Thursday, September 5, 2019

PSA, I am a polytheist.

I worship Rashap, who has played various roles, among them standing in as a certain god's Angel of Plague in a particular bestselling book which details how he played a key role in bringing freedom to a situation of widespread bondage. Hint: it's not Fifty Shades of Whatever. Further hint: it involved bloody water, frogs, locust, sunlight being blotted out, death of the firstborn...he plays one of the good guys, but I digress.

I worship Ba'al Hadad. I am a Baal worshiper: Elijah would abhor me, Hezekiah would hate me. People were so frightened by what they perceived as a threat in Jezebel, a Baal worshiper, that people wrote tales tell of how this queen was defenestrated.

Apparently I'm the scary thing under the bed. And now, I, the Scary Thing Under The Bed, contemplating lonely socks and dust-bunnies, need to remind myself to go to the grocery store for supplies to bake cakes for my favorite Queen of Heaven. And maybe bring Her that tea She likes. Oh dear. Me with my cardigan and headscarf looking for cakes and tea. Hide your daughters. Hide your sons too. Heck, just hide, so I can get through the checkout line quickly. Put away your torches and your pitchforks, or put them to their uses of enlightenment and living with the land.

Honestly, I want nothing to do with the people who demonize my gods, the people who say I'm a walking horror for honoring MANY GODS. All I want is for these folks to leave me in peace so I can get on with honoring my deities and making my prayers. You know, prayers of praise, prayers of gratitude, petitions for people who are ill and hurting, petitions for the downtrodden, blessings for the ancestors, wellbeing to the local spirits, actually living a devotional life...the usual things that most thoughtful people aren't frightened of.

I will make offerings at high places and I will make offerings in low ones. Even when my lips are parched and I do not have breath left in my lungs, I am still singing songs for Them.

Them. Plural. Gods. GodSSSS. P-L-U-R-A-L. They are many! MANY GODS. Lots. Like, more than one, more than two, more than three...more than you have fingers on your hands and toes on your feet. As numerous as the stars in the sky, as numerous as the pebbles along a riverbank. Many!

What has spurred me on to make such a declaration...again? This blog, the one you're reading right now, dear reader, got included on a blogroll of a website which claims that their god is in a war against the other gods during this wicker...uh, I mean "wicked" age of modern Man. Seriously, this blog is listed with what looks to me like a lot of other very, very monotheistic blogs about a religion I play zero part in. (I say "looks to me" because I do not want to click and boost attention.) How my blog made it to that list, I may never know. I'm guessing it was done for ham-fisted marketing purposes, and without actually reading this blog here. I refuse to link or support that garbage, so you'll just have to know that "I have seen things."

So, I thought I might clarify...for those who mistakenly linked my blog on a monotheistic page which actively seeks to erase and eradicate my gods and my religion: that I. AM. A. POLYTHEIST. I do this a sort of Public Service Announcement to anyone who got the wrong impression. This blog is about POLY-theism. Poly + theism. It differs from monotheism. By its very nature, it differs. It acknowledges and honors difference, the many, the unique, the plural.

You'd think anyone would scroll down and actually read my posts before including my blog on their blogroll. You'd think they'd do a little reading and discover I'm not their cup of tea. Nope. Didn't happen.

Yes, I am using this image of a cat o'nine tails (or a potential fly whisk, or hand conveniently holding extra knotted string for weaving).. for apotropaic effect, in driving off that which is unwanted here. Shoo!

Image notes: Happily, kiddos, this one appears to be in Public Domain. Share freely and drive off the eeebil.. 

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