I didn't make a post yesterday because I was tired and just rather have listened to music, talked to my best friend and read over posting something. So today I might post twice to make up for it.
Right now I'll post on something semi-gross, but something which people may, or may not, know. I own a black cat. Cliche for a witch, but I got my cat before I started calling myself a witch. We wanted a calico, but they didn't have any and my cat was perfect when I saw her. She was pushing her brother's head down into the littler box playing with him and then he jumped on her. They were having fun together. (We should have gotten two cats because now she's mean and fat.)
But lately we've been remodeling the house and because of that it's been rather messy. Neither my mom, nor myself have had much inclination to clean normally(I mean it's not nasty, just stuff everywhere like in a normal remodeling) and once this one room is done everything will pretty much go back to normal because we'll finally have room to move around.
In it all my cat has found new hiding places,stuff to smell, things to play with that she shouldn't and she's already claimed a new chair as her own. Typical cat stuff.
But in it my cat has been throwing up nearly everyday it seems. It's not everyday, just every few days, and it's never a lot, just a bit, plus the normal hair balls. I woke up this morning to her puking. I finally had enough and wondered if it was time to take her to the vet and read that she's probably just stressed.
Now I figured the other day that's probably what it was. She's not had to live in this sort of chaos ever. She normally throws up hairballs every few months, and when she has to go on car trips because she get motion sickness. She went to the vet a few months ago, was pronounced healthy and is an indoor only cat(unless we take her outside for a few minutes because even indoor cats need fresh air.) so it's not some disease.
My cat is stressed. I look at her and I know that's what it is. Her eyes tell me so. She sleeps a lot, doesn't play a bunch(not like she ever did in her adult life) and she generally looks depressed.
My poor cat is depressed because we're trying to make the house look better, and she likes the results, different smells, different things to climb, different places to hide.
So hopefully we'll be done this week with that room and hopefully she'll stop throwing up so much. I mean there's no place we can put her, or have her stay, so she's stuck in the mess.
So what does this have to do with paganism? Since that's the goal of this blog. Well my kitty joins me in ritual all the time. I can close the door, but she insists on coming in and then sitting! on my altar during it. She's become my physical familiar and she's also my best animal friend. I love her to death. I've learned to read her the same as she reads me. She knows when I'm down and out. She knows when I don't feel good and she'll come and sit with me and purr. You cannot be upset when a cat purrs and looks at you with those eyes. Her job in the house is known as the "feel better kitty." She earns her keep by making you feel better, playing with you, keeping the mouse under the stove(we're not infested, but we have field mice who try to come in because of the winter. Having a gas stove leaves space for them to come in to try and warm themselves. They leave in the spring or when it warms up in the winter.) and she eats the flies that come in. She's a good cat. She's a good companion.
Therefore her being stressed is my distress. I want to do all of this quickly and well. I want to stop her throwing up. She makes me feel better and it's time I made her feel better. Cleaning up is what I'll have to do.
PS. When she went up with us last year for Christmas my mom brought her in to look at my cousin who doesn't like cats and doesn't like her too much. She said my cat looks like a witch's cat. I laughed to myself because she is a witch's cat. Mine.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
The Introductory Post
I said that my first post wasn't going to be an introductory post because that's a bit cliche. So instead I made it the less cliche second post.
I think introductory posts are always hard because I never know what to put in them. But here's my stab at it.
I'm a 23 year old witch who's been studying the pagan path for about 11 years. So that would make me 12 when I first found something pagan. Seems young, but it's not uncommon. However I didn't call myself a pagan or a witch until I was about 16. So 7-11 years of this. I still say I know nothing.
What brought me to the pagan path was a common dissatisfaction with my home religion, Christianity. Now don't get me wrong I wasn't dissatisfied with Christians, or with what the Bible said exactly, though I didn't agree with a bunch of it. It was my inability to relate with the Christian God. I found it next to impossible to have the relationship that is supposed to be had with God. Other Christians had it. I didn't. I tried. But it was like trying to talk to that really cute boy in high school when you're the painfully shy, bucktoothed girl. I craved that relationship. I learned my Bible verses, I went to church, I was in a Christian school (Not of my own free will, but I wasn't unhappy about it.), I learned to read the Bible on my own, I said my prayers, I even went so far as to begin to learn the more advanced stuff like Jewish law, reading Revelations, and trying to truly understand the more complex stuff.
