I Cant Believe its Easter.

Don’t you just love the Easter weekend with an extended holiday, then the week seems to fly past so quick. I guess we have to thank Judas Iscariot for this. Without his snitching ways, there would be no Easter, no wailing on the mound, and no resurrection, weirdly by people called Peter, John and Mary… On the shores of the Mediterranean. I think they would have different names, like Omar, Abdul, what do you think? Google translation would have been very handy back then.

But then, doing our own pagan ritual the other day, burning a sigil to release anger and resentment, got me thinking about Easter. Even the Christian’s stole this from us Pagans, like they stole pretty much everything else. An ancient old tradition that spanned centuries before some dude thought up the bible. 

I will not bash the bible for people. Ten years ago I probably would have, even though I keep my Paganism entirely to myself as even now, the notion of heresy and necromancy still causes people to take a step back and suck air through their teeth like an incompetent plumber looking at a leaking toilet. 

But the wisdom of my being is that we all have to believe in something, to gain meaning that is. 

Take me for example, I meditated on abundance and having ‘enough’ which was an uncomfortable meditation which meant simply I had to address the source. 

Asking my higher self what was causing this discomfort – anger and resentment manifested. I then created a sigil and took it to a sacred pagan spot I shall not name here for reasons of heresy and necromancy. Old habits die hard even for us pagans. 

I chanted a ritual with Sam, burnt the sigil and buried it with an egg, under a mature Ash tree. The heaviness that I felt vanished, the resentment eased, the anger lifted.  

The anger and resentment burnt, I cast the negativity to the wind. The embers buried in the sacred soil with the egg. 

On finishing, a lone feather tumbled across the grass, and to the evolved, this is your guardian angel. They have left you a message or were just present during your ritual.

So if you want to follow a God, whichever one you choose, and perform rituals in order to praise that God, go for it without judgment from me, I do my thing and you can do yours. If this finds you peace, then rock on!

Spring in my household is all about new beginnings. The egg symbolises this. Hares or rabbits so abundant after the darkness of the winter, frolicking in the glade. Their new born’s tentatively exploring around, under the ever-watchful eye of the parents. 

We use chocolates eggs to replicate this re-birth as the egg encapsulates new beginnings. The Easter bunny comes and delivers these eggs as the birds chirp in a cacophony, the new dawn of the year, with everything now growing in abundance. Longer days and the promise of new life breathes a sigh of relief in our tired bodies, giving us the sense of hope and security. Outstretching and transcending the indiscretions of our pious ancestors that if Sam and I were caught chanting to a tree. They would have strapped us to it and set fire to the damn thing.

Which brings me into the word abundance. In a world where we have enough, yet we drift and collide as we don’t have enough. We strive to have more and not be better. Isn’t the cornerstone of our human endeavour there for us to be better every day?

Why do we crave for more – more of what exactly?

New TV, a new car, designer clothes, the latest gadget (let’s leave Apple out of this equation – my thirst for Apple products is a life long qualitative assessment of Moores Law; go check it out if you haven’t heard of it.)

After a moment of digressing, and those closest to me, slamming their laptop or tablet shut and scream “WHAT!”

We should strive for the abundance of life, a world that gives us everything that we need. How do you do this?

Switch everything off! Hear the world around you. The swaying of the trees, the wildlife going about their daily routine in their noisy fashion. The whoosh of your own inner noise created from the engine room in your body, your heart. The chaos your family brings you, one day, and trust me on this, you’ll miss it when it’s gone.

You’re here, now, breathing, living – contributing to this amazing world. You don’t need more, you just need you. Know you, understand you, and love you. 

That transcends even before some dude climbed out his wooden shelter and said ‘I know, I am going to celebrate the five elements and draw a five pointed triangle in the dirt,’ muttering “P…P…P… P,” under his breath.