On the continent of Non-Christendom, in the wide expanse that is broad-brush defined Pagania, I have no village. There is no “tribe” for me.
I’m not a witch.
I’m not a Wiccan.
I’m not a devotee of The Goddess Movement.
I’m not a recon.
In each of these I find undercurrents that repel me, and most of all I can’t toe the communal line that seems to exist, which demands rejection of reason and adherence to strict extraneous beliefs in exchange for acceptance. I can’t swallow the conspiracy minded bullshit that demands I fear and loathe genetic modification of food or slather untested, unknown concoctions on myself rather than seek proper medical attention in the name of some fabricated sense of “purity” and “naturalness”.
I can’t do a bit of yoga without the world assuming I must be against GMOs (I’m very, very not). I can’t buy some incense because it smells nice without also being pestered with nonsense about pink salt and bleach curing cancer (yeah, in a goddamn petri dish. Which doesn’t need to continue living afterwards, unlike a human being who will become very ill and possibly die from drinking bleach). I can’t admit I know my way around a Tarot deck without being bombarded with memes on the virtues of organic everything (even though “organic” farms use far more chemicals and toxic, unregulated pesticides, not to mention require more land use due to decreased yield and the irrational Western demand for “pure” “organic” produce is one of the factors fueling increased deforestation in places like South America).
In summary, I cannot worship at the altar of The Sanitized Magic Natural.
I cannot swallow claims of colloidal silver being some sort of magic cure-all, knowledge of which has been repressed Big Pharma when I know it was the go-to cure for syphilis in the 1500s…and when those people died of syphillis anyway, despite using so much colloidal silver that their skeletons show it to this day. I can’t buy into fears of chemicals, when I know that literally all of existence is chemicals, and that there is zero difference whatsoever between a “natural” chemical and one we created. I cannot accept fearmongering about modern medicine and assuming that literally medieval herblore is more effective, when the women and monks relying on that herblore in their day would have given up their immortal souls for what we have today. How fucking ungrateful would we seem to them? Or even to our ancestors of barely a hundred years ago?
This idea of the sanctity of the “Natural” that permeates Pagandom is stomach turning to me. The embrace of ignorance that I see so much is no different from the embrace of ignorance that exists among radical Christians who deny climate change and evolution. We are so far removed from the danger and death of “natural” existence that we’ve forgotten why we created some of our methods in the first place. Natural is not singing “om” in the woods and petting trees and huffing oils and only using “certified organic” products (a label with no real meaning other than a price hike). Natural is infestations of parasites. Natural is dying of an infection from a minor wound to an extremity. Natural is premature babies dying hours or days after they’re born. Natural is starving because the locusts came this year. Natural is life eating life. Natural is chemical.
What “natural” utopia, exactly, is it supposed to be our goal to recreate? There never was an era of matriarchal Goddess-inspired peace, where Mother Earth was loving and kind and provided for us because we respected her. Not in Europe or anywhere else. Humanity did not thrive in a happy disease-free bubble where no one ever got cancer because all the medicine was plants. That is nothing but the modern Pagan’s Eden, and it is just as fictional without even the benefit of being mythological.
I’m so tired of encountering this nonsense at every turn. And when it isn’t this form of nonsense, it’s nationalistic pricks like the AFA pushing white pride, gender essentialist drivel. I’m tired, I’m frustrated, and I do not feel particularly apologetic about any of it.
Why, why, why does spirituality have to go hand-in-hand with utter fucking nonsense like this? Where are the Science Pagans? I realize I may be asking too much. Pagandom subsists on magical thinking, and that does not jive so well with rational thinking. But I don’t find it hard to maintain a non-literalist spirituatlity, complete with rituals and candles and runes, and also accept the fact that chemotherapy is better than weed at ridding people of cancer, that chemtrails are not a thing, that pink salt lamps do not purify the air, that cleanses and detoxes have no effect because the liver does that already, that vaccines are safe and effective, and that GMOs are not an existential or physical threat to our health. I feel no struggle in laying out cards and also knowing that David “Avocado” Wolfe is an opportunistic hustler who milks the desperate for money. It’s not hard to make an offering to a god without thinking that I live in a demon haunted world of toxins and conspiracies. It’s not hard.
So why does it seem I’m all alone?