Nothing. I got nothing. My prayers went unanswered. I finally realized after 12 years of doing what I was supposed to it was like talking to a brick wall. You can do it all day. You'll never get an answer. And that, to me, wasn't how it was supposed to be. My aunt had her prayers answered, not all the time, but some. So did my mom and other Christians I knew. And it wasn't like I was asking for hard things like world peace or stupid things like to pass my math test. And I definitely didn't ask for things all the time. I just wanted a few things, things that almost any child or pre-teen would want that would be serious, at the time. But nothing. In a relationship you're supposed to have communication. Otherwise it's not a relationship and I grew tired of the one way communication.
But when I was younger my mom bought me a Greco-Roman mythology book. I was about 8 or so when I got it and I read it cover to cover. I loved that book. I wish I could find it. Hopefully it's in the attic. I thought over and over in my mind that the names for the Gods were beautiful. So beautiful I thought about naming my children after Them. (You know every girl does this at some point.) So wondeful were those stories I wondered if They weren't real. But at 8 or so I knew that was bad. God was the only God and those stories were just stories. So I focused harder on what I was supposed to be doing.
But those stories never left me. I continued to read that book and other rmythology books. I really got into history because of that book. After reading more and more I began to really wonder why people didn't worship these Gods anymore. Up until then I hadn't explored the reasoning and felt like it was a "tragedy" that Artemis and Apollo weren't worshipped anymore. Their stories were fascinating and they stayed with me and entered my dreams. I never had that experience reading the Exodus story. These were far more alive.
I wasn't until I was 12 and received another book that mentioned Wicca that I found out. I looked up what Wicca was, but didn't really pursue it because even then I had the same reaction many Christians do. Witches were evil or fake. They weren't real or good. So I put it away for about 2 years. In that 2 years my thoughts and feelings toward Christianity became less ardent and more lip-service that I fully accepted as lip-service. I went to a Christian school because that's where my mom sent me and I didn't have much choice. I had to take a Bible class and that was that. We prayed in Spanish in Spanish class, history class completely glossed over the fact that once Christianity got a good hold they systemtically wiped out those who were not the same in sometimes to often brutal fashion. Or they co-opted holidays or whatever. I mean who would considering you always want to look good.
In 9th grade I remember having to do a vin diagram on Hinduism and Buddhism then compare them to Christianiy. I remember that that was probably one of the most fun projects, and the easiest, for me. I had so much fun finding out about other religions and that I liked them. I didn't feel like they were evil or bad or wrong or misleading. I didn't put any of that on my diagram. I put facts, not feelings. I don't know where that thing is, or even what grade I got on it. I do remember being questioned as to why I didn't do the standard thing. I don't remember my answer.
Another project we had to do was write our own myth. Instead of using the Greco-Roman pantheon I used the Norse pantheon. I changed some of it, left much the same. It was supposed to be our own myth and I didn't want to copy or do something I felt, oddly enough, would be sacreligious in telling a new myth with the Gods the same. I also didn't want anyone to know that at the time I was actively studying Wicca and that I felt a connection to the Old Gods. So I changed things around, was questioned at my use of Hel being a Goddess(had to say that Hel was spelled with 1 L, not 2.) and that Bragi was a bull in my myth. I got a perfect score on it. My classmates loved my story. I don't know where that paper is. Probably in the attic.
So as I mentioned I was in 9th grade, 14, and studying Wicca because I wanted something new. Wicca was completely new. I decided that I would look at all religions as if I were an alien on this planet and knew nothing. In addition to Wicca I studied various forms of Christianity(maybe my old approach of Pentacostalism wasn't suiting, overall nothing suited.) Hinduism, Buddhism, Judaism, Islam(before 9-11 this wouldn't have put you on the terrorist list), Satanism, and some small religions I can't remember right now. I looked into everything and was fascinated that so my variety existed. In my world variety was missing.
