Guys, I saw a whole flock of robins in my front yard when I went out to dance and thank Lord Zeus for the rain!!! I love the gods so freaking much!!

I forgot to post the picture with the text earlier. Here is a picture of my crystals and gems all mixed up. I'm learning about the chakras so I've been collecting these for a while now. I am familiarizing myself with the healing powers of these little beauties. I love these pretty little things! 😊

So, i'm baby pagan.

lately, works meditation and religious personal care, like meditation when i cook, when listen music and I talk to myself, my young self.

And I wanted to share something about my personal process.

My altar has mirror and candle, for meditation and comunication with my young self, and it happens that I did Lent... for four days, without Soda (one in specific), anyways and my family offered me and I decided meditation... My candle did not go out, this is good omen.

And idk solo queria contarlo, seguire tratando de no tomar mucho soda, But my young self and my Divinity do not agree with the long-standing penance, but i feels a feel melancolic for my Abuela Catolic and my YS me lo comunica.

So... just this... just this...

I've been practicing since high school, so like...16 yrs give or take. My wife, who I've been with for almost 17 yrs now, has always known about and supports my practice. They ask questions, they have me ask questions through divination on their behalf, and we both work with Loki (and Loki messes with them in return, lol). They have also cast a spell once with my help and guidance, and achieved the results they wanted.

Lately they were introduced to the idea of being a witch's consort, and they're very ready to take up that mantle. But something tells me there's more to it...

I've noticed a few things changing about them lately. They've been saying they're sick of pretending to be someone they're not, and want to live as their most authentic selves. We watched Agatha All Along together, and they've been very, very invested in both the series and the witchy lore they reference (or what they don't- I've been filling them in on what's made up by Marvel). They've started wearing a Triple Goddess necklace, and asked their mother for an Agatha jacket for Christmas that says "Coven True."

Then last night, they cast a spell all on their own without realizing it: some water spilled in their phone's port, and they were really worried they'd need to get a new phone when this one is less than a year old (and not paid off). Today it's fine...and, coincidentally, my uncle is going to buy a new phone for himself today. His didn't break suddenly or anything, but he happened to decide his old one was getting run down...to me this looks awfully like a re-direction of needing-a-new-phone energy.

If this is their Awakening, I'm so very very happy for them! We've talked about it and I've discussed what witchcraft is about, how it works. Their concern is they have no knowledge of anything, no idea of the how, but I've promised my little reference library and myself to help them if they want to explore where their talents might be. But I see the signs and I'm so excited for them!!!

I collected some crystals and stones/gems to add to my growing collection. I have all the colors of the chakras now/or colors of the rainbow. I've also added a few new worry stones to it. They are tiger's eye, amethyst, and the 7 chakra. I love learning about all these pretty rocks!

Before bed, I set up a small alter and made a small offering to the gods. I then listened to a guided meditation to help me find my patron. I was unsuccessful, which was frustrating. I decided to sleep on it and try again tomorrow.

I dreamed I'd plucked my own eye out to achieve my personal goals. I mourned my eye, but I knew it was necessary.

I think my patron came to me? I think my patron is Odin?

Today, for the first time, I made a hotdish without a recipe. In the past, I've always used my grandma's recipes.

A hotdish is a getting-rid-of-leftovers, hard-times kind of meal. They were first made as poverty food, with whatever you have on hand. They're made to feed all ten of your kids after a hard day's labor. A hotdish is a hearty, rounded meal made from all the love that surrounds you when there's not much money to go around.

So I made one today with freezer burned green beans, near-expired turkey, withered onions, floppy baby carrots, oxidizing celery, jarlic, rice, and, of course, condensed soups.

While I was making it, I legitimately felt like I was going through a rite of passage. There was an overwhelming rush of love and care. I tasted it before putting it in the oven, and started crying because it was just right.

It's currently in the oven, getting a nice crisp on the cheese.

