Dear Jesus, I am writing to you today to update you on my progress. It’s been a while and I believe that communication is the first step in opening doorways.
Spring is upon us again at Deeply Rooted. Nothing could be more apparent as I walked the land and looked at the shrines, the trees, and the buildings of the community yesterday. Reflected in the faces of the people who make up our Tribe, is the inescapable reality that much has changed for folks over the last brutal winter. Paganism, the growing seedling, splitting from the Old Ways and reaching from the fertile soil to the sun of New Ways. It’s hungering for more and like any hungry animal, it’s on the move.
The Pagan movement is becoming obvious everywhere, and Jesus, I think you can see it too. Pop culture is once again filled with the images of Witchcraft, the Occult, and crazy notions of abandoning the abuse that haunted us in the past. Social media is blowing up with memes about feminism, the Goddess, and your old pal Satan. These images are from folks, anonymous or otherwise that express our views. As Pagan folk, we’re bartering misogyny, the antiquated perceptions of gender, sexuality, and relationships, and helplessness for seedlings of Will.
These “Magick beans” are a bridge made of humanity’s dreams to the greatest story ever told. As we ascend the beanstalk to the undiscovered country, and boldly go where humans have gone before, we remember you. You will always be part of the history of Paganism, and while many of us have very mixed feelings about your impact upon the world – I do not. I wrote you this letter to forgive you and your followers for the atrocious acts that were done in your name. As a recovering Catholic, I had played my part in the destruction of our planet’s resources, social ignorance, and bigotry towards others those I didn’t understand.
The impact of losing countless species, natural resources and becoming so filled with hatred that we’ve essentially lost all sense of community and Tribe is too high a price to pay for your offer of salvation. Many of us are still reeling from the pain caused by your words. All of this because we were promised to be saved. We were told by you that you were coming back for us and that this was merely a temporary rest stop to some great and glorious heavenly exaltation. I’m writing you this letter, on the day of your resurrection, to tell you that I forgive you for lying to us and that in light of that mistrust, I’ve decided to become my own savior. That’s right, the prodigal daughter is not returning to fulfill your father’s whims because of his sloppy parenting.
As a Pagan, the rapture of dancing in the lake of fire is just too good to pass up! I’d rather be left behind with my Tribe and Mother Earth, then come along with you on some wild goose chase. I’m grateful for the offer of salvation, yet I believe I’ve got it covered. I’m happy being able to choose for myself and watching my friends thrive on their path. I’m doing alright even though I got a little sunburned yesterday. Healthy snakes have to shed their skin eventually, and getting a bit burnt is part of the process. So I wish you well on your journey and wanted to let you know that I’m alright with going to Hel – She’s a pretty neat Goddess. Have a fantastic trip and please send postcards from time to time as you transit from society.
Nor Yours any more,
Shining Quill the Unicorn
PS: If you ever want to join up with us Pagans, we’re in desperate need of bartenders. We love our honey mead and I heard you have a knack for the transmutation of water to booze.