We take a look at how the Romans interpreted foreign deities. A modern witch describes how her religion makes her feel empowered. And the importance of confronting racism within the Pagan community is explained. It's Watery Wednesday, our weekly take on news relating to the Pagan community. All this and more for the Pagan News Beagle!
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This has been a strange year for me; a lot of things have shifted, and a lot of things have fallen into place. In May, I was finally able to leave my day job and become a full-time businesswoman. At the same time as this was going on, I had to cope with the sudden terminal illness of my ten-year-old cat, Grim Greyling. This event has colored much of the rest of my year, because when he passed into spirit he became such a palpable, immediate presence in our household that I had to recalibrate my ability to perceive and interact with my god-husband, Odin. Yes, having Grim around has made it harder for me to maintain awareness of having my husband around, and I've had to rebuild those muscles almost from the ground up. It hasn't been easy, though the process been helped by the firm knowledge that Odin hasn't gone anywhere, and that at the end of the this process He will be more solidly present than ever before. And I wouldn't trade having Grim around for making this easier on me—because no one ever said these relationships were supposed to be easy, anyhow.
Whenever I’ve gone to a quiet place in my head, it’s been the same. I find myself on a path in the woods. It’s always fall and always leads to a pool with a waterfall. There’s a stone there large enough for me to sit on or lean against. For years when I sought out a quiet, centered place in my mind, inevitably this is where I’d end up. I could feel the crisp coolness of the autumn day, smell the fresh air with a hint of drying corn (yes I grew up on a farm where we did this), and feel the bite of winter.
The other night when I sought out my center, my balance. I didn’t go there. I tried. I was tired, wanted to destress and wanted the familiar and the comfortable of this scene. My mind didn’t go there. Even when I tried to visualize it, I couldn’t find it. It was like a door closed in my mind....
Och, I keep screwing up the prayers. I keep forgetting that it's Winter now.
Temple worship has its own style, like set prayers. But even set prayers don't always stay the same.
Red Coat crowned with antler
(in winter: blue)
that sit cross-legged in the Mother's heart
to you, to you, my Stag,
I make my prayer.
Vietnam protests its classification as a religious intolerant country. Refugees in Japan struggle to find a place in its legal system. And violence in Turkey divides the country. It's Fiery Tuesday, our weekly segment on political and societal news from around the world. All this and more for the Pagan News Beagle!
There is a rising movement with Pagan communities, to regain the respect and adoration Witches and Pagans once knew. Are you a part of it?
All over the world Witches and Pagans are working to reclaim the respect of Witch, Pagan, and Wiccan. From the coast of California to small towns in Pennsylvania, and even as far away as Pakistan; Witches are rising up to reclaim the value of our faiths and sacred titles....
Halloween. First part sounds like hallow, which preserves the original sense of the festival, derived from Old English hælig, “holy thing or person, saint.”
This is how I grew up pronouncing the word in Western Pennsylvania, and how I still pronounce it.
Which means, of course, that this is the correct pronunciation.
Helloween. Feast of the Goddess of Death and the Underworld (= Hell), observed only by the bluest of British blue-bloods. Raw-tha.
Hilloween. Southern hemisphere festival observed in New Zealand, Australia, and South Africa. Named for the Hill o' Ween, where Australia's first Bealtaine bonfire was lighted in 1794.