Wiccan Belief, Wiccan Tradition

So, the title of the post represents some of what users have used to bring them to my site over the past week.  I can’t really emphasize anything in particular – I would recommend the links to the right for more information about Wicca in general.  Yet, I do have something interesting within my own life to share, if anyone would be willing to cock a listening ear.

The conversation began as any conversation – and lasted for a long time about secret organizations, and what Wicca would have become if all of its secrets had not been leaked.  What if we had a way to exert control over the imposters?  An interesting concept, to say the least.

But then it led to me finally asking my high priest:  Who taught you?  Who taught them?  At first, he did begin to delve into our “physical” religious history.  He told me of the two different traditions from which he was born – of the charges he was given as a third degree, and where he has gone since then.  He told me of the three of the seventy three witches at the ’74 witchmeet who were part of his magical ancestry.  He told me of his ex-wife, who nearly went crazy while subjected to all of the knowledge and mysteries of the path in three months, instead of years and years.

But the discussion took a turn while we were talking, and ended at this:

Do not allow me to tell you of those who taught me, nor allow yourself to tell others of me.  We gain our spiritual knowledge, we move along our spiritual paths not from the wisdom of humans, but from the wisdom of the universe itself.  Our teachers are not our high priests and priestesses, but rather Jesus and Allah and Buddha, Adonis and Anubis and Hecate.  Diana, Aphrodite, Ra, Odin – let these be our teachers.

Wicca is a religion.  It is a hierarchal path to gain enlightenment.  Yet going through the steps – ascending the ‘spiritual ladder’ and gaining our marks of honor are merely recognitions that we have learned *something*.

But what lies between us and God(s)?  That’s our path.  And that is the single most important thing in any discussion of religions and philosophies.

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Fundie of the Week Award: Michelle Bachmann

I know the last one I found was in July, so we’re altering the name: the brand spanking new Fundie of the Month award.  I should take some time to create a little picture award to go along with it.  Then I can send it to the people/organizations in question.

Anywho, onto the award.

Congresswoman Michele Bachmann gets the award, although I’m not sure if we should just commit her instead.  The congresswoman released a statement to OneNewsNow, saying

“[Pelosi] is committed to her global warming fanaticism to the point where she has said that she’s just trying to save the planet. We all know that someone did that over 2,000 years ago, they saved the planet — we didn’t need Nancy Pelosi to do that,” says Bachmann.

Someone saved the planet over 2,000 years ago!  Have you heard the good news?

I am all about my religion creating what I believe to be right and true.  But that gives me no right to ignore current issues because my religion says that nothing except the spiritual matters.  Face it, congresswoman: if you’re unwilling to recognize current day issues and are blowing them off because “someone else saved the planet,” should you really be a politician?

Not only is that using your religion as a shield, it’s also shirking your job duties!  I don’t care if you fight either way – I’d prefer that you tried to save the planet, too – but a statement like that can be applied to anything.

“I don’t care about fuel prices…Jesus saved the world!”

“I don’t care about abortion – Jesus saved the world!”

“I don’t care about people dying in a multi billion dollar war over gas while I try to eliminate the last few polar bears on earth in a move that will lower gas prices by ten cents – in twenty years…Jesus saved the world!”

Come on, now.  Honestly?

Number Three of the Top Ten Things A Witch Learns Over Time

Well, readers, I can assure you that my butt will be rather sore today as I transverse the miles between Rome, Ny and Canajoharie, NY, into the southern Adirondacks.

Number 3: Fundies Never Change

This doesn’t just go for Christian fundamentalists, but any fundamentalists. They always use the same arguments, because that’s what they’re trained to do. And their closed minds may piss you off, but battering them with your own wit isn’t going to make those iron doors open.

We all get almost a conversionary zeal sometimes in defending our own path. It’s what we know to be natural and right, and when we hear things like, “You’re going to hell because the Bible is God’s Word, and all men fall short of the glory of god. Repent, sinner, and cast your cries to Jesus to make your life better…” it can piss us off, especially at the end of a long day. They may be on the street, on the phone, or on your favorite forums, but its always wise to remind yourself that it’s best to back away.

It can feel so good though, to throw their words back at them, to use their own weapon (the Bible) against them. Even I slip occasionally – just the other day I was forced to email a fundie who ran a website and had insulted the 13 Principles by misinterpreting them beyond the normal standards. I believe the man had related the third principle, about the respecting the world in which we live, to abortion. Apparently, caring for the environment murders babies. Who knew.

