Jungian Druid

My coming ashore to the island of Paganism wasn't through my family or through my peers. I came to know it through a gravity I felt, even in my early years, to nature, magic, and myth. This feeling became relatively strong in me around ages eleven to fourteen, and it was during those years that I had first heard about Pagan beliefs, namely Wicca, but due to a drastic change of location, and an increasing lack of faith in the supernatural, my attention to it was put on the back-burner. It wasn't until four or five years later, after having accepted my atheism and unbelief in the supernatural altogether, and after my next move to an environment more hospitable to me, that I began to feel that wraith calling to me again from the depths of my mind.
Through that time of spiritual dormancy, I had heard about different Pagan spiritual philosophies, and studied them off and on, building my interest, though this interest was purely informational and superficial. Once I moved, the interest became more tangible and interactive. I didn't just want to read about Paganism, I wanted to be involved with it. This led to a more in-depth study of the Wiccan and Druid philosophies, and my eventual acceptance of the titles Druid and Witch, along with my statement of atheism.
I didn't feel as though these qualities were at odds with one-another, as the basic principles of these Pagan crafts were anti-dogmatic and stressed learning from the myths and practices rather than squabbling over literal interpretation. Myths were symbolic pathways of knowledge, ritual was poetry through acts, and the gods and goddesses were reflections of human potency and potentiality. I fell in love. I finally felt like my years of trying to reconcile my creative and symbolic mind with my atheistic intellectualism were finally coming to an apex. I loved that people of the crafts had reverence for nature and harmony with others, unlike the rigid structures of the Abrahamic religions by which I had grown surrounded, I loved that environmentalism was strong in the causes of my Druidic and Wiccan peers, and I loved the mythological tapestry that formed the foundations of these crafts.
I take the symbolic and ritualistic side seriously as well. I feel the same enthusiasm and see the same beauty and artistry and transcendence in the ceremonies as my supernatural-believing peers, even if they sometimes can't comprehend it, but I'm an artist! How could I not appreciate it? How could I not feel it? How could I not see it? I feel the spirit within me, the pulse of the world, and the divinity of the universe, even if I don't believe in it physically. That's the beauty of it. The world doesn't have to be supernatural to be amazing. Nature is divine enough as she is.
SourPennies SourPennies
22-25, F
2 Responses Aug 24, 2014

my experience was almost exactly like yours

welcome aboard