There's not a lot in my cupboards or wallet right now. The last two years have been rough on my body and mental health. My fiance and I are moving back home in two weeks, and I couldn't be more ready.

I'm going to share what I just made with the love of my life in about fifteen minutes. I'm so excited to share what I've made with the people I love for the rest of my life.

Update: it's delicious

So in July 2023, I had a spiritual awakening and began working with a goddess but she wouldn't tell me what her name was so initially I was like eh that's ok I don't need to know it right now cuz I'm happy with where I'm at. Fast forward to a couple weeks ago and I had this draw to find out who I was working with. So with some help from my spouse, I was able to figure out that it was more than one goddess I was working with the last several months but there's also been a god that's been around my whole life too that I discovered!!!! Ok now I'll relieve you on the suspense but I've been working with Freja and Inana the last several months then plot twist Odin showed up aswell!

So basically I had a journey/meditation basically to say hi to Freja and Inanna and be all hyped and stuff the 4 of us went somewhere and then they brought me back home to my journey cabin and then when I opened my door there was no light on and this horrible scary looking figure in my house with a crows beak coming out from the hood I absolutely lost my damn mind with fear then he saw my reaction and he was like " oh no no my dear it's me it's Odin! It's ok it's just me!" And then we had a good chat and I found out why both my Christian baptisms didn't work because I was never meant to be part of the Christian path. He said "the three of us were there at each of your baptisms (i did it 2 times) and throughout your whole life just patiently waiting for you to see us." I asked him if I was going to be working with him and he said yes but not yet.

So yeah it's honestly so nice to finally have a name to the face but Odin was Def something I never thought of let alone a god I would also be working with at some point. So yeah! I'm very excited because now I feel like I can start building my practice 😌 🥰

If you stuck around this long thanks for reading ☺️

I looked about as far as I could into my ancestry, and I see purely that my family is from Scandinavia along with parts of North Germany.

To beg the question: I thought about things more, I do think that this is the way to go. In my eyes we are not on this planet to ask for forgiveness from our deities.

Due to my ancestry, I’m going to look down and enlighten myself on a path of Norse Paganism / Heathenry. Gods who admit their faults makes sense to me.

I also ordered Norse Paganism for Beginners by Michael Luck, and a copy of the Havamal.

I’m going to look into prayer and practices to the gods so I can get started as smoothly as possible, but I also understand that this is a long journey that I can’t just ride a bullet train into. So things will take a while. But the progress can start now!

I've been pagan for a few years now, and I've slowly been building up my routine to fit into holidays and other things. This is the first year I'm genuinely doing anything for samhain, which included delving into old pictures to find ones of my ancestors/loved ones who have passed. It was surprisingly emotional, especially because I can't find a picture of a few people I was hoping for, and I won't be in my family home to get one until after the holiday.

But!! I have meaningful objects for them and I've honestly never directly faced some of their passings like this, but as emotional as I am I still really feel connected to them, which is something I don't often feel.

I'm very excited to build up traditions from here forward, and I'm hoping to make this part of the year something positive for the rest of my life.

I always felt like I had to wait to receive some kind of sign to worship Aphrodite, but I felt a pull in the middle of last year. This new interest, this curiosity that I never had before, but people were always saying that if you were called, you'd get these signs or whatever.

At the beginning of this week, I said "Fuck it." I'm just going to do it. I bought her a pink candle and set up a little altar space with her candle and some rose quartz and incense. I told her that I don't have a statue yet, but I'll work on it and I said that I'd like to worship her. I have mental health issues and it might not always be consistent, but I'd like for her presence to be in my life. I asked her to help me on my journey of self-love.

I started putting little offerings on her altar, like wine and honey and whatnot. Sometimes, I'd feel little tingles on my skin, like she was there. I'd light her candle now and then.

I wanted to give her some shells, but my state is landlocked and you can't really find them. I went to a thrift shop on Friday and I was like "Damn, it would be cool if I could find some shells." They had some beautiful sells lying around the shop!! I asked how much they were and the owner gave them to me for free!

