Actually, Shary, depending on the interpretation, Morrigan IS a goddess of magic (well, one of her aspects, not sure which one). Though I do understand what you mean about magic not being necessary in an already awesome world- I think the last time I cast a spell was somewhere like eight months ago, and that was. . . desperate.
On an unrelated note, I've always thought the Morrigan would be an excellent patron; felt a kinship with Ravens and Crows
since I was born, but the Morrigan herself has never called to me.
Ah, Imbolc. If there's one thing that unites pagans everywhere it's our
deeply spiritual holidays.
I suppose since everyone else is sharing how they acquired their faith, I might as well do the same.
I grew up Christian, in a church-going household. It was all good for a while; like most Christians, I overlooked the more. . . unpleasant aspects of the faith. I was content up until about ten, when my Mum married a preacher. He was very strict, militant almost, and hated everything I loved (fantasy novels, the music I listened to, etc.) and generally unpleasant. He encouraged me to read the bible, and so I did. I read it about half a dozen times, and became more horrified each pass. I discovered that the god I had worshipped my whole life was a psychopath who destroyed towns and tortured his followers to test their faith. By thirteen, I was completely disillusioned with Christianity and indeed the entire concept of an omniscient, omnipotent deity.
I was a Deist for a while; I knew there had to be something somewhere, but it wouldn't be like the Christian god. I refused to believe that the being that nurtured the universe was such a monster.
I am, and have been since around six, bipolar; I sometimes got angry enough to kill others and sad enough to kill myself for long periods of time. One of the latter times, I was in my room with a sick feeling that wouldn't even let me cry. I felt I'd lost my purpose; I had no reason to exist. I figured I couldn't do anything; I was only a crazy blind kid. I had no benefit to the world.
And then, she called me. I heard a voice like the wind rustling through the leaves of a tall tree. It held the passionate light of the sun and the calm serenity of the night sky, the firm strength of the stone and the fluidity of a river. I could not comprehend the words it spoke, but I knew what they meant. I had a purpose. It was my duty to make the world a better place, one small deed at a time.
And so I've don ever since. I've been told that what spoke to me was everything from yhwh to allah to the Wiccan Goddess to athena. The way I see it, I don't care; she might be any deity, she might be every
deity. I've formed my own perception of her, but I understand that everyone's perception is unique and that as long as you don't worship something that tells you to do something horrid or that anyone anywhere is horrible for having a faith that isn't yours, it is all good.
edited 28th Jan '11 9:06:25 AM by Diamonnes