Changes are happening here...again. I don't feel bad about it anymore, now that I've seen people who have been settled for years in their path finding that their path has veered in another direction only to veer back. It's the journey, after all...not the destination.
It was hard for me to articulate the problem. I didn't want to post about my path, didn't want to study it much and was bored to tears with the mythology. Still I feel an affection for the Norse gods and have statues on the top of my entertainment center in my bedroom where I can see them.
But the Greeks have always been my first love and I think I have to stay with them.
I have never had a god dream. I've had dreams about animals before and thought that might be about the gods but it was never clear that it was. This one, however, was about the gods and no mistake about it. In the course of the dream I told Zeus off and told him I was tired of the gods toying with me, playing with my emotions. His eyes flashed but then he chuckled and took off to Olympus. I still don't know what the dream means but it has stayed with me for weeks. I tried resisting returning to the Greeks but I just got worn down.
I love them. I don't just have affection for them; I love them. I'm excited about them. I want to learn everything I can about them.
And more importantly...I know them. They aren't strangers I'm trying to get to know. Certainly I don't know everything about them. Or even most things about them, but I have known them since I was in early elementary school.
That doesn't mean, however, that I'm going to dive into reconstructionism. I tend to believe that, as I said before, the gods didn't stop doing things when the mythologies stopped being written. I think stuff goes on and while I can respect what the ancients did, I'm not an ancient. I think the gods have moved on just as civilization has. The things from the past that are good and helpful I'll keep. The things that are oppressive, I'll discard.
But tonight I'm going to light my candles & incense and utter a few prayers and go to bed. The past few weeks have been a blur of activity and errands and I'm finally done with appointments and hopefully all those errands. I want to organize my house and my thoughts and concentrate on writing more. Not to mention the knitting that hasn't been getting done.
So...here I am, a Hellenic pagan/polytheist, feeling the love again. It's like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders.
It was hard for me to articulate the problem. I didn't want to post about my path, didn't want to study it much and was bored to tears with the mythology. Still I feel an affection for the Norse gods and have statues on the top of my entertainment center in my bedroom where I can see them.
But the Greeks have always been my first love and I think I have to stay with them.
I have never had a god dream. I've had dreams about animals before and thought that might be about the gods but it was never clear that it was. This one, however, was about the gods and no mistake about it. In the course of the dream I told Zeus off and told him I was tired of the gods toying with me, playing with my emotions. His eyes flashed but then he chuckled and took off to Olympus. I still don't know what the dream means but it has stayed with me for weeks. I tried resisting returning to the Greeks but I just got worn down.
I love them. I don't just have affection for them; I love them. I'm excited about them. I want to learn everything I can about them.
And more importantly...I know them. They aren't strangers I'm trying to get to know. Certainly I don't know everything about them. Or even most things about them, but I have known them since I was in early elementary school.
That doesn't mean, however, that I'm going to dive into reconstructionism. I tend to believe that, as I said before, the gods didn't stop doing things when the mythologies stopped being written. I think stuff goes on and while I can respect what the ancients did, I'm not an ancient. I think the gods have moved on just as civilization has. The things from the past that are good and helpful I'll keep. The things that are oppressive, I'll discard.
But tonight I'm going to light my candles & incense and utter a few prayers and go to bed. The past few weeks have been a blur of activity and errands and I'm finally done with appointments and hopefully all those errands. I want to organize my house and my thoughts and concentrate on writing more. Not to mention the knitting that hasn't been getting done.
So...here I am, a Hellenic pagan/polytheist, feeling the love again. It's like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders.
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