There's such security in being Anne Johnson. Cuz I think I'd really suck at making up a blog name.
This faerie is called "The Rebel." Look at him. He's either ticked to the max, or plotting, or both. Maybe he's got something up his sleeve. A secret he keeps to himself, or maybe only shares with other rebellious faeries.
There's been a great deal of talk lately in blogs I read about how Pagans should go public, indeed burst into political activity, in rebellion against the coming Christian oligarchy.
Look at "The Rebel" and think again.
We at "The Gods Are Bored" advocate surrounding our praise and worship activities with a cloak of mystery. Up to and including secret handshakes.
Some people don't like secrets. They like to be all out in the open with the herd, following some clueless leader.
Other people rebel. They start whispering with people who are rebellious as they are. Next thing you know, you've got the Freemasons, secrecy and safety in numbers.
Speaking of numbers, let's crunch some. First, your intelligent, environmentally-sensitive liberal family. Two kids, three max. Responsible and fully cognizant of global overpopulation.
Second, your uber-fundie family. Twelve kids. Forget the environment, the Rapture's on the way. In the meantime, we've bred to the point of majority rule. Let's burn some Pagans!
You think I'm kidding? Ask "The Rebel" above. He's a faerie. He can see the future.
There are two ways to handle this clear and present danger.
1. Make yourself a target now so they'll come for you, and then appeal to the reasonable masses for support as they lash you to the stake. Didn't work in the 17th century, won't work now.
2. Cloak yourself in a divine shield of penetrable secrecy, so that the rebellious among them come to join you.
I like to think of this as praise and worship of the Scarlet Pimpernel variety. If you don't know who the Scarlet Pimpernel is, ha ha! Shhhhh!
THE MERLIN OF BERKELEY SPRINGS
"The Rebel," by Seitou