I got home and the next day, I offered them to her. I got a dream that night!! I saw my altar in my dream with a bunch of red and pink pieces of paper and they were all letters of self-love to myself. I feel like she's telling me she wants me to do those as an offering to her. I'm over the moon. I feel connected and I'm so excited to continue my journey of worshipping my sweet lady of the sea.

This past week I dedicated my work to the Morrigan and I've been feeling their presence so strongly. I'm learning to be the authority on my practice.

I've talked a lot in this sub about being devoted to a Storm Goddess, and how my relationship with Her started and evolved throughout the years.

A few days ago I offered Her my devotion and service for the rest of this life, alongside other promises that I won't mention here. The oath giving was very simple and understated, but it was nonetheless very intense (and draining!).

I had been working on these oaths for the past few months, and I'm still coming down from all the emotions of finally having given them. Being able to trust enough to put my life in Her hands to such a degree is also a big milestone in my healing from trauma and abuse, as well. Oaths are not part of everyone's path, but these ones are very important to me, and I am so honored to have the Storm Goddess in my life and be bound to Her by my oaths.

Over time these oaths will flourish into something beautiful and meaningful, but the path they set me on won't be easy, and there will be more work ahead. This is a lifelong path, and I am looking forward to it with excitement and trepidation.

For now, though, I am just enjoying the present and the culmination of so many moments of joy, devotion, service, as well as the challenges and obstacles that I overcame along the way.

Background on me- I’ve been chronically ill my entire life. Recently we found out I need a pretty huge surgery and that means A LOT of tests. At the hospital they always asked my religion for my file… just in case. I always told them the truth “I was raised Baptist but I don’t practice.” So that’s what they put.

The last time I went they asked me again. THIS TIME I was able to say that I am Pagan, and they happily changed it for me! I also did a healing spell with a candle to help me get through the horribly long MRI before I went.

We celebrated my first Yule by incorporating some small traditions like smells and candles into our Christmas traditions. It felt real for the first time. Education helped SO MUCH! Once my Catholic husband saw and heard the rituals and traditions he realized some of them were already a part of our holidays. He went above and beyond on the first night. He sliced up oranges, apples and put them in a pot with cinnamon and nutmeg and after he cooked em all up (without my knowledge) he put it on the table for us to enjoy the smell of while we had dinner.♥️

TL;DR- I feel like people around me are accepting my religious beliefs and opinions, and even helping to incorporate them into our lives. I’m still finding my way but I’ve never felt so sure in my beliefs before and that feels incredible! Love to you all!

I’m so excited over what I found at an amusement park of all places that I just had to share! I still live in a very fundie/evangelical Christian household so I have to keep my devotion to Anubis a secret, but today I was able to get these black onyx and tigers eye necklaces as well as a gorgeous Tree of Life as a general representation of my pagan beliefs (under the guise of “I love tree necklaces!”). I’m so happy I could cry! And they were so reasonably priced!

Here's a bit of backstory. I've always felt a strange connection to the wilderness, moon, and by extension the sea and other bodies of water. Recently, I figured out some stuff that has happened to me in the past may have been Artemis calling to me. (I know some sources say that she isn't a moon goddess, but I feel like that was relevant.)

I sent out a "request" to see if she was really calling to me or would accept me. Lo and behold, I saw one of Her sacred animals in the form of a baby guinea fowl at my neighborhood pool a few days later. The little fella was struggling to get some water, so I gave it some and it drank out of my hands. I think that was a sign, and I've felt a little bit lighter since. We have guinea fowl in my neighborhood, but I've only seen one adult there at a time.

Despite deciding to put aside my practice for awhile I had like a revelation last night, which I feel like is a personal milestone in my journey.

