Introduction

[blackcoffeeanddarknights]

Name you would like to go by: Lana is perfect. I'm, like many others, a refugee from the Tumblr Crisis, though I've been planning on leaving for a long time.

 

-Present path or tradition: I'm not sure. If I had to put a name to it, I'd say that I was a devotional polytheist; predominantly, I've structured myself around worshiping and working with Sobek. I'm two steps away from just calling myself Kemetic, but I've considered Hellenism too strongly for me to be completely comfortable settling.

 

-Interests: I enjoy reading, and learning about other people's lifestyles and social beliefs. I like writing on the internet, and I enjoy traveling (when I have the time and money).

 

-Age (not mandatory): I'm 22.

 

-Brief Bio: I grew up in a mixed pagan/Christian household- my mother was working towards converting to Catholicism, and my father was some flavor of Norse pagan. I worked with the Norse pantheon as a teenager, before moving on to the Baltic and Kemetic pantheons. I stopped really practicing in college, except I experimented with Christianity for a year or two, before wandering back to Sobek last summer. And... that's where I am, lol.

Awakenings at a grave site

[moondoll]

Imagine this, you’re nervously watching a very large canine sniff around the grave of a loved one you buried on your land. There’s a good layer of ice encrusted dirt on top. But you’re nervous, because earlier you saw a few small holes around the grave. Once the canine leaves, you go the grave to examine it and see if there are any holes deep enough that they need to be refilled.

Then you start gathering up large stones to build a cairn. It’s difficult prying them loose from the frozen earth. There’s been a slight thaw that day as winter has momentarily loosened her grasp on the land. But that’s all the help you’re going to get with your task.

It Must Be Done.

You tell yourself. Knowing that the more difficult of a task it is for you the harder it will be for any would-be four-legged grave robbers . The work is hard. Your hands are sore and red from pulling on the stone’s rough surface. The cold is eating away at your throat and your nose is running. It’s an unpleasant task- but you tell yourself coming out here and seeing the alternative next to an empty grave will be much worse.

Finally, the task is complete.

Now Imagine, I left the first part of this as vague as possible. I was looking outside my window to see a very large very unknown dog sniffing around Belial’s grave. There were already a few holes there, my guess would be the result of a curious raccoon. I was worried, a dog this size if it felt like it could very well get down the two feet to Belial’s coffin.

If it wanted to. I had to do something, I had to deter this dog, or any others like it come spring from trying to get to my Belial. As I was moving rocks around the yard trying not to slip on the slush or cut my fingers open on sharp edges (I do not have any winter gloves) I had a realization- this is something humans had been doing for twelve thousand years.

If I’m doing this now- in the end of 2018- then people have been the same the entire time. We’ve had different names and faces sure- but deep down we’re the same we’ve always been. For a spiritualist, this was a spiritual experience I felt more connected not only to my ancestors but life and death in general.

Introduction

[varianbetweenstars]

Name you would like to go by: Varian

-Present path or tradition: I work with a pantheon of unrecorded gods, and occasionally *their* Gods as well. I refer to myself mainly as a polytheist, or as a modern culture pagan.

-Interests: Reading (romance, science fiction, and fantasy), knitting, and video games.

-Age (not mandatory): mid-20's

-Brief Bio: I grew up in rural Indiana, in a heavily Christian home. I eventually slowly lost my faith as I got older, and found my way to polytheism. I worked with the Kemetic pantheon for a few years, then got pushed by them to my current pantheon. The Kemetic pantheon offered me a chance to come back to them, but due to some irrevocable differences between me and them, and them and my current pantheon, I was asked to choose between the Kemetics and the unrecorded gods. I chose the unrecorded gods, and have been dealing exclusively with them for two and a half years now.

Introduction

[flumph]

-Name you would like to go by: My name is Eddie. Flumph is fine too.

-Present path or tradition: I'm a Norse Heathen. I'm also beginning to explore Gaelic polytheism. I'm of a recon-derived bent and keep the two practices mostly separate.

-Interests: Gaming, speculative fiction, linguistics, LGBT+ history, marine biology

-Age (not mandatory): 30's

-Brief Bio: I was raised in a living tradition of Christian spirit work, but converted to Paganism in my teens as I came to terms with the fact that my sect of Christianity was not compatible with my trans identity. However, spirit work and local folk traditions remain a significant part of my practice. I'm a library worker, and I consider my career a form of ancestor veneration. Despite living nowhere near the ocean, I have sea god problems.