It's funny when you think about it
Today was the perfect fall day so I decided that instead of sitting on my ass all day eating and watching tv, I would go out and get some things done that I’ve been meaning to do. I drove out to Stone to get some local honey at Mag’s when I thought that I could use some solace in the familiar scents, sounds, and friendly faces (or face as it were) of Wings. Wings is a lovely pagan shop that I like to frequent even if I’m not buying anything. There’s a guy that works there who inspires me. Hell if I know his name, but he always has a happy smile and actually remembers me. We usually chat about animals and healing (since he knows I work at a vet), but he has a tendency to revert the conversation to things like reiki, which is a part of a vast number of subjects that are a bit out of my relm of understanding. While I am impressed by his devotion and strength of his belief, I still have no idea what he’s talking about half the time and rarely know if I should take him seriously.
The amusing point is actually when I told the guy that I was on my way to Mag’s. He turned to me with a serious face and said that she thinks that she was Mary Magdalene in a past life and asked if she had ever told me who she thought I had been.
I’ve been inside Mag’s more than I can count, but I never really talked to the owner aside from exchanging change, special ordering herbs, etc. We’ve never talked about past lives. Don’t get me wrong, I may be a bad pagan, but I do believe in reincarnation so on the scale of crazy, this particular one did not strike too high, though.. Mary Magdalene? After relating the lack of extent to Mag conversations, this guy seemed to relax and bade me to keep it that way. The two stores are rivals, so I thought that he was being just that.
Boy was I wrong. When I went to Mag’s the store was empty except for the owner. And me. I promptly collected the things I needed and walked to the register, no dawdling. Before I even had a chance to put my things on the counter, I got a full burst of crazy directly in the face. Time seemed to slow down, my soul gasped for air. Not only did she divulge to me that she was psychic, but that Christianity was founded by women, the swine flu vaccine is fatal, and an 18 year old Great Dane told her that eating peas and drinking distilled water would cure him of renal disease. I naturally couldn’t help commending her on the age of a breed that is considered ancient at the age of 8. So. As I left the store, I couldn’t stop thinking that it wouldn’t take a psychic to read my horrified face. All I wanted was some local honey!
I’ve spent the rest of the day contemplating people and religion. We fuck it up every time. I’ll be honest. I don’t care who you do or do not pray to, what you do or not believe in, just keep it to yourself and live your life with honour and respect for yourself and others. Why can’t we all just get along?
But then again, maybe religion was created in mind for population control..
The amusing point is actually when I told the guy that I was on my way to Mag’s. He turned to me with a serious face and said that she thinks that she was Mary Magdalene in a past life and asked if she had ever told me who she thought I had been.
I’ve been inside Mag’s more than I can count, but I never really talked to the owner aside from exchanging change, special ordering herbs, etc. We’ve never talked about past lives. Don’t get me wrong, I may be a bad pagan, but I do believe in reincarnation so on the scale of crazy, this particular one did not strike too high, though.. Mary Magdalene? After relating the lack of extent to Mag conversations, this guy seemed to relax and bade me to keep it that way. The two stores are rivals, so I thought that he was being just that.
Boy was I wrong. When I went to Mag’s the store was empty except for the owner. And me. I promptly collected the things I needed and walked to the register, no dawdling. Before I even had a chance to put my things on the counter, I got a full burst of crazy directly in the face. Time seemed to slow down, my soul gasped for air. Not only did she divulge to me that she was psychic, but that Christianity was founded by women, the swine flu vaccine is fatal, and an 18 year old Great Dane told her that eating peas and drinking distilled water would cure him of renal disease. I naturally couldn’t help commending her on the age of a breed that is considered ancient at the age of 8. So. As I left the store, I couldn’t stop thinking that it wouldn’t take a psychic to read my horrified face. All I wanted was some local honey!
I’ve spent the rest of the day contemplating people and religion. We fuck it up every time. I’ll be honest. I don’t care who you do or do not pray to, what you do or not believe in, just keep it to yourself and live your life with honour and respect for yourself and others. Why can’t we all just get along?
But then again, maybe religion was created in mind for population control..