Welcome to "The Gods Are Bored," hosted by a snarky bluegrass-loving Pagan with blue views and no money to pay her D.A.R. dues! I'm your hostess, Anne Johnson. I'm named after a princess.
It's been awhile since we at "The Gods Are Bored" issued a manifesto. Some of you will be as bored as the gods, but from time to time I get a new set of eyes. So, today, no surprise.
Here at "The Gods Are Bored" we believe that human beings are not the greatest blobs of matter in the universe. We're a flawed species. We even endow our deities with our flaws. As if. Faeries may be bratty (oh yeah), but what do we know about the divine? Like, why would a god be jealous? We don't tolerate that in humans.
The unseen is all around us, draped in a veil. How we penetrate that veil is a matter of culture, of nurture, of personal gift, and/or of careful training. Or, you can just drop some shrooms and skip from Step One to Step Ten with nothing much in between.
All frivolity aside, the mission of this crazy mess here at "The Gods Are Bored" is to nourish a healthy respect for all deities both modern and ancient, and all cultures who have deities of their own -- even if those deities are endowed with some of the most despicable characteristics known to humankind.
Who am I to tell you that your praise and worship team is going to fry for eternity? Pish tosh. How silly. Eternal torment is the most cruel and unusual punishment imaginable and therefore is not likely to be a favorite device of a deity system, no matter what some books would have you believe.
So. Our philosophy is simple. Flying Spaghetti Monster? Ramen! New, old, or in between, we dig our deities. So many good ones are sitting around bored, unable to find praise and worship teams. That's a waste of great divinity. Fatted calf one millennium, page 125 of Ancient Myths and Legends of the Canary Islands the next? Hardly fair. If you've lost a job or been downsized, you know what I mean.
Well jeez Louise. If we're going to endow deities with human traits, surely boredom would be among them. Drink a toast to the Ancient Ones. Yours and everyone else's.
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