At 14 I had this notion that magick would cure all my ills. I'd have my prayers answered and I would be awesome. Luckily for me I kept reading and learned that magick wouldn't help me with everything, my prayers wouldn't always be answered and that it was hard work. I was fine with that. Hard work isn't bad. I was so happy that I finally found something that spoke to me and made me feel as if I had finally come to something that worked. When I first said my prayers to a different God I felt happy. I felt like I was heard. (Since then I've had numerous incounters with my Gods, including one that occured in a moment of intense intimacy.)
I should also mention here that I was happy to find that goddesses did exist. When I was younger, say 5-7, we used to say that Mother Nature was God's wife. How funny that now I'm older it's true. I was always dismayed that God made pairs, but had no pair.
I did some magick when I was 14. I will say that I made big mistakes too. I had just happened to have a huge falling out with a friend and I did a curse that, luckily, I didn't put my full heart into. I was just angry and highly upset. It was stupid, but at 14 I did stupid things. I still do stupid things at 23, but now understand that what I did then could have been very harmful. That was my first and only curse. Since then I also know that cursing isn't so totally awful, evil, mean, but honestly takes far more energy to sustain than to bind or even ignore if possible.
I continued to study Wicca in my home and when I went to the library I'd pick up what meager books they had on the subject, along with mythology books. So that way when I checked them out it wouldn't look suspiscious since the Wicca books held some mythology in them. Small town, small library, gotta take what you have. But I didn't want my mom to know because I didn't know what her reaction would be. It wasn't good at first. Not good at all. She was highly upset. But when I told her how I felt, after some rehersal, she understood that I wasn't just doing this for fun and this wasn't a stage that just happens like only eating rice. After a while, and some discussions on religion and my agnostic theism(I believe personally the Gods exist, but can't prove or disprove Their existance to another. In fact if I could I wouldn't bother. It's not my place.) she came to accept that I wasn't a Christian, but that I still loved her and still respected it. I was told that until I was 18 I would have to receive permission to cast spells and do rituals. I was fine with that. I could have books, study, meditate and do whatever, I just had to get permission. I would say I was far luckier than many and didn't press the point of what I would do if she said no.
So during my high school years I studied and studied and studied. I found that there were more pagan religions out there than just Wicca. I found Hellenismos, which is a Reconstructionist religion for the Greek religion. I found a sort of home there. But overall decided to hold off on fully dedicating myself to that path. I still explore it, but not to the extent I will in the future.
When I was in college I took an ancient philosophy class, which I loved, and I learned about the pre-Socratics and their use of the elements to help them define what the Earth and things were made of. This was my first introduction to the elements in a format I never looked at and got me started on learning as much as I could about the elements. Ever since then I'd refer to myself as an elemental witch, if I wanted to be specific in a conversation concerning the elements.
And now here I am. I'm a 23 year old legally agnostic, Greek-leaning, elemental, pagan witch. I've learned many lessons, read many websites, read book after book, finally was able to buy some when I got a job, and I still love what I am and do. I celebrate the Sabbats and are incorporating some Greek festivals. I love watching the moon at night, don't mind being outside so much(though I avoid it at my home because I'm allergic to wasps, bees and hornets and that's what's about my house often.) if I'm at a park. When it rains...well rain sounds are beautiful anytime. When it snows I feel the Mother's warmth. I love it. I'm home.
I think introductory posts are always hard because I never know what to put in them. But here's my stab at it.
I'm a 23 year old witch who's been studying the pagan path for about 11 years. So that would make me 12 when I first found something pagan. Seems young, but it's not uncommon. However I didn't call myself a pagan or a witch until I was about 16. So 7-11 years of this. I still say I know nothing.
What brought me to the pagan path was a common dissatisfaction with my home religion, Christianity. Now don't get me wrong I wasn't dissatisfied with Christians, or with what the Bible said exactly, though I didn't agree with a bunch of it. It was my inability to relate with the Christian God. I found it next to impossible to have the relationship that is supposed to be had with God. Other Christians had it. I didn't. I tried. But it was like trying to talk to that really cute boy in high school when you're the painfully shy, bucktoothed girl. I craved that relationship. I learned my Bible verses, I went to church, I was in a Christian school (Not of my own free will, but I wasn't unhappy about it.), I learned to read the Bible on my own, I said my prayers, I even went so far as to begin to learn the more advanced stuff like Jewish law, reading Revelations, and trying to truly understand the more complex stuff.
