I stare at the little corn wolf I made. It’s so alien to me, so foreign. There’s so much folklore about the Corn Wolf I shouldn’t feel this way.
But I do.
I don’t live on an agricultural cycle. Nope, not pastoral either. This season for me is the season of the dead, metalworking, and hunting season. I did carve a jack-o-lantern because I wanted the seeds, but… That’s about it. I’ve been browsing blogs and the like – and I feel like a foreigner around them. I’ve tried corresponding to them – but I get chocked into the lump of ‘it’s farming but without the farm.’
This time of year I bless the hunting implements, and spend hours over my ‘skin
board,’ (again to Ma, thank you!) getting furs salted for the tanning process. Yes, I’m an amateur taxidermist. And that bastard cat that keeps trying to break into our house via our heating ducts will have a nasty surprise if he succeeds. If you practice Seidr, keep your eye on my store for cat-skin gloves. That same bastard dug up my onions, attacked my pooches, attacked us, and kills kittens before their eyes open.
Here kitty kitty…
This post is about those Polytheists who take a henotheistic bend to their world view. I toast you. You, who may worship Anupet, Etno, (And)Arta, Apollo, Cernunnos, and more besides who don’t doubt the validity of worship of the Gods you don’t worship yourself, or even know of. Sure, they may not be yours, but the Gods are Gods. They’re real, and more numerous, and more numerous in their interrelations than our minds can conceive on a global scale. But to you who nod, smile, acknowledge, accept, and even welcome these Gods even though you don’t worship them, or may never know their name – I toast to you.
To those who see a different-skinned, haired, or just plain different man or woman at a Nordic blot, and just shrug and go on with things in a mind of equality – I toast you.
This time of year should be one of reflection. The Bear Mother has left for Her Underworld sojourn, leaving us with our thoughts and what we’ve learned this year over. Social norms dictate that molds make their world go-round, and to that – FINE. But what good is it when the mold doesn’t change, as the Gods, the world that is a part of them, and the people who make up the living blood of their worship don’t change too? Little life can exist in a stagnant pool.
I can’t help but think of the ‘henotheistic,’ viewpoint as very ‘Pagan.’ With this view, you don’t need to worship all the Gods, nor have the modern concept of ‘All Gods are One,’ notion. It’s much deeper than that. Much broader.
Your ‘pantheon,’ is yours. Mine is mine. Why can’t we share a stiff whiskey together?