Celestial phenomena and the deep and powerful spirit of nature are the closest things I have to religion. Not only are they absolutely fucking tangible, but our ancestors revered them for a good reason. As a species we’ve gone so far astray from respecting and revering the world we emerged from that we’ve completely lost ourselves to Abrahamic gods who focus on weird things like punishment, oppression, and masturbation.
We live on this beautiful, near-continuous organism. We were born from it and we will return to it. It creates life every day with or without our influence, and it will continue to do so long after we’re gone. It is, in all practicality, a living god before our very eyes, yet for whatever reason we largely dismiss it as background noise.
I say we get back to gathering around stones and partying our asses off beneath the moon. Let’s crack one open under the solstice sun. Lets celebrate good harvests and nature’s abundance before it’s gone, because that shit’s going, bud. Call it Mother Nature. Call it the Green Man. Call it the Great Spirit. Call it whatever you want. Attribute the name(s) of whatever god(s) or goddess(es) you vibe with. Make up your own if you want to. The pagans certainly have the right idea, but you’d probably be surprised at how much infighting there is even in their communities too. Believe me, I’ve dabbled.
Everyone needs to just chill the fuck out and enjoy a good equinox.
Celestial phenomena and the deep and powerful spirit of nature are the closest things I have to religion. Not only are they absolutely fucking tangible, but our ancestors revered them for a good reason. As a species we’ve gone so far astray from respecting and revering the world we emerged from that we’ve completely lost ourselves to Abrahamic gods who focus on weird things like punishment, oppression, and masturbation.
We live on this beautiful, near-continuous organism. We were born from it and we will return to it. It creates life every day with or without our influence, and it will continue to do so long after we’re gone. It is, in all practicality, a living god before our very eyes, yet for whatever reason we largely dismiss it as background noise.
I say we get back to gathering around stones and partying our asses off beneath the moon. Let’s crack one open under the solstice sun. Lets celebrate good harvests and nature’s abundance before it’s gone, because that shit’s going, bud. Call it Mother Nature. Call it the Green Man. Call it the Great Spirit. Call it whatever you want. Attribute the name(s) of whatever god(s) or goddess(es) you vibe with. Make up your own if you want to. The pagans certainly have the right idea, but you’d probably be surprised at how much infighting there is even in their communities too. Believe me, I’ve dabbled.
Everyone needs to just chill the fuck out and enjoy a good equinox.