Over the long weekend I was privileged to observe and even participate in some bizarre graveyard rituals to ensure a victorious season for the New Orleans Saints. These were organized in large part by college professors. There were at least three profs in attendance — maybe more. With getups like these it’s hard to tell.
I also had the opportunity to sit in on a roundtable discussion organized by the New Orleans Lamplight Circle, a local pagan group. This is the second such discussion I’ve attended. The previous was on “Existentialism and Spirituality.” This one was a true roundtable, with participants bringing their own topics for discussion. We talked about everything from the nature of divinity to the proper texture of brownies, and all points in between.
I thought this was a funny sort of inversion, since one typically associates academics with roundtables, and magic rituals with pagans, rather than the other way round.
I have Heard tell that:
One cannot rightly claim to be a “pagan”, having already Heard the Word,
or even having only consciously Heard the Name of Jesus the Christ.
It is a sometimes confusing multidimensional reality.
A naturalist such as my Dad didn’t emphasize common spiritual groupthinks.
He left me a note in my Bible tucked into Isaiah:
“Flesh = Grass”.
Selah