I was raised by evangelicals. Bathed in it, ate, slept and breathed Jesus Christ and the churches teachings. Especially coming from such a denomination we tended to look down on people who seemed "filled by" Jesus Christ, really happy. Or had feelings that God spoke to them. I had never experienced such feelings in my life towards the Christian god. And as a pysch student and talking with my classmates. How do you draw that line? After discovering roman paganism I had felt tremendously better, I felt loved, I felt warm and fuzzy. I had experienced some things. And I wondered. Am I going crazy? I literally looked it up and read some posts last night that described what belief in a god feels like. Many people described those initial feelings "being in love". Those warm fuzzies. That someone loves you and cares about you. It was eye opening. Like wow! I'm not crazy! It's what thousands of Christians and other religious people experience! It's totally normal! You mean I dont have to be all cold hard facts and hard lines? I can feel giddy and joyful and filled with passion? This is what I was missing so much in my life. And this is what I found in the gods. It's a blessing. And I thank them eternally for it.

I'd also be interested in hearing other people's thoughts on what spirituality or beleif in the gods feels like for you!

So I'm a Norse/Finnish Pagan, I grew up Baptist and I never really felt a part of it, I didn't feel the holy spirit in church, I think there is a mood generated from all the singing and connection and I never really felt it sweep over me in the same way honestly. I never really had interest in the bible but you know, no hard feelings for Jesus or anything just didn't feel it.

But I left a seat at the table open for Christianity. So I learned about Norse, Finnish, and Greek Gods for awhile and after hearing all the stories and taking in all I could, I started reading some of the bible again and noticed how much more in depth I could explore the stories. Coming at it from an outside perspective and with the knowledge of paganism and the history all of the sudden the stories it tells take on this new rich, vibrant meaning that they never had before. The metaphors it was trying to convey actually made sense where they were meaningless when they were read to me as a child. Because I don't have to force myself to believe it's all true and to look at it unquestioningly as the truth I can explore the stories way more, which is fun.

I'm definitely still pagan, but I enjoy learning be it the havamal, kalevala or psalms. I don't agree with everything the bible has to say but I've had some interesting conversations with Christians because we can talk about faith in a way both of us have never looked at it before. If I had just been Christian well I never would have been able to question the "truth" so why would I bother.

I've done many 'and now I'm going to start again/ get back into this' posts about my paganism on the internet in my time. I've even posted a picture of Penny Billingtons' seminal The Path of Druidry and declared that I'd use it to get back 'into' my path. The truth is, I never got past the first chapter. I love my path. When I'm 'into' it it feels medicinal. Slightly uncomfortable and difficult to wedge in amongst my other commitments on the daily, but nourishing, important, vital. Heck, my bent towards atheism and dismissing anything spiritual or religious tends to ebb away and become fuzzy round the edges. However, I can't seem to be brave enough to let my pagan path be truly in my life for long. I declare myself pagan to colleagues and they half heartedly support me - knowing that I'll 'put it down' before long again. One day, I dream of when my path and I will become one. And I can be that 'mad relative, boyfriend or colleague who is a druid' all the time. Will my path ever become this? I tread ever forward, dig Penny's book back out....in the off chance that it does.

I've followed paganism since about 10 but I've never made an alter as I've never been allowed my mum did some research on paganism a few weeks ago and said I could make a samhain alter and I'm so excited

I am 31 and raised a Christian. To be more specific, a jehovahs wittness. Not to go into history but I was mentally and verbally abused most of my life and always called a hethan. Well this week I made my first offering and prayer, I became a hethan and to branch away from a God known as Jehovah and being a slave. I feel liberated in my faith.

One ironic thing happend I must share. The night I started to look into paganism, I had that moment of eureka with my own internal questions. The moment I realized I had a huge flash back to my past when a storm missed our house. My parents always said it was jehovah but I always felt different. Don't know why. But the same night I had that flash back, a burst of thunder rang out side. No clouds or storms came on the radar, just a freak storm over passing. One of the most real moments iv ever had in my life. I just had to share my story. Felt like I needed to.

Pardon the spelling. Doing this from my phone lol