What made you choose Paganism and when?
There was a question the other day asking me when I became Pagan that made me think for a while, because I realised I couldn't really find the answer. I couldn't really remember when i became as they say: a villiager or a "villian" as the Romans called it. I was raised on strict christianity, but there was a part of my family that decisively defined themselves as christian mystics, though this was very much secret. As one of my family members use to say: There are people that see things that others can't, that acceptable christianity chose to ignore, but God made us all and mistakes are not likely made by God. We use to get into these long philosophical chats that at least made us feel "normal" at the end of them.
Magic drew me at that typical rebellious stage of teenagehood yet I wouldn't say I did it out of rebelliousness but rather as a need to understand. Whether that was the beginning; I couldn't say I was sure.
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Permalink Reply by 1bnu4t9p057po on -
Hi Xoc. Can you explain your response a little more? I'm struggling to "get" what you mean by magic having more flux. I sense it's a great point even though I don't understand .
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Permalink Reply by MoonKatt on -
We were supposed to be christian inmy fmaily but we had alot of pagan beliefs . magic and the occult just a natural part of our lives.. WHen I got to be a teen I started to realize that our familys idea of being cristian and everyones elses idea of chritianity was widely different. I started doing research and actually started reading the bible.It took a while..but I finally found my path.
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Permalink Reply by Cilla on -
What made me chose paganism was my life as a child..I grew up two forms of christian, and they were opposite. I grew up my dad believing in Identity christian. And my mom was Judeo Christian..They fought constantly. As a child I believed in God, but there were too many questions that could not be answered, and I didn't believe in the Bible depiction of women. I didn't like the idea of women being subservient to men, and I didn't like the idea of God creating people just to curse them. When I turned 20 I moved to Michigan and started my life anew. I had to move back to TN, but I feel more comfortable being pagan than I ever did being christian.
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Permalink Reply by Shadow Moon on -
When you're a child growing up on Christianity you were taught God can change the world and you could be apart of it if you were faithful. Slowly you discovered the world wasn't fair, regardless of your boundless faith and belief, becoming angry at the injustices allowed to happen while God does nothing while you pray.
Later, you actually read the Bible, trying to understand it, dissecting it, analyzing it like a real historical text and realized it doesn't stand up to common logic. You asked why were the four Gospels written about 70 years after Jesus' death? Why are there no authenticated outside records of Jesus' life, or even the earthquake hitting Jerusalem after his death?
As you researched more, you found the Jews worshiped multiple gods at one time and Yahweh, or Jealousy, was the one surviving over the ages. You realized the Bible wasn't written all at once, and there was no way for any one man to follow all the rules. You understood the cultural and historical context of the words and sought out understanding the original Hebrew, Arabic and Greek translations by scholars. You looked at other religions and saw patterns with Buddha, The Sin Eater, Osiris and Isis close to the story of Jesus. Opening and understanding brought you a new belief applying to all religions on a path of "do as you will, but harm none."
You took control of your life, with this new found knowledge and through yourself stopped injustice from overflowing to another generation in your family. You didn't pray, you said stop, took the heat from your family for revealing a dark secret and are now stronger for it.
When I finally found the power within myself to confront my family for my abuse, my sisters abuse and my nieces abuse this is when I knew I wasn't Christian, I am something else. I am a warrior for justice, called by Luna after much meditation and study living my life without fear of judgement.
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Permalink Reply by 1bnu4t9p057po on
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Are there any like me who looked at Christian theology and just couldn't swallow it? I don't mean behavior here, I mean the actual theology.
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Permalink Reply by Aurelia Pontia on -
Are there any like me who looked at Christian theology and just couldn't swallow it? I don't mean behavior here, I mean the actual theology.
Sure. That's why I researched it. I found myself wanting to change so much of it, I couldn't in good conscience call myself a Christian anymore.
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Permalink Reply by Shadow Moon on
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Exactly.
