I really dig Cernunnos, Danu and the Dagda, but I haven’t been able to convince myself enough of their existence to adopt them as a religion. I want to, though. The Gauls had some cool gods.
I don’t why the old Egyptian gods resonate with me so much. As a kid I used to have dreams of the nile in the evening and felt like I could feel the hot wind coming over the river and stirring up ribbons of sand. I’ve never been to Egypt but I have a life-long love of the art and architecture.
I follow a Celtic Pagan group on Facebook that often discuss this exact type of thing. The consensus view is that pagans don’t typically seek out their god(s) so much as their gods call out to them. A lot of them claim they began their path after feeling deeply moved by/drawn to or called by the wilds, or after having vivid (often recurring) dreams about these sacred places or associated animals. That resonates with me because when I think of these secluded stone cairns or places of worship off the beaten path, something stirs very deeply within me that almost feels evident of a past life or some lost thing that I no longer have. Just this incredibly deep feeling of reverence. It sounds like you’re dealing with the same thing.
I believe that also, it was more like the gods called out to me from a young age. My dreams were more than just vivid, I could feel the sensations completely, and sometimes heard voices after waking up that, I later learned, were speaking an old language of Egypt. As a young kid I hadn’t even read about such things, so I just assumed I was a little wacko.
And I was, but now I’m a big wacko and I know what I believe is something deeply rooted inside my consciousness. It’s like I’ve been there and walked those paths before. Reverence, it definitely is that and a sense of awe that is both terror and respect at the same time. I’m glad I’m not the only one who experiences that!
I really dig Cernunnos, Danu and the Dagda, but I haven’t been able to convince myself enough of their existence to adopt them as a religion. I want to, though. The Gauls had some cool gods.
I don’t why the old Egyptian gods resonate with me so much. As a kid I used to have dreams of the nile in the evening and felt like I could feel the hot wind coming over the river and stirring up ribbons of sand. I’ve never been to Egypt but I have a life-long love of the art and architecture.
I follow a Celtic Pagan group on Facebook that often discuss this exact type of thing. The consensus view is that pagans don’t typically seek out their god(s) so much as their gods call out to them. A lot of them claim they began their path after feeling deeply moved by/drawn to or called by the wilds, or after having vivid (often recurring) dreams about these sacred places or associated animals. That resonates with me because when I think of these secluded stone cairns or places of worship off the beaten path, something stirs very deeply within me that almost feels evident of a past life or some lost thing that I no longer have. Just this incredibly deep feeling of reverence. It sounds like you’re dealing with the same thing.
I believe that also, it was more like the gods called out to me from a young age. My dreams were more than just vivid, I could feel the sensations completely, and sometimes heard voices after waking up that, I later learned, were speaking an old language of Egypt. As a young kid I hadn’t even read about such things, so I just assumed I was a little wacko.
And I was, but now I’m a big wacko and I know what I believe is something deeply rooted inside my consciousness. It’s like I’ve been there and walked those paths before. Reverence, it definitely is that and a sense of awe that is both terror and respect at the same time. I’m glad I’m not the only one who experiences that!