Maybe perhaps the oddest thing I've learned about how to be a good pagan is how much the nuns taught me in my childhood about how to be an activist like a lady. Yes. You heard me. Graceful ladies who spoke truth. Nuns took me to my first protest against capitalistic oil interests back during the start of the Gulf War. I wish we were all taught how to revere kind people as battle ready warriors.
Now I just need to go lie down while my mind tries to pair this with the reality of Christians wanting to set me on fire in '96.
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It's okay though. The three people who got me out of that were also Christian. I just, you know, life makes the random thoughts.