When I was pregnant with my first child, I read the Bible in its entirity…. from beginning to end. That, of course, scared the begeezers out of me. Then I did a little research on the origins of the Bible, and it quickly became clear that it was written by power-hungry men with political agendas.
I rejected the idea that the divine is solely masculine…. that there is one god and no goddess. If we must have a mother and a father to come into existence, why wouldn’t there be both a god and a goddess… a masculine and feminine energy?
So I started to study religion in general. All religion. I became an avid reader. I enlisted the aide of meditation. And I found Neo-Paganism. It spoke to me. It felt natural. It made a lot more sense to me than any of the three major monotheisms that dominate our culture. They’ve worked very hard to extinguish the sacred feminine and they neary succeeded. But remnants of the sacred femine survived and the goddess is re-emerging.
I don’t adhere in any specific Pagan tradition, such as Wicca or Druidry. Like so many other Pagans, I’ve carved out my own, unique, solitary path. That’s the beauty of Neo-Paganism: There’s no dogma… no doctrine… no holy scriptures one must live by. One just follows her heart. “An it harm none, do as ye will.”
Letting go of Christianity and the dogma of the Bible was a gradual process. It wasn’t easy to undo all the indoctrination I’d gone through growing up (which is really no different than being brainwashed in a cult). I continued to cringe at the sight of a pentacle, even though I knew it wasn’t a symbol for satanism (that would be an inverted pentacle, much like an inverted crucifix). But slowly I’ve been able to embrace my true calling.
Since very few people in my life have the time to sit and listen to me ramble on about my chosen path, I find myself talking to myself a lot. Done in excess, this habit might land me in the psyche ward, so I decided blogging might be the better route.
And so it begins…..
