Earthgoddess
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I was emailed this and adored it-so I decided to share...
Enjoy!Sky-Is-Falling Paganism
It was suggested that this may be the forum in which to air my pet peeve.
Some of you from the newsgroup may recognize this. Dennis Miller, thou art
my muse!
If I hear one more black-lipstick-wearing high school girl in the occult
section of the bookstore whine about how she couldn't wear a particular
piece of jewelry after so-and-so touched it without first doing a cleansing
ritual, I'm gonna dump her frappucino all over her
more-alternative-than-thou mini backpack and scream at her to get some
realistic priorities.
I don't mean to get off on a rant here, but where did this sky-is-falling
Paganism come from? You know, the type of person who believes that magic is
afoot... that's just dying to kick people in the arse. Yes, Karma can have
the temperament of a rabid wolverine in heat that just found a stash of PCP,
but most of the time, universal retribution runs like Pagan Standard Time.
I have never seen cities leveled by hurricanes because the Purple
SageCrystal DragonEgg Coven forgot to dismiss the watchtower of air, nor
have I ever seen divinities waiting around in sacred groves looking at their
ethereal watches, waiting for someone to come around to see them off. The
elements and gods are grownups who know when the show's over. Follow their
example and let it go. Invocations to Coyote notwithstanding, I've never
seen any indication that anything showed up that wasn't there to begin with,
and isn't that the point? Accept the fact that if you sneeze on your
altar, walk widdershins within the circle, or use your athame as a throwing
dart for a poster of George W. Bush, your next papercut will not be due to
cosmic cause-and-effect.
Because I have a secret for you. You can't dismiss a deity, an element, an
archetype, or anything else you may have called in. Firstly, you can't ask
something to leave that's always there, and secondly, because you can't
control forces of Nature. I know this is blasphemy and sacrilege to all
magic users, but get a life, people. The Craft was a bad Hollywood movie,
not a how-to manual. You can't change your hair color by thinking hard about
it. You can't levitate objects, yourself, or do any of the tricks from
Bewitched. The only thing you can control is yourself, the only thing you
can change is your attitude, and the only influence you have on the workings
of the world is by communication and getting out of your mother's basement
and doing something.
But if you feel better for doing it, then that's your right as long as you
don't hurt anybody. But if you walk into my circle with any kind of love or
trust, you won't throw a hissy fit when we don't cut open the circle every
time someone leaves to go to the bathroom, or when we invoke the elements
starting in the South, or when we ground ourselves by doing the hokey-pokey.
Because maybe that really IS what it's all about!
I don't want to hear about your past lives, and I don't want to hear about
your magical affinities with cemeteries, bunny rabbits, faeries, crystals,
drugs, sexual positions, science fiction characters, role-playing systems,
or mass-produced Taiwanese-imported Atlantean divination cards. But if you
wrote a letter to your representative about the plight of the U'wa or gay
rights, I will gladly chat with you about how we can raise awareness about
issues outside of a Cone of Power.
Don't get me wrong, I love to wonder about the mysteries of life, the
universe, and everything. I even believe in most of the things I just
mentioned. But I don't think that lighting a candle will have a greater
effect than writing a letter to the editorial column of the local paper. I
light my candles after I do everything I can in the physical world. But I
won't spend my time talking about how important I was 300 years ago or how I
discovered through astral projection that my cat is really a Bodhisattva
sent to enlighten the neighborhood squirrels. But I might sell the movie
rights.
If you have empirical evidence that it was in fact the Morrigan who keyed
your car, hid your tube socks, killed your goldfish, and anally raped your
aura with a strap-on weasel, then maybe I'll reconsider my stance. But if
you can't prove it, I'll just chalk it up as a harmless paranoid delusion
and go on my merry - if cynical - way.
But that's just my opinion, I could be wrong!
Blessed Be!
