So as I noted in my intro thread, I'm fairly new to paganism, and I'm still not sure what sort of path I'm supposed to be on, or which one is right for me.
I think what started my journey toward paganism was a series of….I'll call them incidents, though they weren't negative at all, about three or four years ago. They all happened when I was living in southern Arizona, still with my parents while I finished my Master's degree. One Sunday in early spring, around Easter I think, I was outside after church, and happened to look up toward the steeple. It was a small stucco building, with a cross on top, and I remember the sky was the deepest blue I've ever seen during the day. A golden eagle had perched on top of the cross. It sat there for a long minute before flying north away from the church.
Over the next three weeks, I saw six more eagles. Usually they were flying (and I think they always headed north—I remember because I usually saw them when headed down a main road that ran north to south) but a couple of them perched on various plants in the desert bordering the road. I don't know why, but I still feel like I was meant to see them.
Over the past….let's say six months or so, I've felt the presence of a spirit (or I think I do) who I call Grandfather. It's…hard to explain? What I do know is that I've looked into a few different deities, and each time I've dipped my toes in a little, it feels like Grandfather retreats. Maybe it's all in my head; maybe this means something; I don't know. I don't know where to look for more information or what I'm supposed to be looking for, but I want to know more. Any thoughts?
I think what started my journey toward paganism was a series of….I'll call them incidents, though they weren't negative at all, about three or four years ago. They all happened when I was living in southern Arizona, still with my parents while I finished my Master's degree. One Sunday in early spring, around Easter I think, I was outside after church, and happened to look up toward the steeple. It was a small stucco building, with a cross on top, and I remember the sky was the deepest blue I've ever seen during the day. A golden eagle had perched on top of the cross. It sat there for a long minute before flying north away from the church.
Over the next three weeks, I saw six more eagles. Usually they were flying (and I think they always headed north—I remember because I usually saw them when headed down a main road that ran north to south) but a couple of them perched on various plants in the desert bordering the road. I don't know why, but I still feel like I was meant to see them.
Over the past….let's say six months or so, I've felt the presence of a spirit (or I think I do) who I call Grandfather. It's…hard to explain? What I do know is that I've looked into a few different deities, and each time I've dipped my toes in a little, it feels like Grandfather retreats. Maybe it's all in my head; maybe this means something; I don't know. I don't know where to look for more information or what I'm supposed to be looking for, but I want to know more. Any thoughts?
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