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Some articles just leave you wondering why... why... well, I'm not even sure why what, exactly, just why. For instance: A bunch of people had a 'Fairy Congress' in Twisp, Washington on the summer solstice.
Now, I'm still pretty pantheist in my atheistic sort of way (...that make sense to me, though I suspect it may possibly be nonsense to the rest of the world - suffice to say that I never really thought of god as god when I believed in a god, so much as believing in the universe and the inherent holiness / awesomeness (in the oldest sense of the word) of life, so not calling it a deity any more doesn't do a lot to change the way I think about things) and I've always had a strong affection and affinity for the old stories of the Good Folk and so on. However.
After I got over giggling my head off about the mental image of a bunch of aging hippies dancing in fairy wings up in the mountains of my fair state, I suffered one of those moments that I've always felt marked out pagans who were in it for the cool 'magick' and gothy emo-ness of it all from the ones who, you know, had actually bothered to read a bit of mythology at some point.
'Good lord,' I thought - 'If those people really believed in fairies and knew what they were talking about in regards to fairy-lore... they would know that all of that was a fantastically bad idea.'
Since no one appears to have been transformed or stolen away, I think we, sadly, must mark this down as proof that the Good People either never existed, have left, or... never lived in Washington State to begin with? *Sigh*
Now, I'm still pretty pantheist in my atheistic sort of way (...that make sense to me, though I suspect it may possibly be nonsense to the rest of the world - suffice to say that I never really thought of god as god when I believed in a god, so much as believing in the universe and the inherent holiness / awesomeness (in the oldest sense of the word) of life, so not calling it a deity any more doesn't do a lot to change the way I think about things) and I've always had a strong affection and affinity for the old stories of the Good Folk and so on. However.
After I got over giggling my head off about the mental image of a bunch of aging hippies dancing in fairy wings up in the mountains of my fair state, I suffered one of those moments that I've always felt marked out pagans who were in it for the cool 'magick' and gothy emo-ness of it all from the ones who, you know, had actually bothered to read a bit of mythology at some point.
'Good lord,' I thought - 'If those people really believed in fairies and knew what they were talking about in regards to fairy-lore... they would know that all of that was a fantastically bad idea.'
Since no one appears to have been transformed or stolen away, I think we, sadly, must mark this down as proof that the Good People either never existed, have left, or... never lived in Washington State to begin with? *Sigh*