Carey Oxler
The Gaia Community
Kansas City, MO pestic
Copyright Winter 2000, Connections magazine
Enjoy!Sky-Is-Falling Paganism
It was suggested that this may be the forum in which to air my pet peeve.
Some of you from the newsgroup may recognize this. Dennis Miller, thou art
my muse!
If I hear one more black-lipstick-wearing high school girl in the occult
section of the bookstore whine about how she couldn't wear a particular
piece of jewelry after so-and-so touched it without first doing a cleansing
ritual, I'm gonna dump her frappucino all over her
more-alternative-than-thou mini backpack and scream at her to get some
realistic priorities.
I don't mean to get off on a rant here, but where did this sky-is-falling
Paganism come from? You know, the type of person who believes that magic is
afoot... that's just dying to kick people in the arse. Yes, Karma can have
the temperament of a rabid wolverine in heat that just found a stash of PCP,
but most of the time, universal retribution runs like Pagan Standard Time.
I have never seen cities leveled by hurricanes because the Purple
SageCrystal DragonEgg Coven forgot to dismiss the watchtower of air, nor
have I ever seen divinities waiting around in sacred groves looking at their
ethereal watches, waiting for someone to come around to see them off. The
elements and gods are grownups who know when the show's over. Follow their
example and let it go. Invocations to Coyote notwithstanding, I've never
seen any indication that anything showed up that wasn't there to begin with,
and isn't that the point? Accept the fact that if you sneeze on your
altar, walk widdershins within the circle, or use your athame as a throwing
dart for a poster of George W. Bush, your next papercut will not be due to
cosmic cause-and-effect.
Because I have a secret for you. You can't dismiss a deity, an element, an
archetype, or anything else you may have called in. Firstly, you can't ask
something to leave that's always there, and secondly, because you can't
control forces of Nature. I know this is blasphemy and sacrilege to all
magic users, but get a life, people. The Craft was a bad Hollywood movie,
not a how-to manual. You can't change your hair color by thinking hard about
it. You can't levitate objects, yourself, or do any of the tricks from
Bewitched. The only thing you can control is yourself, the only thing you
can change is your attitude, and the only influence you have on the workings
of the world is by communication and getting out of your mother's basement
and doing something.
But if you feel better for doing it, then that's your right as long as you
don't hurt anybody. But if you walk into my circle with any kind of love or
trust, you won't throw a hissy fit when we don't cut open the circle every
time someone leaves to go to the bathroom, or when we invoke the elements
starting in the South, or when we ground ourselves by doing the hokey-pokey.
Because maybe that really IS what it's all about!
I don't want to hear about your past lives, and I don't want to hear about
your magical affinities with cemeteries, bunny rabbits, faeries, crystals,
drugs, sexual positions, science fiction characters, role-playing systems,
or mass-produced Taiwanese-imported Atlantean divination cards. But if you
wrote a letter to your representative about the plight of the U'wa or gay
rights, I will gladly chat with you about how we can raise awareness about
issues outside of a Cone of Power.
Don't get me wrong, I love to wonder about the mysteries of life, the
universe, and everything. I even believe in most of the things I just
mentioned. But I don't think that lighting a candle will have a greater
effect than writing a letter to the editorial column of the local paper. I
light my candles after I do everything I can in the physical world. But I
won't spend my time talking about how important I was 300 years ago or how I
discovered through astral projection that my cat is really a Bodhisattva
sent to enlighten the neighborhood squirrels. But I might sell the movie
rights.
If you have empirical evidence that it was in fact the Morrigan who keyed
your car, hid your tube socks, killed your goldfish, and anally raped your
aura with a strap-on weasel, then maybe I'll reconsider my stance. But if
you can't prove it, I'll just chalk it up as a harmless paranoid delusion
and go on my merry - if cynical - way.
But that's just my opinion, I could be wrong!
Blessed Be!
Carey Oxler
The Gaia Community
Kansas City, MO pestic
Copyright Winter 2000, Connections magazine
