It was said of those who experienced the Eleusinian Mysteries that they no longer feared death. Plato said, “Our mysteries had a very real meaning . . . .” And Cicero said, “Nothing is higher than these mysteries . . . they have not only shown us how to live joyfully but they have taught us how to die with a better hope.” I am a Witch because I have direct experience of the mystery, the Goddesses, the conscious Planet, Her living rocks, and leaves, and waters, of what magic feels like when it flows up from the Earth, through my hands, into the world.
But my analytical side understands that most modern day psychologists would consider my beliefs a bit mad. Oh, not dangerous. “She’s apparently able to hold down a job, pay her bills, take her trash out on Mondays, drive on the right side of the street, pass for normal. But, still, kind of batty.” Maybe a chemical imbalance in the brain, an unresolved neurosis, early dementia.
The truth is that, even if the sane people were right and the planet were simply inert minerals, the Goddesses figments of a fevered imagination, and the mysteries no mystery at all, I would still live my life exactly the same. I would go on experiencing the mysteries, worshiping the Goddesses, doing magic to make the world a better place. Because that’s the only way that it all makes sense to me. Because that’s the only world in which I want to live.
So maybe that’s part of the reason why I can’t get too worked up over disputes over whether it’s real or theoretical Goddesses dancing on the head of a mushroom. In the end, I agree with J.D. Salinger:
“I was six when I saw that everything was God, and my hair stood up, and all,” Teddy said. “It was on a Sunday, I remember. My sister was a tiny child then, and she was drinking her milk, and all of a sudden I saw that she was God and the milk was God. I mean, all she was doing was pouring God into God, if you know what I mean.”
It’s all just Goddess pouring Goddess into Goddess. May it be so for you.
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