I was not raised in a religious household -- Okay, in truth, my mother was an avowed atheist whom I never saw set one step inside in a church in my life. I, on the other hand, can't remember a time when I didn't possess a definite "spiritual" (if not "religious") side to my nature.
I can remember attending various churches with my little girlfriends when we were of grade school age. I went more as an alternative way to spend my otherwise uneventful and (for an only child) somewhat lonely Sundays than as a novitiate, however. In my youth (depending upon my "best friend du jour"), I attended Methodist Sunday School classes and Presbyterian, Episcopalian, Baptist, Lutheran and even Catholic and Pentecostal worship services.
When I turned 14 or so, my mother "got religion" and became a Buddhist and it was about that same time that I -- having studied most of the major religions on the planet on my own -- decided that Wiccanism/Paganism was about as close as any religion could come to being the one that made the most sense to me. The fact that Wiccans had a male god that ruled over autumn and winter (Cernunnos) and a female deity that held sway over spring and summer (Hertha or Habondia) seemed to answer quite nicely the "if God made human beings in 'His' image, what about women?" question for me. To my young, logical mind, either there HAD to be at least TWO deities or there was one and s/he was a hermaphrodite.
I opted for the former...
In traditional Wiccanism, Hertha is the "Earth-Mother", the "All-Mother" -- nurturer, healer and the embodiment of the feminine principle. She is depicted as voluptuous and surrounded by the colorful flowers of spring and the ripened fruits of summer. She has dominion over women, children, the moon, the home and hearth, domesticated animals and those places on the earth relating to flowers, gardens, orchards and the like -- places cultivated by the hands of humans.
Cernunnos, on the other hand, is the solar, male deity also called "The Horned One" (NOT to be confused with "Satan" which is a strictly Christian invention) and he embodies the masculine principle. He has dominion over autumn and winter and is often depicted as a neolithic huntsman in deerskin -- right down to the antlers and cloven hooves. His domains are untamed, barren-type places -- places with brambles, weeds, rocks and such -- and he has dominion over the wild, untamed, savage animals of the earth..
This world-view fit so perfectly into my thinking -- male and female, yin and yang, dark and light, summer and winter. Just traveling down the road, one can point out the green, flower-strewn strongholds of Hertha as one passes by, as well as the briar patches and rocky canyons and cliffs of the places sacred to Cernunnos. I embraced the Wiccan philosophy completely... It also had the lure of all things magick: Herb-crafting, spells, divination, mind over matter, healing, psychic powers, so, what was not to like about it?
But this all took place in the mid-to-late 1960s in a small, Northern California town. There were hardly any Jewish people in our town -- much less Buddhists and Wiccans. I can still remember the reaction I got one day when a small group of my girlfriends was discussing which denominations their parents belonged to. When it got around to me and I was asked "what" my mother "was". I said "She's a Buddhist" -- and (in the immortal words of Arlo Gunthrie) "...they all moved away from me on the bench, there. Gave me the hairy eyeball and all kinds of mean, nasty stuff like that..." For the most part, I kept my preference towards Wiccanism to myself through high school.
In those days, however, nobody knew "what" ANYBODY "was", really -- religion-wise, that is. The only teacher's religious denomination that I can recall knowing throughout all my years of schooling was a 7th grade science teacher who was a Catholic. The only reason we kids knew he WAS a Catholic was because he showed up one Ash Wednesday with ashes still smudged across his forehead from mass that morning. Otherwise, people just didn't discuss their particular religious preferences. It was considered too personal a thing to bring up in anything less than very close, intimately-acquainted company -- a matter to be strictly kept between the individual and his or her chosen "god". The only religious group that went around actively trying to recruit members was the Jehovah's Witnesses and nobody I knew liked them very much -- mostly because of their austerity with their kids in not letting them have Christmas presents or go trick-or-treating on Halloween. That and their strange assertion that, no matter the state of decomposition at the time, during the future "rapture", people's physcial bodies were going to rise up out of their graves and walk around. (Which has always conjured up a horrifying image in my mind...)
But, even the Jehovah's Witnesses didn't press you to join after you let them know that you had no interest like many Christians do today and I, for one, grow very weary of seeing "God" and "Jesus" plastered all over Facebook and such. I'd like to go back to keeping our religious preferences to ourselves here in the United States -- just like we used to but, I have a feeling that it will take more than simply requesting it to bring that about.
The only way I can see that might eventually work with some of these "militant Christians" would be if all of us belonging to the other religions would start saturating social websites like Facebook with OUR little quotes and sayings all day, every day. I'm of the opinion that this is the only way to get the seemingly ENDLESS preaching to stop: Give 'em a taste of their own medicine and keep it up for as long as it takes them to get the point.
