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Making tea and coffee is a daily ritual I would not wish to let go. Daily "spiritual" rituals, also, are important to those who so deem them.

For me personally I don’t see the point of a daily ritual. Does one need to be reminded of who their deity is, lest they forget? The only time I use ritual (and this is not some pre-formulated, prescriptive, kind of recipe that has to be followed to the letter) is when I seek to enter into a different perspective/mind state/awareness. Such ritual for me also is very in the moment and simplistic. It is wilful expression of the moment, and so is appropriate. In that it is highly adaptive to the situation, as opposed to trying to force a specific set of fixed conditions onto the moment. But that is just my experience. Then again I do follow a daily exercise plan that is largely fixed and slowly evolving. So in a way I do follow a daily ritual in this sense. But this ritual is not so much about connecting with my deities but more about connecting with self.

I have only ever been a Christian on paper lol. When visiting hospitals I would give the CofE answer when asked about my beliefs. I didn’t really even know what it meant. As a child I often prayed to God. But could probably count on two hands the amount of times I have attended church. Obviously at school I sang hymns and recited the Lord’s Prayer. But I never went deep into it. My family is not religious. I have never been deeply influenced by Christianity. I have always been spiritual though. The weirdest thing is when I started on this journey it actually allowed me to gain deeper understanding of the Christ spirit. For many years I sought a shamanic technique called the “fierce eye” technique. This technique as I believed at the time would allow me to command any spirit. I could banish them or destroy them at a glance. My long search for this technique allowed me to find and connect with many interesting things but never allowed me to unravel the mysteries of the fierce eye technique. One day I had vision. In the vision - between the two doors - I saw a man standing at the corner of a street near to where I live. It was daytime but there was nothing else around. Nothing moved. It was as if every living thing was asleep. I approached the man who as I was drawing closer turned to regard my approach. What I saw blew my mind away. The love I felt emanating from this strangers eyes was so powerful, so all consuming, utterly accepting that I fell to my knees and started weeping with happiness. The love was so unconditional, so total and all encompassing. It took my breath away. I eventually awakened from this vision thinking what the hell was that all about? I did not realise until later that I had been shown the “fierce eye” technique. I had been mistaken in my assumptions as to what the “fierce eye” technique was all about. It was not about destroying something, Commanding something or even banishing something. It’s power lies in acceptance. I later realised that the being I had seen in my vision was the Christ spirit. The Christ spirit is also a Great Fool. Who would have believed it, that I would find Christ following a pagan path lol. The irony was fitting. And made me realise just how limited I had allowed myself to be. The few times I have gone to church recently since this experience (my son used to attend a CofE school) I feel very happy. Overjoyed even. A little mischievous. I know I am welcome there even though I do not take up the mantle of Christian. I feel at home, accepted, even though I am a pagan. I feel very welcome within the church.

I have several. Stone rabbit is one of my guides. He is a stone around the size of a medium sized hand, that is in the shape of a rabbits head (in profile) that I found many years ago and kept. On one side he has a mark that looks like an open eye, on the other side it looks as if he has lost that eye. Stone rabbit is master at navigating mazes/webways. When I want him to see something within the mundane I turn his head so his eye can observe. If I am going on a journey I have his lost eye side observing. He comes on my walks with me and I carry him in a bag around my neck.

Thank you. Yes, I'm starting to think it's the journey that matters. What a gorgeous image! I'd love to get back to the fells, there's something new around very corner there.

I've had varying degrees and natures of commitment to Christianity since I was at school but I've also always had pagan leanings and for quite a long time now my path has been entirely pagan. It's unproblematic in that my family and friends think it's harmless eccentricity, but I imagine it would be different if I took a strongly pagan stance on something. For me personally it's important to listen to what's going on around me and work out my path accordingly, so I celebrate the presence of many paths up the same mountain and have no concerns about reaching the top. I imagine that, like almost any walk in the fells, what currently looks like the top is just another place to see the next top from. Dangerous statement. Talk about tempting fate...! Definitely!! 😁

Well, I've been called many things in my time... I'm also a former Christian, with a chequered history (Anglican, in the guise of the Church in Wales, then Plymouth Brethren with the odd foray into the Baptists along the way). I fell out with Christianity in the early 2000's, when I was late 30's, early 40's. Since then, the general nature of my meanderings has remained fairly constant, but the details and contents have changed over time. That's fine. The journey is the issue, not the destination. Ithaca calls, but Phoenician markets and Egyptian cities have the greater import (poetic reference - just means follow your path and hope to arrive late, if at all). What I believe tomorrow may be very different to what I believe today. What I believed yesterday is just a stepping stone. In short, don't worry about what you have been, as it is merely the pathway that got you to what you are, and don't worry about where you are going, there are any number of bye-ways for you to explore. As to others - I have struggled with family pressures and the tyranny of monotheistic faith. I understand your position and have no issue with a softly-softly approach such as you describe. In fact, it is the best way unless you are prepared to create and weather a family rift. Dangerous statement. Talk about tempting fate...!

