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Pagans and Prayer

A lot of people don’t understand who Pagans are or what we do in terms of prayer. As part of the A to Z blogger’s challenge, I decided to blog about Pagan Prayer for the letter P.

Pagans believe in many gods and goddesses. Many Pagans pay tribute and invoke deities connected to their ethnicity and heritage. Others like myself, who consider themselves eclectics, work with deities both connected to their ethnicity and their identity.

We are spiritual, and pay homage to spirits as well as deities. These spirits are generally of the earth but may also be creation beings who helped form the universe. I am particularly fond of the Australian Aboriginal creation beings of the dreamtime, for example. These creation ancestors are timeless. They were here in the beginning of time and continue to work their wonders to this day. Many different types of traditional indigenous people pay tribute to spirits. Some religions, such as Vodou and Shintoism, also pay homage to various spirits that help our lives and to those spirits that exist in nature.

                                                    (Stephanie Rose Bird - Pastel on Paper)

As a Pagan, I do pray. I do a combination of goddess/god prayers and invocations to an eclectic collection of deities. I also make earth prayers. I am partial to this Navaho Chant:

O you who dwell in the house made of the dawn,
In the house made of the evening twilight . . .
Where the dark mist curtains the doorway,
The path to which is on the rainbow . . .
I have made your sacrifice.
I have prepared a smoke for you.

My feet restore for me.
My limbs restore for me.
My body restore for me.
My mind restore for me.
My voice restore for me.

Today, take away your spell from me.
Away from me you have taken it.
Far Off from me you have taken it.

Happily I recover.
Happily my interior becomes cool.
Happily my eyes regain their power.
Happily my head becomes cool.
Happily my limbs regain their power.
Happily I hear again.
Happily for me the spell is taken off.

Happily I walk.
Impervious to pain, I walk.
Feeling light within, I walk . . .
In beauty I walk.
With beauty before me, I walk.
With beauty behind me, I walk.
With beauty below me, I walk.
With beauty all around me, I walk.

It is finished in beauty.
It is finished in beauty.
It is finished in beauty

-Navaho Chant


We are in Christian Holy Week but for Pagans our big observance for this season of renewal and the rising of the sun, was Ostara. Now Beltane is quickly approaching and there will be more merriment, prayers of various kinds, and celebration of the earth’s gifts, spring, and her promising yield, yet to come, of summer, and then fall’s maturing crops.

Comments

  1. I love this post. I think people see or heard the word pagan and they automatically have a negative thought or response. Thanks for posting this.

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  2. Candy, thank you! I really appreciate your feedback and am happy that you stopped by today.

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  3. Many people do misunderstand the Pagan and Wiccan religions. They are truly beautiful religions. The Navaho Chant is lovely!

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  4. Chrys, I'm so glad you enjoyed it! I really love the prayer your shared on your blog today for writers as well.

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  5. A Facebook page (not a to z affiliated) led me to your blog and I'm glad it did. I'm also an A to Z Challenge blogger. :)
    Great post!

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  6. Fantastic, Stephanie K. Glad you got here somehow. I will check out your posts that are a part of the challenge as well!

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