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I’m a pagan, said quietly She gives me a look, no, you're not. I smile and nod, yes I am. I believe in duality in this world and in a balance between life and death, good and bad, man and nature; that awful things have a reason to be; that there is magic in nature, in us. So why is it wrong to believe in the goddess and in the god? Tell me that I’m a satanist, tell me that I’m going to hell, or tell me that I’m ignorant, argue all your scriptures at me, but don't sit there and say nothing, pretend you aren’t about to say everything you can when I leave? That you won't inform your sisters and whisper how it's such a shame to have one in the family, and ask them all to pray for me, ask your white, forgiving god, to help me end my evil ways. But just let me tell you that it has taken me twenty-one years, but I finally have found God, just not from where I expected. I finally found something that, makes me feel a little more hope every time that the sun rises. So just let me tell you that I am beyond your hatred, judgment, anger, ignorance, mistrust and dishonor, because I have found A God and my Goddess for me So don't waste your breath, decide here and now if you can stand knowing that you've got a black sheep in your daughter and your granddaughter.
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Mar 5, 2012
Mar 5, 2012 at 1:17 PM UTC
If Ever I said It
I’m a pagan, said quietly She gives me a look, no, you're not. I smile and nod, yes I am. I believe in duality in this world and in a balance between life and death, good and bad, man and nature; that awful things have a reason to be; that there is magic in nature, in us. So why is it wrong to believe in the goddess and in the god? Tell me that I’m a satanist, tell me that I’m going to hell, or tell me that I’m ignorant, argue all your scriptures at me, but don't sit there and say nothing, pretend you aren’t about to say everything you can when I leave? That you won't inform your sisters and whisper how it's such a shame to have one in the family, and ask them all to pray for me, ask your white, forgiving god, to help me end my evil ways. But just let me tell you that it has taken me twenty-one years, but I finally have found God, just not from where I expected. I finally found something that, makes me feel a little more hope every time that the sun rises. So just let me tell you that I am beyond your hatred, judgment, anger, ignorance, mistrust and dishonor, because I have found A God and my Goddess for me So don't waste your breath, decide here and now if you can stand knowing that you've got a black sheep in your daughter and your granddaughter.
I've been a Pagan for less than a year, and I've wanted to tell this to my grandma and dad, but I can't because I couldn't stand knowing how they'd see me. I'd be a "devil-worshipper," I'd be "poor Charlotte, who doesn't know any better." And I can't deal with the ignorance and hate. So, here's how I imagine the conversation to go, and what I might say. And I somehow managed to make every like 8 syllables. I don't usually do that.
charlotte-graham
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Mar 5, 2012
Mar 5, 2012 at 1:17 PM UTC
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