Nothing. I got nothing. My prayers went unanswered. I finally realized after 12 years of doing what I was supposed to it was like talking to a brick wall. You can do it all day. You'll never get an answer. And that, to me, wasn't how it was supposed to be. My aunt had her prayers answered, not all the time, but some. So did my mom and other Christians I knew. And it wasn't like I was asking for hard things like world peace or stupid things like to pass my math test. And I definitely didn't ask for things all the time. I just wanted a few things, things that almost any child or pre-teen would want that would be serious, at the time. But nothing. In a relationship you're supposed to have communication. Otherwise it's not a relationship and I grew tired of the one way communication.
But when I was younger my mom bought me a Greco-Roman mythology book. I was about 8 or so when I got it and I read it cover to cover. I loved that book. I wish I could find it. Hopefully it's in the attic. I thought over and over in my mind that the names for the Gods were beautiful. So beautiful I thought about naming my children after Them. (You know every girl does this at some point.) So wondeful were those stories I wondered if They weren't real. But at 8 or so I knew that was bad. God was the only God and those stories were just stories. So I focused harder on what I was supposed to be doing.
But those stories never left me. I continued to read that book and other rmythology books. I really got into history because of that book. After reading more and more I began to really wonder why people didn't worship these Gods anymore. Up until then I hadn't explored the reasoning and felt like it was a "tragedy" that Artemis and Apollo weren't worshipped anymore. Their stories were fascinating and they stayed with me and entered my dreams. I never had that experience reading the Exodus story. These were far more alive.
I wasn't until I was 12 and received another book that mentioned Wicca that I found out. I looked up what Wicca was, but didn't really pursue it because even then I had the same reaction many Christians do. Witches were evil or fake. They weren't real or good. So I put it away for about 2 years. In that 2 years my thoughts and feelings toward Christianity became less ardent and more lip-service that I fully accepted as lip-service. I went to a Christian school because that's where my mom sent me and I didn't have much choice. I had to take a Bible class and that was that. We prayed in Spanish in Spanish class, history class completely glossed over the fact that once Christianity got a good hold they systemtically wiped out those who were not the same in sometimes to often brutal fashion. Or they co-opted holidays or whatever. I mean who would considering you always want to look good.
In 9th grade I remember having to do a vin diagram on Hinduism and Buddhism then compare them to Christianiy. I remember that that was probably one of the most fun projects, and the easiest, for me. I had so much fun finding out about other religions and that I liked them. I didn't feel like they were evil or bad or wrong or misleading. I didn't put any of that on my diagram. I put facts, not feelings. I don't know where that thing is, or even what grade I got on it. I do remember being questioned as to why I didn't do the standard thing. I don't remember my answer.
Another project we had to do was write our own myth. Instead of using the Greco-Roman pantheon I used the Norse pantheon. I changed some of it, left much the same. It was supposed to be our own myth and I didn't want to copy or do something I felt, oddly enough, would be sacreligious in telling a new myth with the Gods the same. I also didn't want anyone to know that at the time I was actively studying Wicca and that I felt a connection to the Old Gods. So I changed things around, was questioned at my use of Hel being a Goddess(had to say that Hel was spelled with 1 L, not 2.) and that Bragi was a bull in my myth. I got a perfect score on it. My classmates loved my story. I don't know where that paper is. Probably in the attic.
So as I mentioned I was in 9th grade, 14, and studying Wicca because I wanted something new. Wicca was completely new. I decided that I would look at all religions as if I were an alien on this planet and knew nothing. In addition to Wicca I studied various forms of Christianity(maybe my old approach of Pentacostalism wasn't suiting, overall nothing suited.) Hinduism, Buddhism, Judaism, Islam(before 9-11 this wouldn't have put you on the terrorist list), Satanism, and some small religions I can't remember right now. I looked into everything and was fascinated that so my variety existed. In my world variety was missing.
