Wednesday, January 10, 2018

The Gods are not your bitches.

Blessings Darlings!

Would you walk up to a random stranger on the street and ask them to give you stuff?  Like, "Hey - you don't know me at all, and I don't know you.  But my cat is sick, and I think you should take her to the vet, get her looked at, and get whatever the vet thinks she needs.  And I also think you should give her the drugs/whatever for how ever long it's needed"

Or "I need a job.  You should make sure I get one"

No?  That's rude?

Oddly enough, lots and lots and LOTS of folks treat the God/dess/es like this. 

Their pet is sick - they call on Bast to heal the dog.  Never mind that they have NEVER interacted with Bast before.  They know so little about Bast that they think that She is "protector of all animals'.  And that Her name is Bast ...

Look, there's nothing wrong with prayers to your Gods.  But for 'your Gods' to be YOUR Gods, you need to build a relationship with them.  Not just expect them to come thru' when you need something.

And we've ALL had those type of folks in our lives, who only come around when they need something from us.  After a while, we realize that they folks are using us. We are their bitches.

The Gods don't play that at all. 

At the very least, if you need to make an, ahem, Hail Mary pass to some God or other Being for a favor, and you don't have some relationship with that being - make some damn offerings.  And promise some future offerings.  Specify the future offerings that you are willing to give.  Because the stories of Beings who ask for one or more of your children, etc, ain't just stories.  People didn't pull those stories out of their asses. 

And make those future offerings that you promised.   Surely you already knew that, but ... I feel prompted to repeat that.

Frondly, Fern

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