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I’m Glad They Don’t Take Us Seriously.

When I first saw this video

I was angry. The dopey music put me off. The weird video clips and ending the piece by focusing on Christians…? It was all infuriating.

As I thought more about it, I got angrier. Christians only make up about 7 percent of the population, but they seem to control the dialog. Even major publications like the New York Times present Christian beliefs and prayers as completely normal, completely rational and normative Read More. but somehow, pagan beliefs are ridiculous.

No plunky music plays over clips of church services. No counter-“curses” are thrown their way.


Then, as I sat down to write this, I realized something else: it’s a good thing. It’s good no one takes us seriously as pagans. It’s good they don’t see us as policy influencers or reputable believers.

It’s good because if they continue to see us all as caricatures, Dungeons and Dragons cosplayers chanting in smoky basements before going back to our video games and science fiction books, then they leave us alone.

Pagans are as multi-faceted as the gods we worship. We believe many things, look a million ways and live a million lives the “mainstream” religions could never understand.

And it’s good for us.

While they focus on countering our prayers, our spells aimed at making the world a better place, we continue forward. We mind our own business and call to the gods that predate their books, their religion, their constraints.

So instead of getting angry, I have this to say: Ignore us. Underestimate us. And, leave us alone.


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Feeling Chained

The closer I get to having all of my dreams come true in the modern world, the more my heart cries out for escape from it all.

This week I am supposed to find out the direction of the next 5-10 years of my life. I have a business loan on the horizon, a paycheck that will enable me to get a HOME for my family. A real place. A permanent place.

It’s everything I have been working for.

And suddenly I just want to run away. I want to scoop up my family, and drive into the deepest part of the forest and just disappear from modern life.


I want to start with a tent or a shed and sacks of flour and sugar and little else.
I want to forage and cut down the trees to build our home.
I want to hunt and fish and live off the land.
(All things my family is capable of, by the way).


I want to listen to the animals and watch my children invent games with nothing more than their own minds and the sticks and stones around them.

I long for it.

I couldn’t manage it this year. I couldn’t manage the funding soon enough to get away for a road trip, much less a permanent piece of land somewhere.
But I long for it. I really do.


Instead of getting depressed, I decided to take action. I realize that I cannot simply uproot my family. I cannot pull my children from their community, their school, away from grandparents they love. If we moved, it would have to be in stages, summers spent building a home on some land while we rent a home in their school district.

My way forward is the responsible way, the way of the hearth, Brighid’s way.

My first action was to make a money oil. I wasn’t thrilled with any of the “recipes” in my spell books, so I looked on up online and discovered an awesome resource in Noah Tempestarii. He is a kindred spirit making connection with Deity practical and accessible. Check him out.

Anyway, his money oil way simple and inspired, containing herbs I agreed with.

With this oil, I am going to do a money spell tonight in the glow of the waxing moon.

As the moon grows, so will my income.

I am not asking to get rich quick or to take from anyone. I am refocusing my efforts on earning and drawing money to my efforts.

I don’t think money solves everything, but if I am to exist in this world, I must operate within it.