Well, it's just after midnight, I'm exhausted, and I feel great. I have finally been able to connect with a deity that I can accept, that I can honestly experience and believe in. I know it's all on my terms, instead of on Their terms, but... this is who I am right now. I have to work with what I've got, and I've got a very tough mind that does NOT accept things without them making sense.
I think I've always been Pagan, but since I was raised Catholic and then launched right into strong atheism, I never once considered it an option. It always seemed to me that there were only a few choices: Abrahamic religion, or atheism. No shades of grey, no alternatives.
But I look back at my life now... and I can see it so clearly. My fascination with mythology when I was 8. The hours and hours I spent alone in the woods, exploring, and the way I pretended I lived there, making little "rooms " in the spaces between the trees. That comfortable feeling of coming home I get whenever I smell that moist, cool scent of earth and leaves and green, living plants. And, most importantly of all, my connection to animals. I've always wondered why I was so fiercely protective of them, so passionately fond, why I cry when they're hurt or killed, even the "insignificant" ones like squirrels smushed in the road.
I'd always wondered why... but I had a dream last night, and so many of my questions were answered. In it, I met God. Nothing like Jesus or YHWH, of course, but a young, vital, virile man. He was dressed in green, and had red hair and gentle eyes. He just stood there, saying nothing, but I knew his thoughts. All at once, I knew so many things... I knew that he was a father figure, but the still-youthful father of small children, not the forbidding middle-aged disciplinarian we're all so familiar with in Christianity. I knew that he was not "above" sex; rather, that he enjoys it a lot and along with Goddess has made it his gift to his children, the animals.
I include humans in that statement, of course. But he is mostly concerned with non-human animals. They really are
his children-- he feels their pain, their fear. Harming them harms him. However, he is also the flip side of the coin: he is Hunter as well as Father. He knows how essential the hunt is, how the food chain works, and how some must die so others may live. And he doesn't shirk from this issue, doesn't hide his face from it. He leads the hunt himself, knowing that if it must happen, he will not foist the responsability off on others, but will do it himself.
I knew he had a wicked sense of humour, and wasn't above playing tricks on us humans, especially if it will help us learn in the end. It just might not seem anything other than a joke at the time, however.
I've put together a rudimentary BOS, and am delighted that this journal program is so able to fit my needs with its customization, password protection, nesting of entries under headings, etc. This is going to work much better than writing it all out longhand. I'm backing up every day and saving often so if it goes tits-up I won't be completely desolated (or so I hope). I'm even able to insert graphics, and so I can include symbols, maps of the altar, etc. Groovy! I'll put in the contents of my written BOS tomorrow, and start the Grimoire too. I've got that herbalism book, I should look in there also to see what can be included...
Lots of work to do, but I'm looking forward to it! Thank you, Mother and Father, for this opportunity to connect with you in this way.