Ink Blot

So… I had to go to the doctor today. Joy. (not). This was a new doctor for me, and as such, I had the requisite 9 million pages of medical history and insurance information to fill out. On the top of the medical history form, they asked my religion. Apparently I was feeling brave and so I put Pagan. Typically, I’ll say None, or Other.

The first thing this doctor said was upon walking in the exam room was: What’s Pagan?

Zuh??

So, I proceeded to trip over myself to explain Paganism to him. I think I assumed that he knew it wasn’t Satanism. Or Idolatry, or something made exclusively for Hollywood.  He didn’t know that - and then there was much back pedaling.

So, For Doctor Prin, since I am sure I forgot stuff:

Pratciners of Wicca are called Witches. Even the boys.

I am not Wiccan, I am Pagan.

Pagan is to Wicca what Christianity is to Catholicism

I belong to a church in York that is mostly Pagan.

Druids, Wiccans, Cerimonal Magicians and a whole lot of others typically fall into the Pagan umbrella.

I am not personally a big follower of a specific pantheon, but there are those who worship the Ancient Greek, Roman, Hindu, Egyptian pantheons, among others. Yes, seriously.

Yes, I do believe in God…and the Goddess (the look on his face was PRICELESS)

No we do not sacrifice babies…or anything else.

Yes, sometimes we wear costumes, but then, so do priests and the pope.

Wanna know more? Read anything by Scott Cunningham.  He’s a good white-lighter.