I can see it now! Statuses like:
I can remember attending various churches with my little girlfriends when we were of grade school age. I went more as an alternative way to spend my otherwise uneventful and (for an only child) somewhat lonely Sundays than as a novitiate, however. In my youth (depending upon my "best friend du jour"), I attended Methodist Sunday School classes and Presbyterian, Episcopalian, Baptist, Lutheran and even Catholic and Pentecostal worship services.
When I turned 14 or so, my mother "got religion" and became a Buddhist and it was about that same time that I -- having studied most of the major religions on the planet on my own -- decided that Wiccanism/Paganism was about as close as any religion could come to being the one that made the most sense to me. The fact that Wiccans had a male god that ruled over autumn and winter (Cernunnos) and a female deity that held sway over spring and summer (Hertha or Habondia) seemed to answer quite nicely the "if God made human beings in 'His' image, what about women?" question for me. To my young, logical mind, either there HAD to be at least TWO deities or there was one and s/he was a hermaphrodite.
I opted for the former...
In traditional Wiccanism, Hertha is the "Earth-Mother", the "All-Mother" -- nurturer, healer and the embodiment of the feminine principle. She is depicted as voluptuous and surrounded by the colorful flowers of spring and the ripened fruits of summer. She has dominion over women, children, the moon, the home and hearth, domesticated animals and those places on the earth relating to flowers, gardens, orchards and the like -- places cultivated by the hands of humans.
Cernunnos, on the other hand, is the solar, male deity also called "The Horned One" (NOT to be confused with "Satan" which is a strictly Christian invention) and he embodies the masculine principle. He has dominion over autumn and winter and is often depicted as a neolithic huntsman in deerskin -- right down to the antlers and cloven hooves. His domains are untamed, barren-type places -- places with brambles, weeds, rocks and such -- and he has dominion over the wild, untamed, savage animals of the earth..
This world-view fit so perfectly into my thinking -- male and female, yin and yang, dark and light, summer and winter. Just traveling down the road, one can point out the green, flower-strewn strongholds of Hertha as one passes by, as well as the briar patches and rocky canyons and cliffs of the places sacred to Cernunnos. I embraced the Wiccan philosophy completely... It also had the lure of all things magick: Herb-crafting, spells, divination, mind over matter, healing, psychic powers, so, what was not to like about it?
But this all took place in the mid-to-late 1960s in a small, Northern California town. There were hardly any Jewish people in our town -- much less Buddhists and Wiccans. I can still remember the reaction I got one day when a small group of my girlfriends was discussing which denominations their parents belonged to. When it got around to me and I was asked "what" my mother "was". I said "She's a Buddhist" -- and (in the immortal words of Arlo Gunthrie) "...they all moved away from me on the bench, there. Gave me the hairy eyeball and all kinds of mean, nasty stuff like that..." For the most part, I kept my preference towards Wiccanism to myself through high school.
In those days, however, nobody knew "what" ANYBODY "was", really -- religion-wise, that is. The only teacher's religious denomination that I can recall knowing throughout all my years of schooling was a 7th grade science teacher who was a Catholic. The only reason we kids knew he WAS a Catholic was because he showed up one Ash Wednesday with ashes still smudged across his forehead from mass that morning. Otherwise, people just didn't discuss their particular religious preferences. It was considered too personal a thing to bring up in anything less than very close, intimately-acquainted company -- a matter to be strictly kept between the individual and his or her chosen "god". The only religious group that went around actively trying to recruit members was the Jehovah's Witnesses and nobody I knew liked them very much -- mostly because of their austerity with their kids in not letting them have Christmas presents or go trick-or-treating on Halloween. That and their strange assertion that, no matter the state of decomposition at the time, during the future "rapture", people's physcial bodies were going to rise up out of their graves and walk around. (Which has always conjured up a horrifying image in my mind...)
But, even the Jehovah's Witnesses didn't press you to join after you let them know that you had no interest like many Christians do today and I, for one, grow very weary of seeing "God" and "Jesus" plastered all over Facebook and such. I'd like to go back to keeping our religious preferences to ourselves here in the United States -- just like we used to but, I have a feeling that it will take more than simply requesting it to bring that about.
The only way I can see that might eventually work with some of these "militant Christians" would be if all of us belonging to the other religions would start saturating social websites like Facebook with OUR little quotes and sayings all day, every day. I'm of the opinion that this is the only way to get the seemingly ENDLESS preaching to stop: Give 'em a taste of their own medicine and keep it up for as long as it takes them to get the point.
I can see it now! Statuses like:
- "I'm not afraid to post this showing my devotion to Cernunnos and Hertha. Click "Share" if you feel surrounded by Pagan love. Blessed be..."
- "Put the 'Rah' back in Rahmadan! "Like" this post..."
- "Ganesha loves me this I know because the Bhagavad Gita tells me so..."
See, I think if we gave the Christians a taste of their own medicine, seeing OUR gods' names everywhere they looked, they might get as annoyed as WE are and they just might keep their religious views to themselves in the future.
Hey, it's worth a try...

