Paganism and Christianity

Since the day I felt the clench of self power and control was the day I converted to

Paganism, but I didn't think I'd be entering a world war. I remember it like it was

yesterday, six years ago I was sitting in church with my family, and I never liked

church, but I believed in God. It was until I felt the holy spirit slip through me

causing me to go into a fit of tears, I felt like I was being uplifted, and to any

Christian, this is a good feeling, to me, this was God's warning…….Do not put any God

before me. I got up from my seat, trying to get pass the crowd of people with their arms

raised in praise, I quivered, grew nauseated and ran for the bathroom. The green essence

of light in the bathroom was blinding to my eyes, so I went over to the sink and tried to

vomit, I began to shake as if having an anxiety attack. This feeling of torment seized me

to learn over the sink pulling out my hair screaming a holler of terror. My eyes rolled

into the back of my head, and I could hear that voice, that voice I had no trust

for…..Don't you even think about putting another God before me, do not put another savior

before Christ. It was the end of service, when an old woman walked into the bathroom, and

saw me leaning over the sink, in the reflection of the mirror I glared at her, and she

just walked by, sanctioning the holy father into my face, I bashed her out of my way,

searching for my mom, and in the car on the way home….I realized, I have never been

Christian, I was not born of that origin nor am I to stick to the system.


So why did I become Pagan? Was it the fact that I felt most comfortable with it? That

there were no ten commandments? I did what was smart, I did my research for hours, day on

end. And after two years of compulsive study to understand Paganism, the origin, and what

it means to be Pagan, I wanted to be a part of it. Slowly I began to reach out to those

across the country, met a few in my state, and surprisingly got information for those who

went to my high school (sadly, those were the shy girls who were scared of exposing their

pentacles across their collar bones). Suddenly I began to learn that there were others

out there like me, and in the end we would all enter a great circle.


The day I was anointed with oil and converted to an old tradition, was the greatest

blessing I'd felt in years. I was surrounded by women and men of all ages…a few friends

there with me. In fact, it was so beautiful that I began to cry. I was entering the realm

of the Goddess. The great mother.


It has been four years since I was anointed into the Pagan world. I've done my share of

teachings, now that I'm educated. I begin my mornings like every morning, watching the

sun come up over the Cascade mountains entering the valley is the most spiritual moment I

have. Being Pagan, I am closer to nature than I ever was.


There is….a form of turmoil every Pagan man and woman will face. To me, God's revenge is

he sets out Christians, Catholics, whatever to come out and judge me, humiliate me. It

was this year that I was on the verge of dating this amazing guy, I'd known him for a

while, but we had chemistry, so I thought. On our first date, we went to the park for a

lovely walk, and that night, I was texting him, playing the question game, what kind of

music do you like, that sort of thing. Then, he asked me if I was religious and I said

yes. He asked me, "are you Christian?" But I wanted to be honest with him, I am always

honest when it comes to dating a guy. So I told him that I was Pagan. He didn't respond

after an hour, and when he did, he explained that we couldn't date, and we could no

longer be friends. I asked why. He said, "because you're Pagan. And I'm not going to date

you, I am so disgusted with you. Good bye."


So……when you're a young woman like me, and a man says that to you, it is the worst

feeling you can feel. I cried so hard that night. In my mind I thought, what a prejudice

bastard, what a horrible person.


Now to you so called Christians out there, isn't it true that Christ hung around the

criminals and the prostitutes? Wasn't he friends with them? The Bible says to love all

around you, to love your enemy. The way of Paganism also says to love those around you,

to help those in need.


Now I want to ask all of the followers of Christ…..do you really believe that we Pagans

are under the influence of Satan? Because I will say it now, Pagan's do not believe in

Satan, because he is in the category of Christianity, he does not exist amongst us.  


Paganism is the worship of Mother earth….believing that each element has an impact on

human life.


Pagan's are loving, passionate, caring people, who love to help others through natural

medicine.


And every Pagan will have their own set of battles to face.


I am lucky, to have a Mormon friend, who doesn't mind what belief I have, I am very happy

to have Christian friends who respect me, and we love to talk about it, we never argue.

So yes, I have respect for those who respect me.


But there are some of you cruel hearted people out there…willing to pin me at a stake and

judge me for what I call God. Accept it, that I am a younger generation of the anti-

Christ. Face it, I'm a warrior for the weak.


Blessed be.

"learn not the way of the heathen." Jer.10.