At 14 I had this notion that magick would cure all my ills. I'd have my prayers answered and I would be awesome. Luckily for me I kept reading and learned that magick wouldn't help me with everything, my prayers wouldn't always be answered and that it was hard work. I was fine with that. Hard work isn't bad. I was so happy that I finally found something that spoke to me and made me feel as if I had finally come to something that worked. When I first said my prayers to a different God I felt happy. I felt like I was heard. (Since then I've had numerous incounters with my Gods, including one that occured in a moment of intense intimacy.)
I should also mention here that I was happy to find that goddesses did exist. When I was younger, say 5-7, we used to say that Mother Nature was God's wife. How funny that now I'm older it's true. I was always dismayed that God made pairs, but had no pair.
I did some magick when I was 14. I will say that I made big mistakes too. I had just happened to have a huge falling out with a friend and I did a curse that, luckily, I didn't put my full heart into. I was just angry and highly upset. It was stupid, but at 14 I did stupid things. I still do stupid things at 23, but now understand that what I did then could have been very harmful. That was my first and only curse. Since then I also know that cursing isn't so totally awful, evil, mean, but honestly takes far more energy to sustain than to bind or even ignore if possible.
I continued to study Wicca in my home and when I went to the library I'd pick up what meager books they had on the subject, along with mythology books. So that way when I checked them out it wouldn't look suspiscious since the Wicca books held some mythology in them. Small town, small library, gotta take what you have. But I didn't want my mom to know because I didn't know what her reaction would be. It wasn't good at first. Not good at all. She was highly upset. But when I told her how I felt, after some rehersal, she understood that I wasn't just doing this for fun and this wasn't a stage that just happens like only eating rice. After a while, and some discussions on religion and my agnostic theism(I believe personally the Gods exist, but can't prove or disprove Their existance to another. In fact if I could I wouldn't bother. It's not my place.) she came to accept that I wasn't a Christian, but that I still loved her and still respected it. I was told that until I was 18 I would have to receive permission to cast spells and do rituals. I was fine with that. I could have books, study, meditate and do whatever, I just had to get permission. I would say I was far luckier than many and didn't press the point of what I would do if she said no.
So during my high school years I studied and studied and studied. I found that there were more pagan religions out there than just Wicca. I found Hellenismos, which is a Reconstructionist religion for the Greek religion. I found a sort of home there. But overall decided to hold off on fully dedicating myself to that path. I still explore it, but not to the extent I will in the future.
When I was in college I took an ancient philosophy class, which I loved, and I learned about the pre-Socratics and their use of the elements to help them define what the Earth and things were made of. This was my first introduction to the elements in a format I never looked at and got me started on learning as much as I could about the elements. Ever since then I'd refer to myself as an elemental witch, if I wanted to be specific in a conversation concerning the elements.
And now here I am. I'm a 23 year old legally agnostic, Greek-leaning, elemental, pagan witch. I've learned many lessons, read many websites, read book after book, finally was able to buy some when I got a job, and I still love what I am and do. I celebrate the Sabbats and are incorporating some Greek festivals. I love watching the moon at night, don't mind being outside so much(though I avoid it at my home because I'm allergic to wasps, bees and hornets and that's what's about my house often.) if I'm at a park. When it rains...well rain sounds are beautiful anytime. When it snows I feel the Mother's warmth. I love it. I'm home.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
The Suicidal Planet
This is my first post here on One Pagan Voice and I'm not going to spend it introducing myself because I can do that in my profile, or in another post, which I will do. This post, instead, is on an article I just got finished reading on Yahoo about a planet about 325 light years away from us that is spiraling into its sun.
What could possibly be so interesting about that? There's probably no life on the planet because it's about 3,200 degrees and we couldn't imagine life surviving at that temperature. It's going to die, but in a million years or so. That's honestly....we'll never see it happen. Not just us, but possibly humans. It's also impossibly far away. At 325 light years, maybe million, I don't remember, we're not going to go exploring even if it weren't so hot.
So why make a first post on a dying planet, millions of miles away, too hot anyway and, I forgot to mention, larger than Jupiter?
