A young Pagan friend has started a blog about her journey through discovering the Old Path. It's a fairly new blog so the Fundies haven't had a chance to come attack yet. I want to share the word about her new blog, and also present my own thoughts that I shared on her most recent post.
They have a general meditation room at work and I work graveyard shift. I do my thing there although it is nothing elaborate. All I have is a scented candle because burning incense would be too obtrusive. I don't have any of the other stuff. I don't do it at home because my plethora of cats would knock it over.
I have to laugh at the superstitious fools (and I'm pissed off right now so sorry for being so disdainful) who think there's something oooh so scary about a Pagan altar but there's nothing wrong with whatever they're doing in their church because that's been dubbed "Christian." It's all labels.
When I was younger I used to get so upset when such people labeled me a "Satan worshiper" even though outside I laughed at them and threw them the horns. These days I don't care a thing if someone tells me I'm "going to hell." I'm a grouchy old curmudgeon who has suffered a lot with mental illness and I say "hell? Ha! Bring it on, beeyatch! Oh yeah, and kiss my bipolar pagan ass!"
Keep doing what you're doing and don't let the superstitious twats with their brains in the middle ages get you down. Those bastards did more harm than any Pagan ever did. Killing people for their peaceful, Nature worshiping beliefs, killing harmless black cats, suppressing women--I hates 'em! It isn't that I hate all Christians because I do know some good ones, and Jesus is fine by me because he's a good guy, but those types just need to screw off. They don't have a monopoly on the truth by a long shot.
End of rant!