Anyway, the point is, the best we can do is say, “You have your way and I have mine. May you walk a long and fruitful path that does not cross with mine again.” And pray for the gods to open their hearts – much as, I’m sure, they’ll be praying for Jesus to open yours.

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Jesus, I pray…

My high priest and I sometimes, although not often, converse about the prayer within, around and regarding Jesus Christ, their Lord and Saviour.  I hesitate to write this post, but I know I must, as I am entitled to my opinion, and generally I consider my own opinion of the open minded one.  If angered, upset, or otherwise taken aside by my post, feel free to comment or drop me an email.  If you enjoy it, comment as well!  The following will simply be a collection of comments regarding a few select interreligious experiences I have had with Christians extremely set in the, “My way is the only way” type of mindset.

It Begins…

“Lord Jesus, I pray you take these sinners into your hands and bless them, make them see your way, O Lord, that they may be saved and not perish in the fiery pits of hell…in the Lord’s name, Amen.”

I don’t have the magic priest-talk down – quite yet – but I think I did a pretty damn good impression of the few encounters I’ve had with Christians who have asked if they could pray for me.

I suppose I shouldn’t have started exploring so young.  The first time I purposely encountered a fundamentalist preacher was when I was fifteen or sixteen, curious about their path, which claimed to be open minded.  Mind you, I am referring to a church which is not part of any larger commune of churches – it is  a small town church, in its own little world.  I explained to the man that I doing research on churches and was wondering if I could ask some questions.

I told myself I wasn’t looking for a fight – not really – but I had been under the tutelage of my high priest for about a year and was just itching for a chance to stand up for what I believed in.  Eventually, the questions came my way as I was sitting in the man’s house.

“Are you a Christian?  Why not come a few more Sundays?  There’s a great teen program…”

And eventually, as I stood to leave, he asked if he could pray for me.  I assented of course, and the prayer above is about what I got.

Now.  If I ask to pray for someone, my prayer’s going to be something along the lines of,

“Please (insert gods names here), bless (insert persons name here) and give them the strength, courage, and faith to continue along their path.”

Not…

“Please (insert gods names here), help (insert persons name here) to see the error of their ways and convert to Wicca so that they don’t…”

Oh, wait.  We don’t have a “The gods are going to spank you if you’re naughty!” line.

Damn.

It Continues…

Onto the Mormons.  God, I love Mormons.  They are the most respectful, shy, and tolerant people you will ever meet.  The missionaries are people just like myself in terms of age, who are required to walk around, knocking on doors, spreading their faith.  My guess is, they’re so excited you’ll talk to them, they don’t even mind if you don’t plan on converting!

I started talking to them when I was sixteen as well.  They showed up at my door one day, and I was busy, but I offered to meet again with them later, where I worked – the local library.

I went through a few sets of Mormons this way – they kept my phone number, calling occasionally.  But, there was one set of Mormons I especially remember – I feel bad that I can’t remember their names.  If you don’t know the basic Mormon missionary set up, they usually travel in pairs in towns, stay for a month or two, and then move elsewhere.

I met this pair in the library after work.  They immediately wanted to talk to me about their faith, and how I should convert.  After a brief biblical conversation, in which I proved myself relatively worthy of speaking to, I said something that most likely blew their minds:

“I’ll come to your church.  But, only if you come to mine.”

And so… a few minutes later, on a hot summer day, I had convinced two Mormon missionaries to trek out to the woods across two corn fields with me, all dressed up in their white shirts, dress shoes and black pants.

And when we had gone down the deer trail, onto the main trek, down a hill covered in dead leaves to the valley I practiced in, adjacent to a small, bubbling creek, surrounded completely by nature, I invited them to sit with me on the stumps that served as chairs.

“This is god.”  I said.  “This is where I worship – with the sky as my temple, and the ground as my floor, and God all around me.”

The need for argument, for convincing me to confess my sins and turn to the right path was gone, and left only wonder, and tolerance in place.  The only thing further spoken of my faith by those missionaries that day was,

“As long as you believe in something – I think we all find God in different ways.”

Take that for tolerance, Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.

The Final Note

Well, you’ve heard two anecdotes relating Christians and myself.  Now, I have one last thing – something my high priest and I joke of occasionally…

I beg you, Jesus – let the rapture begin!  Take your Saved away and give us back our earth…

Til next time!