30 Day Pagan Journaling Challenge 9-2-2017
There is a 30 day Pagan journaling challenge for the month of September set up on Instagram and I thought it would be fun to do it – and would get me back into the swing of things as well.
And back into blogging here as I answer the posts. (I’m not much of an Instagram person.)
Today’s question is:
How did I become Pagan?
The sarcastic part of me wants to answer this with “I jumped on the nearest broom and flew to the moon and danced with the devil and all his demons and then was given the secrets to making magic and…”
Yeah, no. It’s nothing like that.
As mentioned previously (in yesterday’s post and in “My Path to My Path”) I came to Paganism through the much-maligned New Age Movement.
What I felt on a soul-level just didn’t fit with what I’d learned in church and Sunday School and summer Bible Camps when I was a kid, but much of what came from the New Age movement did: spirit guides, divination, crystals…
Somehow through that (and a long string of “coincidences”) I got in touch with someone I’d known in college, and she introduced me to the concept of Goddess Worship.
And that fit too, but…
It still didn’t seem right. It seemed to be just as one sided as the patriarchal religion that I hadn’t quite figured out how to let go of yet.
So I started trying to blend the two and, well… it didn’t go too well. For some reason I never connected Goddess Worship with Paganism. (And, actually, at the time I probably wouldn’t have connected Paganism with the Greek mythology that had provided an “ah ha!” moment in high school, either.*)
But what it did do was introduce me to “witchcraft” as something… not evil.
Then one day I was in the occult section of a Waldenbooks (anyone remember them?) and this little paperback just about jumped into my hands. It was The Truth About Witchcraft Today by Scott Cunningham. I bought it, read it, and felt as if I had come home.
That was over twenty five years ago, and while I may have changed a few things here and there it was minor redecorating. I had found my home and I have been happy in it ever since.
*In high school we had a mini course on mythology. At some point during it I realized that this had been their religion, just like Christianity was. (And wondered what made The Bible more than another set of myths, a question that I wisely kept to myself at the time.) I thought it was sad that the old gods were no longer worshiped, so on my way home from school that day I sort of “adopted” three of them: Apollo, Artemis, and Athena.