Naturalistic Paganism

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Pre-Order Your Copy of “Godless Paganism: Voices of Non-Theistic Pagans”

You can still order your copy of Godless Paganism. All profits over and above our funding goal will go to The Wild Hunt’s fall funding campaign. And don’t forget to send your writing submissions for the book to humanisticpaganism[at]gmail[dot]com.

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“Why I am a godless Heathen”

When I say that I am godless, it is a shorthand method for stating that I am a Naturalist, a Rationalist, and an Evidentialist. When I say that I am a Heathen, I am announcing my allegiance with the reconstructed philosophies, beliefs, and morality of ancient Germanic peoples.

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[A Pedagogy of Gaia] “The P-Word” by Bart Everson

I call myself Pagan because wild nature is awesome, and I experience Earth as sacred, and I realize I don’t have a well-delineated self separate from the planetary ecosystem. I call myself Pagan because I think honoring the ancestors is a good idea, and I feel a connection to antiquity, and I like mythology. I call myself Pagan because dancing under the moon is my kind of religion, and a purely rational approach to life is deadening.

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[Starstuff, Contemplating] “The Circle of Death & Life” by Jon and Heather Cleland Host

Samhain is a time of remembrance. It is a time to honor the dead. We celebrate how our dead loved ones have shaped our lives. We are also affected by those who have gone from the living deep into our past. Samhain is an opportunity to remember those gifts, to reflect on what we have gained as human beings from ancient Ancestors that have gone long before us, both human and non-human.

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[Pagan in Place] “Creating a Local Lunar Calendar: Full Moon Names for Central Texas” by Anna Walther

The custom of naming full moons to mark the passage of the seasons appeals to me. It is a practice available to anyone in deep relationship with the land beneath their feet, anyone who knows by direct observation when the days lengthen, when the berries ripen, and when the cold winds come where they live.

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