I’m sure nearly every pagan has felt the cold stirrings of panic at three in the morning when contemplating their path. I know I have. You sit there, wondering if you’re making this all up, if the gods are real, if it’s all the product of an overactive imagination and desperately wanting it to be true.
What if these are imaginary friends run amok?
What if I’m just pretending?
When it comes to paying tribute to my deities and spirits, I fully admit I’m not the most deep-pocketed devotee around. I can’t lavish wonderful gifts upon the entities in my practice, no matter how much I’d like to. Maybe one day I’ll be able to build nice lovely shrines for all of them and give daily offerings of scent and flame and food and trinkets. But right now, I can’t.
Here’s what I do instead.
I have a lot of nicknames for the spirits and entities I work with. Sometimes it’s because I’m trying to obscure their identities (or at least, trying to keep who they are a bit under wraps). Sometimes it’s because I’m more comfortable using an epithet than a personal name. Sometimes it’s because if the entity has a name, it ain’t sharing. (Lookin’ at you, Wolf.)
Here’s a brief rundown of some nicknames I use for some people in my practice.
Yes, it’s time once again for my “Better Know an Entity” series, mostly because we got to the letter M and I can’t think of anything else. So, without further ado, let’s get to know one of the entities in my practice, a pop-culture character whom I will be referring to simply as “the Mechanic” in order to foil the pop-culture haters (tbh though, it’s pretty obvious who it is).
I been feelin’ I had to teach lessons to slow learners
Go head act up, get smacked in the head with the burner
I dont fight fair, I’m dirty-dirty
– 50 Cent, “If I Can’t”
This is a post about lessons. It may read more like a story than my usual blog posts, but I hope this departure in tone isn’t too jarring.
That said, let’s start.
I screwed my knee up pretty bad seven weeks ago. I don’t have health insurance, so I haven’t gotten an MRI for it or anything, but it looks like when I fell, popping my knee out, and hit the ground, popping it back in, I tore my MCL and possibly the meniscus.
Suffice it to say, I won’t be doing a lot of kneeling for a while. Nor my usual devotional morning workout. Not that I do a lot of kneeling to begin with, anyway; my altar setup isn’t in such a place as would warrant kneeling, and most if not all of the entities I honor/worship wouldn’t be too keen on it even if I had the room.
This one’s late again, sorry. Been a weird few days.
I struggled with this post as well, because it sounds a lot like whining. I mean, I knew what I was getting into with pop-culture stuff. I knew it was weird and strange and unusual and looks, to quote Pierce Hawthorne, “crazytown bananapants”. And I posted about it anyway, it got onto a blog mocking it, and it’s sticking in my head. Read More…