Over the weekend, I went to my first-ever public pagan ritual. I’d been to a wedding, but never a regular event like this Midsummer celebration before.
It was pretty great, but also…very different. The thing that caught me the most off-guard was how *here* the ritual part was. My own personal rituals are either in astral or straddling the worlds and take place simultaneously on both sides. I’ve never even given any thought to that. But this was completely grounded in one place and time and people in this world. It was a little jarring to me at first, actually, because it almost made the Gods and spirits feel further away. Greater, more powerful, more “godlike” and strange, yes…but also more inaccessible somehow. It was a completely different experience and aspect of polytheism then I’d known before and so that was really cool and enlightening.
I was a bit nervous going in, though, because it was a heathen blot and…as most of y’all probably know there are a few People in that bunch that I have some pretty negative history with and two I even have something like restraining orders against—with an exception for crossing paths in meetings or rituals either in astral or here. But even though I had mentally prepared myself for every single one of Them I had problems with to be invoked, only one actually was (and it was inevitable; that’s the thing with having trouble with Someone so prominent in a pantheon 😛 ). So I felt fortunate about that.
And then most of the evening was just hanging out with everyone, enjoying mead and beer and food potluck-style and just having…fellowship (it seems really weird to use that word outside Christianity, but it’s the only one I have). I really didn’t expect to find that kind of feeling it again and it helped to restore some of my hope and faith in people and in pagan/polytheist community that I’d lost in the last year and a half or so.
So much fun…and I’m going to try to go to the next one, too. 😀