To my fellow Pagans. Priestess! Priests! Solitaries! Those who channel the Divine ones! Hear me out. Take a moment to immerse yourself in the possibility of something else.
The beautiful thing about loss is that it makes you appreciate the moment of having. At Samhain, I honor the lost and I cherish the living. Whether we have been Sisters or enemies, we have been in the same boat from the very beginning. Struggling, starving, grasping… laughing, playing, hugging. We are more alike than we are different. Know that even in anger, you taught me something. I have forgiven myself for the anger I had towards you. It was misunderstanding. Lack of clear communication. It was the ignorance and arrogance of youth and a mistrust of the self. I’m not there any more. I’ve had my anger and I stood up when I knocked myself down. I have one foot in each world, I’m bearing down and giving birth to something greater with the vision of helping others. In death there is life. No deep trenches can divide the Great Mother from Her Creation. Nothing keeps me from you. We are on the same side of the wall and I see you. So many of us fight, yet how many of us stop and think…
What would it be like if all of the others are gone? If it was the loneliness and isolation that haunted you instead of the crabbing and fighting? What if the fighting could stop and we laid down our weapons against each other and looked into mirrored expressions. What if we saw ourselves reflected back? Maybe the thing that started it was the realization, the fear is that we are all too alike and not very different at all.
Us versus them. That’s what society has taught us is normal. That’s the illusion. There is no enemy beyond the self. It’s US VERSUS US. Sister against Sister, Crone against Maiden. Witch against herself. Does that seem like the natural order? The intelligent design that we caress and call our Path? Is this Paganism to you? It’s not my vision. No.So I’ll take the first step towards a brave new world.
Our differences enliven our experiences. Life is nothing without the sacred chase, the rhythmic spiral dance of the Lord and Lady, the ebb and flow of the tides, and the divide we imagine is only that, an illusion. We are the Masters of manifestation, we are the rising five-pointed star, we are the WILL of the Earth Mother! Call me out if you wish. Do it right here and right now. I am ready to answer for my ignorance. I’m afraid of nothing that I haven’t already seen inside myself. Let’s all act like this is the twilight of a new era, because this is it. This is the turning point in our unknown, grand adventure. ❤ Glittery, sparkly, broken, crushed, standing and roaring – Shining Quill the Unicorn