Welcome to "The Gods Are Bored!" We are closing in on a solid year of sound arguments for those poor forgotten gods and goddesses out there who used to be worshiped in big temples and now can't find work bursting pig pimples.
We don't think that's fair. Do you?
So many times you hear people say they have a Guardian Angel. And I'm not discounting the idea. Once I had a really bad bike wreck while riding a lonely stretch of the Potomac River, and after staggering about a third of a mile I found a lone fisherman who had a complete first aid kit in his car and tools to repair my bike. I could have been fish food, instead I was home in time for dinner.
As I say, we here at "The Gods Are Bored" endorse the idea of Guardian Angels.
You never hear about Guardian Faeries, though. Do people who worship the Celtic bored gods get assigned Guardian Faeries?
I think it works differently with the fae.
Guardian Faeries don't bandage knees or fix broken bicycles. They don't keep you safe from harm. What they do is lift your spirits in those hardest of times when there's nothing to laugh about, but you say, "what the hey, I'm gonna laugh anyway."
So when you see people out marching on behalf of cancer research, having a pleasant chat and the occasional chuckle, that's Guardian Faeries at work. If a bunch of underemployed, brokenhearted folks gather around a Maypole and end up forgetting their troubles for an afternoon, that's Guardian Faeries at work.
So the next time you smile when you're blue, or take a momentary joy in a daffodil or a puppy, thank your Guardian Faerie.
Not as important as some Guardian Angel flying in to save your life?
Think about it.
FROM ANNE
THE MERLIN OF BERKELEY SPRINGS
2 comments:
Thanks for the tip! I am going to link to you because folks need to know about gods and stuff plus you spell fairy fairly oddly.
Oh, I love it! The faeries must belong to pure Goddess religion, because pure Goddess religion is Big on having a sense of humor and getting delighted about all kinds of things (almost anything, as a matter of fact).
I tried to rewrite the New Testament once, to turn it into a Goddess Book. But after the first two chapters of Matthew, I got bogged down in all the stolid refusal to see anything funny anywhere. Or anything that tickled the senses. That NT is one bleak book.
But the fae.... Now they're something to take seriously. Or not. I just wish they hadn't stolen my TV remote and my sunglasses. (I still haven't found either.)
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