Hi, Welcome. While I rarely go to bed before three am, I am also in the habit of switching off my phone between uses. This device is primarily outgoing. Many of us have been Christians at some point in our histories. Experiences vary considerably. I was heavily involved but just lapsed. No issues or problems. I know a lot of Pagans who have switched between different belief sets, pagan and non pagan over the years. They have a tendency to carry over elements from each crossroads they come to. My own beliefs have been evolving for decades. I don’t suppose that they will change much more but if anyone gives serious thought to their beliefs there must always be the risk of a new realisation. Don’t take any notice of what other people say, just be sure that whatever you believe is what you really believe. There is no top to that mountain. The road goes ever on. Take any path that leads in a direction that want to go. Don’t worry about the destination.

Hi! Welcome to my self-absorbed drivel. I don't quite know where to start about this, but after years of trying to be a Christian, I'm exploring being a Pagan. Actually, I'd go as far as to say I am one, and was before in my late teens and early twenties. I grew up in an Evangelical household and my parents are now Pentecostal deacons. I started to question my faith from an early age, and later started to practice Wicca and study legends and folk customs. I had some health problems that made me a lot more dependent on family. I don't see any reason to ever let my parents or other family members know about my beliefs as that would be devastating for them, but they ask about church and my spiritual life every time I see them. In my mid twenties I started to think that I had to compromise with my parents over my beliefs if they were ever to accept other life choices I made. I have had relationships they wouldn't accept and didn't want to alienate myself from them even further. I wanted to be pragmatic. There was truth in virtually every belief system so I might as well re-adopt Christianity, find a progressive church and live as good a life as I could like that. So I did that for years, as a secretly pantheistic Christian who went to a church that worshipped God using male, female and gender-neutral pronouns and lived what most people would describe as a secular life outside of church. I'd left Christianity because so much harm was done in the name of a set of beliefs. Then I came back because I didn't want to cause harm to my parents in the name of beliefs, religion or the lack of it. How people are treated should always come first. Then aged 43, in January during the lockdown, I went 'pop'. It was like I'd been getting more and more resentful and thirsting after Earth-based spirituality. It was a need and I'm not sure it can be denied because I need to feel alive. I've been studying various pagan traditions ever since and have taken a break from church (my vicar knows all of this and is great about it). Not attending church is unacceptable in my family. I feel so behind though. Most people I meet or come across on social media has years of experience and say they've been practicing since they were teenagers. I once heard someone say that yes, there are many paths up the same mountain but if you keep changing paths you never reach the top. Do you agree, or not? Is anyone else here a new older pagan? Is it at all common?

Belated Blessings... or Early ones for Lughnasadh? 🤭

Late, as I have been away, but hope all who celebrate it had a good one

May your Gods and Goddesses be around you, may your Kith be with you, may your kin be healthy and and happy. May you find inspiration and sustenance of spirit. Solstice blessings to all on here at the height of the season.

For some, maybe. But others just hope to be asked what it means or why they are saying it. It's all about conversations to evangelicals.

Maybe DV is a bit of a code; a special handshake; a shibboleth. (This conversation is making me think of the "wee donkey" in Line of Duty.)

Well, I suppose if you exclaim the name of someone else's deity, it is suitably meaningless and innocuous to the exclaimer. Thinking about it, I occasionally use "Jesus wept" - old habit from way back, probably even my pre-Christian days, let alone pre-pagan. Regarding "god willing", I know Christians who use that habitually, or even "DV", though it escapes me as to why strongly anti-catholic types would refer to Latin. I do have an issue with it - for the evangelicals, it is part of their evangelising strategy to advertise their "faith" and "dependence on god". At best (as they see it), it will give them the chance to start a "conversation" (thinly veiled personal preaching session), and at worst, it is a form of subliminal planting of a message. And that issue is quite apart from the fact I've never seen an instance of god's will that is not, quite clearly, based on the desires of the individual human.