Because it's there, it's, slightly, interesting to me and it made me think. When I was younger I was taught there were 9 planets. 9! That number has been moved around many times. There are now 8 planets in our solar system and Pluto has been reduced to a dwarf planet. Though personally I like it being a planet. 9 is a good number. But back to the number of planets...it's definitely not 9, or even 8. It's so much more. So many more. And there's a good chance that at least 1 harbours life. It doesn't have to be life like on Earth, in fact that might be boring. But chances of us being alone in this huge thing call thed universe is slight.
I'm not a conspiracy theorist, though conspiracy theories are fun. I'm not some UFO hunter, alien freak or Trekker(that's the correct term, not Trekkie.) I'm just a person who thinks odds are in favour of Earth not being the only planet with life.
So back to the dying planet. My first thought was of life that could be on the planet. I refered to that "life" as people. So let's pretend for a moment there was life and they called themselves people. I thought how would they feel knowing that for certain their planet wasn't going to survive the next 3 millia. Beyond that I thought what if those people had religion, who would they worship? Their form(s) of religion is/are probably so different from ours and how cool it would be to learn about them. But alas we probably can't, if they exist.
So what in the world does this have to do with paganism? Nothing really, but since the purpose of this blog is to write something on paganism, or connect something to paganism, or give my pagan thoughts everday, or nearly, here's a stab at something.
The universe is huge. Now whether it's expanding or contracting isn't the point, it's big. It's so big it's unimaginable to the human mind. I'm sent reeling thinking of how large it is. It instantly takes up the available space in my head. And in this universe there are so many things we know little to squat about. Planets, stars, asteroids, comets, space dust, ice, dark matter, matter, anti-matter, anti-dark matter matter, black holes etc. And it was created. It was created somehow.
Christians believe God did it. I believe Hindus believe Braham spoke it into existence. I love the Greek myth on Chaos having everything and out of Chaos was born Eros, Gaia, Nyx and other primordial Deities. Some follow that the Goddess gave birth to the God, or Herself, or She did everything Herself.
Now seeing as how I like the Greek myth of Chaos I kind of think we're all floating in the "arms" of Chaos, which is neither female or male and both at the same time. I guess you could call it The All. But because The All is like the universe, so it's large and too much for my mind to handle. Which gives me a good feeling oddly enough. Chaos birthed Nyx(night), Eros(love) and Gaia(Earth). Gaia is very important because we know Her as our planet. But Gaia would be very small if She were just our planet. I believe Gaia makes up the planets and other solid matter in the universe, excepting a few things. So while Jupiter is named after the Roman chief God, patterned somewhat after Zeus, and would be male, Gaia makes up Jupiter. So if Gaia makes up Jupiter and Earth, and this suicidal planet and asteriods and the moons then it's all connected(this is also another discussion I'll get into later on magick.) We're connected to that dying planet because we live on Earth. We're part of the earth, literally anyway. So we're connected to this dying planet.
We won't be around, in this body, to see its demise. We may not be around as a species to see it either. But while we're here and know this about this planet we're connected to it by even just one small "thread." My wonder about the "people" on the planet isn't some fantastical notion. I'm sure if there are people they probably wonder about us. Because we're connected. We're connected by the PD(primordial Diety) Gaia. It's something wonderful to think, I think. Pluto isn't some lifeless rock with a downgraded status and WASP-18b(the name of the planet) isn't some suicidal planet. Somewhere, deep down inside us, we feel bad for the planet.
But there is hope. The planet will be folded into the arms of Chaos again. It will die and some part of it will immediately go to Chaos to be used elsewhere. Much of it will go into the start, which will eventually die itself, going to Chaos to be used elsewhere. Gais, or Nyx, or Eros will use what's there to do whatever They do. So the planet may come back. It may be a very Earth-like planet, or the dark matter, or something we've yet to discover.
So that's my first post. It was long I know, but most posts won't be so long. In fact they'll be very short. I also know it was a bit stream-of-consciousness, but that's how I write best.
Future topics:
What could possibly be so interesting about that? There's probably no life on the planet because it's about 3,200 degrees and we couldn't imagine life surviving at that temperature. It's going to die, but in a million years or so. That's honestly....we'll never see it happen. Not just us, but possibly humans. It's also impossibly far away. At 325 light years, maybe million, I don't remember, we're not going to go exploring even if it weren't so hot.
