It’s awwwllll better now. We have Freedom of Religion. Our Founding Fathers decided we get to pick our own Gods. Fundys never did, never have and never will approve of this decision. That’s why we call them Fundys. There are lots an’ lotsa little Fundys scurrying around the US of A, all working tirelessly to regain the power they once had over us poor ole Pagans. They miss the good old days.
The Good Old Days. Let’s see now, the good old days. Oh yeah, right. That’s when they could burn us alive for the mere suspicion of being a Witch. That was the day of crusades and Witch Trials. The days of confession forced by the rack, thumbscrews and other murderous devices.
They miss that.
Christianity went from a new struggling-to-survive religion to the law of the land. At first, they were the downtrodden, the persecuted. They were accused of the same crimes they accuse us of today. Did this ordeal give them any feeling of empathy or tolerance for others who endured the same struggle? Of course not. The moment they were on top, they became our persecutors.
Think your having a bad day?
For a very long time they had everything their way. They tortured and murdered not just pagans, but people of every other religion too, even other Xtians who didn’t adhere to the particular flavor of Christianity that happened to be top dog of the moment.
Then America was born. Freedom of religion, right? When Fundy Xtians speak of freedom of religion, they don’t mean quite the same thing as the rest of us. They claim we got it all wrong.
They say it means freedom for Xtians and Xtians only. Those OTHER religions aren’t really religions at all since they don’t follow the one true God. Their Gods are really just Satan in disguise. They were never meant to be included in our country’s religious freedom. We just misinterpreted our founding fathers’ intent. . .kind a like Fundys misinterpret the bible.
Xtians had things their way such a long time they have a hard time remembering that it’s not the Dark Ages anymore. They still think they have the right to coerce us into accepting their beliefs. They’ll walk up to you in the street and demand to know if you’ve found Jesus yet.
I always say, “Found Jesus? I didn’t know he was lost.”
That’s usually when they start screaming at me.
They really scream if they catch a glimpse of my pentacle. That’s when they start screaming that I’m going to hell. Sometimes, if I’m feeling particularly ornery, I’ll tell them, “Well, when you get there, gimmee a call. I’ll meet you in the parking lot. Look for the redhead on the broomstick. That’ll be me.”
There’s good news.
They aren’t allowed to torture, mutilate or kill us anymore.
They can’t use these methods to force us to convert or else be turned into worm food.
The bad news? (There’s always bad news.)
The bad news is they still really, really want to. They can’t, so they’ve had to find other ways to deal with us. We have been accused of the most horrible crimes against humanity that the Fundy propaganda mill can dream up.
We are demonized from Fundy pulpits.
This is only a partial list of our ‘crimes’.
We Stand Accused
–We use human sacrifice to work our Magick.
–We steal, kill and dine upon Xtian babies.
–We Worship Satan whether we know it or not.
–We cast curses upon innocent god fearing Xtians.
–We seduce their pastors and corrupt their young folk.
–We work undercover in the churches, tempting their congregations to sin.
–Witches are responsible for 9-11.
We are to blame for erupting volcanoes, earthquakes, tsunamis and any other natural disaster you care to name. Social turmoil and upheaval are our fault. Famine comes, because of us. God is punishing the nations for allowing us to exist.
We’ve become scapegoats for Fundys everywhere. Is it any wonder We cower in our broom closets in terror and trepidation, dreading the day we are finally outed? We could lose everything we hold dear, our jobs, homes, friends and families, even our children could be taken away. All this in a country with ‘freedom of religion’!
We are a community in hiding. We hide in our metaphysical broom closets, behind internet pseudonyms and avatars. We hide behind our Clark Kent identities, hoping and praying we don’t give ourselves away. We hide because we’re scared and Fundys use that against us, too.
We’ve got to be worshipping Satan, or casting curses or doing some kind of evil. If we weren’t doing something bad, something we’re ashamed of, we wouldn’t be hiding! All the faults and foibles of the human race are laid at our door.
We’re STILL screwed!
Just because you want to hurt us doesn’t mean that we want to hurt you. We don’t. I could tell you we don’t believe in the devil or the Xtian hell. I could say that Satan is one of your gods, not ours. I could try to explain our beliefs and practices, but I won’t because you’re not listening. It’s like talking to a brick wall. We only want to be left alone to follow our own path in peace without being afraid of losing everything we love.
Want me to show some respect for your religions? Show a little respect for mine and I might. Respect is earned, not gifted and you Fundys have a long way to go before you earn any respect from me! I will tolerate you because I must, but respect you? Hell, no!
Witches are sick to death of hiding and being afraid of YOU!
As for converting to Christianity? In your self-righteous, sanctimonious dreams!
Oh, yeah, one last little thing,
It’s Your God, Your Rules, You Burn in Hell!