there are even instances of spirit communication (check out David’s story sometime) therein. Still, part of me wants to blame the bible because people have used it to justify so many atrocities (both socially and politically) in human history. This behavior is just another example of how dangerous religion becomes when someone with little to no understanding of divinity and even less empathy for others gets unleashed upon a new environment.

I had a lot more to say about religion and the dangers of ignorance, but I’ve waited to long to write it and I’m beginning to think this topic needs a blog of it’s own -aside from the wacky antics of the demonically posessed Margaret Perrin. Seriously, watching this woman blame her prideful self-righteousness on the Holy Spirit reminded me of a scene from The Crucible. When do the hangings begin, so I can plan my escape? *shudder*

After Life

You know everybody has a take on the whole “hereafter” thing…

…but I really think we go back where we came from. The way I look at it, our souls have a source. Perhaps it’s a big collective soul (not the band) that everybody’s a part of. We leave it to come here and experience life in the material world, and to interact with each other from outside the “hive”. That would explain things like empathy and some people’s recollection of another life.

When we’re here, everything counts. All the people around us who’s lives we touch are permanently changed. Think about the effect that a loved one’s life and death have had on you. That alone means that anything and everything they did affected the world. One person at a time.

Then, when we pass… we go home. We meld back in to the universal consciousness and become one with that divine force that some people like to imagine as an old white haired guy who sits on a cloud and points his finger at us. Some people imagine it’s a god and a goddess. Some people think it’s a giant cash register in the sky.

Who knows whether it has a form? All I can say is, it feels nice to brush up against it once in a while when you’re holding a child or feeling the wind on your skin. My dad’s up there too. We’ll go someday and join them. Our kids will suffer the loss for a while… but I hope to equip my sons with a true understanding of the wholeness of the universe. Then they’ll know I’m always with them. Like dad is with me.

God Made Waves

Have I ever mentioned how much I love my Found Objects community on LiveJournal? I mean, it’s not my community actually, but I’ve been a member for years and I’ve seen some of the coolest, weirdest, funniest, and at times the most provocative stuff from all over the world. I just love it. Here’s today’s choice pick, found in Rome:

God Made Waves

On the Nature of God

I often call myself a witch and a pantheist. On occasion, I’ve been known to wear a crucifix and quote the bible. People sometimes write me off as a flake or a charlatan because I’m not exclusive and militant about religion. Let’s talk about that.

I believe in one all-powerful, omni-sentient and omni-present God. I believe that this God encompasses all of existence, and that the human mind cannot comprehend it entirely. God does not have a gender or an image except that which we individually assign to it, because it is easier for us to relate to something that looks like us than something which has no form.

I do not believe that the Bible is the word of God. While it does hold very good and wholesome parables, it also contains some very unwholesome and not so good messages. If people sat down and read the Bible from cover to cover, they would realize this. Unfortunately, most people look at the Bible as too challenging or not worth the time to read like a novel. All that pesky Old Testament stuff gets a little tedious, after all. When I was about 13 I got baptized, and decided then and there I’d better read this book for myself.

Every denomination, every religion, every separate cell-group of Bible readers, thumpers, and believers are based on another individual’s interpretation of the Bible. They are hand-fed a few verses at a time, a lesson here and there every Sunday. This does not promote an honest and complete knowledge of the Bible, nor does it uphold the integrity of the book itself. Most history buffs realize that the rigid Evangelical belief that this book is God’s sacred word, protected from tampering by his holy guidance, is baloney.

Men have been in control of this compilation of “holy” texts for far too long. Whatever the book may have been, once upon a time, it is no longer. This doesn’t mean I hate the Bible, or God, or Christians at large. Some of the most beautiful people (inside and out) I’ve known have been Christians. Some have been Pagan, and some have been Buddhists… you get the picture.

Ultimately, I believe that a person’s relationship with Divinity is personal and should be kept that way. It is not my place, or anyone else’s, to tell someone what kind of relationship they should have with God. It is not my place to tell them what name to use, what image to adopt, or how to go about worshipping.

It’s really not an issue how you worship or when or why. What matters is that you have respect for life, human and otherwise, and that you believe in something that’s greater than yourself. True compassion, kindness, and empathy are my proof that God exists. If you disagree, that’s fine too. But don’t labor under the assumption that you’re saving anyone from ignorance by convincing them to agree with you. The same goes for Christians -you weren’t put on this earth to be fishers of men or to save the heathens from a lake of fire.

You were put here to love, or to follow the example set by a man 2,000 years ago who preached love. So get to loving one another, dammit, and stop killing each other over a point of view. No two will ever be the same.