So why make a first post on a dying planet, millions of miles away, too hot anyway and, I forgot to mention, larger than Jupiter?
Because it's there, it's, slightly, interesting to me and it made me think. When I was younger I was taught there were 9 planets. 9! That number has been moved around many times. There are now 8 planets in our solar system and Pluto has been reduced to a dwarf planet. Though personally I like it being a planet. 9 is a good number. But back to the number of planets...it's definitely not 9, or even 8. It's so much more. So many more. And there's a good chance that at least 1 harbours life. It doesn't have to be life like on Earth, in fact that might be boring. But chances of us being alone in this huge thing call thed universe is slight.
I'm not a conspiracy theorist, though conspiracy theories are fun. I'm not some UFO hunter, alien freak or Trekker(that's the correct term, not Trekkie.) I'm just a person who thinks odds are in favour of Earth not being the only planet with life.
So back to the dying planet. My first thought was of life that could be on the planet. I refered to that "life" as people. So let's pretend for a moment there was life and they called themselves people. I thought how would they feel knowing that for certain their planet wasn't going to survive the next 3 millia. Beyond that I thought what if those people had religion, who would they worship? Their form(s) of religion is/are probably so different from ours and how cool it would be to learn about them. But alas we probably can't, if they exist.
So what in the world does this have to do with paganism? Nothing really, but since the purpose of this blog is to write something on paganism, or connect something to paganism, or give my pagan thoughts everday, or nearly, here's a stab at something.
The universe is huge. Now whether it's expanding or contracting isn't the point, it's big. It's so big it's unimaginable to the human mind. I'm sent reeling thinking of how large it is. It instantly takes up the available space in my head. And in this universe there are so many things we know little to squat about. Planets, stars, asteroids, comets, space dust, ice, dark matter, matter, anti-matter, anti-dark matter matter, black holes etc. And it was created. It was created somehow.
Christians believe God did it. I believe Hindus believe Braham spoke it into existence. I love the Greek myth on Chaos having everything and out of Chaos was born Eros, Gaia, Nyx and other primordial Deities. Some follow that the Goddess gave birth to the God, or Herself, or She did everything Herself.
Now seeing as how I like the Greek myth of Chaos I kind of think we're all floating in the "arms" of Chaos, which is neither female or male and both at the same time. I guess you could call it The All. But because The All is like the universe, so it's large and too much for my mind to handle. Which gives me a good feeling oddly enough. Chaos birthed Nyx(night), Eros(love) and Gaia(Earth). Gaia is very important because we know Her as our planet. But Gaia would be very small if She were just our planet. I believe Gaia makes up the planets and other solid matter in the universe, excepting a few things. So while Jupiter is named after the Roman chief God, patterned somewhat after Zeus, and would be male, Gaia makes up Jupiter. So if Gaia makes up Jupiter and Earth, and this suicidal planet and asteriods and the moons then it's all connected(this is also another discussion I'll get into later on magick.) We're connected to that dying planet because we live on Earth. We're part of the earth, literally anyway. So we're connected to this dying planet.
We won't be around, in this body, to see its demise. We may not be around as a species to see it either. But while we're here and know this about this planet we're connected to it by even just one small "thread." My wonder about the "people" on the planet isn't some fantastical notion. I'm sure if there are people they probably wonder about us. Because we're connected. We're connected by the PD(primordial Diety) Gaia. It's something wonderful to think, I think. Pluto isn't some lifeless rock with a downgraded status and WASP-18b(the name of the planet) isn't some suicidal planet. Somewhere, deep down inside us, we feel bad for the planet.
But there is hope. The planet will be folded into the arms of Chaos again. It will die and some part of it will immediately go to Chaos to be used elsewhere. Much of it will go into the start, which will eventually die itself, going to Chaos to be used elsewhere. Gais, or Nyx, or Eros will use what's there to do whatever They do. So the planet may come back. It may be a very Earth-like planet, or the dark matter, or something we've yet to discover.
So that's my first post. It was long I know, but most posts won't be so long. In fact they'll be very short. I also know it was a bit stream-of-consciousness, but that's how I write best.
Future topics:
- reincarnation
- Greek mythology
- the Goddess
- magick
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