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Permalink Reply by Ailora Blue on -
As for me, a few years back a coworker asked me if I was Wiccan. I was totally taken aback. I didn't know what to say to that. I knew basically what a lot of Christians new of Paganism. I'd always been very spiritual but for years I'd been struggling with inconsistencies in the bible and things in there I just didn't believe in.
I asked her why she'd ask me that and she said that since I was so into animal rights and loving nature, she just thought I might be. I was shocked but I owe her thanks because after that I began researching and I haven't stopped yet. I felt the way many Pagans / Wiccans feel, like I had found what truly fit. It was like coming home. In a way, it was kind of like I always had been practicing Wicca and didn't know it. Just didn't have a name for it.
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Permalink Reply by Maria Kapler on -
I began to question why an infinite, all powerful universe creator was limited to having a penis when half of the human race had vaginas when I was 15. The Goddess called me my collage years. The duality of God and Goddess made alot of sense to me. I also have always been very sensitive to the changing seasons and an earth based faith made me feel whole.
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Permalink Reply by Matthiias Engel on -
Ever since I was a kid. I was always raised strict christian and got in trouble a lot because I had these things called thoughts. lol I was the child in sunday school who would raise his hand and say "If god loves everyone equally, why is there hell?" and other inconvenient questions. Of course living with a highly abusive father praying to "god" for 13 years with no results did help sever the final tie to a religion of which I was already in doubt. Always into paganism, always loved the tales of the old gods, and if one of THEM decided to say "fuck you, go away" you would most likely know why. Some were human at some point, some actually loved humans and made families with them, they were emotional, unstable, relatable, believable. (not to mention the unspoken connection most of us feel when we first encounter our path to be)
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Permalink Reply by Andrea Bascelli on -
By the time I was two, my Father was reading the Brothers Grimm Tales to me. My mother would only read certain ones. By the time I was four, I knew many of the Grimm's stories, but still liked to be read to. I pestered my mother to read to me one afternoon, and she tensed up, because she was angry, and practically yelled a story at me. It was the one in which a young girl is sent by her ill mother to buy some loaves of bread for the house," ...and hurry up about it!" So, the young girl decided to take a short cut, through the swamp, but she dared not get her skirt muddy, for fear of being beaten. She lifted her skirts high, and made her way to the bake house. Coming back, for she was in a great hurry, she had her arms full, and could not lift her skirts. So she used the loaves of bread to step upon, one at a time, taking up the one behind, setting another down. She was frightened by a swamp bird, and fell into the oozing, bubbling mud. Down, down, down she went, holding her breath, until she came to the cave of the witch under the swamp. And there she stayed, never to return. Well, my mother put me in the girls place, calling me lazy. But later, I took the book, and tried to read the story. I knew some of the words. But the picture told me more. I gradually revised the story in my head, and made myself the kind, pretty witch, my mother the nasty bitch, and the girl became the friend of the witch! Much better! Then when I was fourteen, I went to camp that summer. All we girls were taken hiking often. There was a field next to one part of the path. One day, to be by myself, I walked out into that field. There was an old oak tree in the middle of the field, and cows standing nearby. I looked for a place to sit in shade, that didn't have cowplops on it, and sat, and 'heard' a voice in my head. It said not to be afraid. (I was afraid of bugs and spiders). The voice kept repeating that. I laid down. And the voice again told me to relax, and fear not. So I did. And sunk into the body of Mother Earth. I went everywhere, learned everything, so much, so much, and up into the sky, and space, and back. I cannot remember it all. It was so overwhelming. Mindblowing. I heard my name being called. Some girl came for me. I told her I had fallen asleep. There seemed to be such light when I was with Mother Earth. And I told Her, in my heart, that She was my real mother. And She Is. Blessings! I became a Solitary when I was a new mother, two years after I married.
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Permalink Reply by Adadi WeepingMoon on -
Was raised a Strict Christian It didn't have all the answer simply found paganism later in life it answered my questions better than the church so now here I am
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