‘Ello dear reader(s)!
So I’m writin’ a bit of a Beltaine ritual, see yeah, and I got me a bit of an issue…
My mind is clouded by something else. I am excited to do this here ritual, but my mind is definitely elsewhere. Every time I try to focus, the thoughts are just piercing through like needles through flesh.
Anyway, the other big problem is that the participants in this here ritual are of many different paths in the whole pagan umbrella, so I am doing my best to keep it as friendly as can be to all, while still maintaining some element of the spiritual.
Speaking of which, did you know that a pagan umbrella is really great for keeping your clothes dry? I didn’t even know umbrellas really have beliefs, so that came as a shock to me too.
My path is so eclectic, that I know I will be incorporating different bits of my favorites. Some of the stricter followers of opposing paths may be put off by those, but I will try to include a bit of others to balance. Some might think I am appropriating their practices, and they would be right. Given that no definitive proof of any of these specific practices exist to ancient times, anyone who wants to lay claim to one thing or another is full of shit. Every culture, every path, has certain ways of practicing. So if they have an issue with it, they can suck it.
The group I am writing this ritual for is not a coven, and really hasn’t done rituals in the past. We just gather to celebrate the Sabbats and talk with people of similar mindsets. However, there have been enough requests for something, that I have chosen to volunteer. I am still, slightly nervous about offending.
Of course, every one of every path there will be welcome, and I hope nobody feels compelled. I think I will disclaim that anything they do not like they can be silent for if they still want to participate, or can decide not to participate at all if they so choose. No judgment will be made, because we all know that isn’t our place.
I need to hurry up and get this done, so that I can send an advance copy onto the group administrator to ensure the racy innuendos aren’t too racy, and there is nothing too obvious that would offend the participants or the non-participants.
But I just can’t right now. My thoughts can’t stay focused. It’s as if my mind is tied open, waiting for the thoughts that keep invading my head to torture me once more. Burning, searing into my consciousness.