I didn’t have a problem with Insha’llah, whatever we were discussing would probably get done. What I didn’t want to hear was: IBM:- Insha’llah, ‘Bukra,’ and ‘Ma’lesh, It is said with very varying degrees of sincerity and means God willing, tomorrow, whatever (who cares?) Salt has been very precious so spilling it mattered and was obviously the devil’s fault. When I tried to explain de-icing roads in the uk the first thing I was asked was, “How do you get it back?” How many Pagans yell or mutter, “Good God” or “Christ!” Or even “bloody”?

My daughter lives in Dubai and says that "inshallah" [God willing] means "I'll do it when/if I get round to it!"

Me too. Exactly that.

I still do that now. I remember relatives doing it when I was growing up. For some reason, I sort-of equate sinister/left with going widdershins. When I was at school we read a story that freaked me out at the time in which something bad happened if anyone travelled widdershins around something. I don't recall any of the details, but it definitely scared me big-time.

From the Secret Garden (a surprisingly pagan old classic) “Sometimes since I've been in the garden I've looked up through the trees at the sky and I have had a strange feeling of being happy as if something was pushing and drawing in my chest and making me breathe fast. Magic is always pushing and drawing and making things out of nothing. Everything is made out of magic, leaves and trees, flowers and birds, badgers and foxes and squirrels and people. So it must be all around us. In this garden - in all the places”

I say touch wood and then quickly touch something wooden. If there is nothing wooden I touch my head. (Which I think of as saying my head is wood ie. stupid for not checking there was wood around when I said touch wood) I tend to say it when I have said something else that I want to happen so that I don’t jinx it. Eg. It’s going to be sunny tomorrow - touch wood

I think touching wood probably originated with invoking the tree's spirit. Which is also where the logic of jumping a broomstick to symbolise marriage came from, you were making a declaration using a branch of a particular tree as proof of sincerity. Rather like swearing on a bible - but I digress. In an emergency, the nearest source of wood will do, and tapping the head is saying one has a wooden head. But might that, too, have implied knowledge of trees and their religious and symbolic significance? At home, I do touch wood for luck, as my forebears did. When I do it now though, I do have a particular tree, or variety at least, in mind. I might mentally call on one or another depending on need. At other times, I have made requests of specific trees, regularly greet, touch, and spend time with them, and leave offerings (usually water or splash of wine but Blackthorn likes blood) both when asking and when giving thanks. My Gran would also throw a pinch of salt over her left shoulder to blind the devil if she spilt some, the logic of which escapes me. Your Grandmother hitting her other elbow is an odd one MS, was it common in her area? but it brought to mind another odd one (and there are many among the Beduin) I encountered. If a fly should land in your drink, you should dunk it entirely before fishing it out. This apparently is because one wing holds disease and the other the antidote, so be sure to get both sides. The person, maybe Irish Catholic repeating If I'm spared reminds me also of the Beduin community, and wider Muslim community peppering their speech with God Willing, and many similar formulaic phrases. In their case it was considered a praiseworthy act, would add to your stack of good deeds and if you were lucky, might tip the balance and earn you a place in heaven. It also makes you look holy without much effort on your part. So they were all piously repeating this phrase as often as possible. Both groups had also been conditioned to fear their deity and possible afterlife though, so maybe they meant it sincerely. We still use the word sinister without stopping to think of its origins. From Latin meaning from the left, it goes back to Augurs quartering the sky and reading omens from the direction in which the birds flew past. Anything coming from the left was bad news.

I’m getting feelings of deja-typed but I’ve said something similar on other forums so if this turns out to be a repeat - respect your elders rather than mock😄 At last! A joyful Beltane to you all. The holly isn’t out with the Hawthorne this year but I guess that is Beltane 20th May 2021.

All the above. Perhaps, from my standpoint, take the time just to be still - or rather, just to "be". The more you fill your mind with the busyness of business, the less likely it is you will get to realise what it is that resonates with you. Also, take your time. Most of us have been doing this pagan thing for a long time - and we've still not got to the end of it. There are no deadlines. You don't need rituals unless you really want them. You don't need rules. I would avoid anything that looks like doctrine. I would seek for for what I believe but avoid any suggestion of faith. So, stillness, patience. Watch the shadows cast by the clouds and listen to the wind. Let the thoughts come, accept them and work on them in due course. Then just keep going in whichever direction this takes your mind.

When every part of ourselves is in alignment with our magick, we become our magick and it is almost impossible for that magick to not become a reality. Mat Auryn