Adventures of a Non-Deist, or, Why I Don’t “Believe” in the Gods

I was raised Catholic. Not very strictly, but enough to carry away a profound sense of discomfort with anything remotely connected to religion. I did kind of enjoy the music and chanting and stories and pageantry of mass, but of course in later life I understood it was a love of ritual, not a love of Catholic liturgy. I was also raised in a a family fairly in touch with nature: we hunted and fished and grew and gathered much of our own food. So when I discovered neo-paganism in graduate school, I mainly related to the environmental activism and the nature worship components. In fact, until I found out there were witches and pagans in the contemporary world, I basically considered myself an atheist. As I moved in circles of pagans and encountered more and more witches, “Wiccans” and others who followed some form of nature spirituality, I understood many of them worshipped the gods, or, in some cases, mainly the Goddess.

I played along, you know. But none of this ever really felt right to me.

Over the years, as I began to identify as a neo-pagan witch, I met other witches who worhsipped god and goddess, as you do, but also, I met a number of folks in these circles who were not primarily god and goddess-worshippers, some of whom called themselves “non-deists”: a clunky word, but one that seems to sum up how I feel. Gods help me, I even referred to myself for years as a “non-deist shamanic witch” (shamanic being a term used to loosely refer to using slightly altered states of consciousness brought on by various activities like drumming or dancing to encounter visions and insights).

Nowadays, I just call myself a witch. Yeah, no upper case letters for me, people. The only reason I use a capital “w” for “Wicca” or “Wiccan” is that these words were kind of invented by Gardner to refer to what a lot of us do now, which, for all intents and purposes, is kind of a religion. Or, at least, a fairly organized and solidified set of beliefs and practices.

I call on various gods and goddesses in ritual. I invoke them in the four quarters, I have statues of them on my altars and images of them on my walls. But, and this is a bit hard to explain, I don’t actually worship them. I find them to be useful archetypes (ah, there’s that word you were waiting for me to use) and forms of inspiration. I like to focus on their characteristics and narratives to try and bring about change in my life: identifying with Pomona to bring abundance, for example, or Artemis to find peace in solitude, or Herne to connect with the wilder unspoken aspects of nature. I give them places of honor and look at them and think about them. But I do not worship them.

So what do I do? I spend time in orchards and meadows and beneath the stars and moon, breathing in the perfumes of the woods, looking for fairy lights in the twilight mist, and delighting in birdsong and finding peace in the sound of rain dripping from the trees. I open myself to the awesome power of the sun and the wind and the trees and the stars, the lessons of the hummingbird and the horse and the horned owl. All of these experiences and a myriad others make me think of the worldviews of my ancestors (for mainly I identify with western European lore and myth, Greco-Roman and Celtic), the emotions they felt encountering the beauty and mystery of the natural world. I know they saw these things as gods, or as embodiments or dwelling places of gods. And this understanding comforts and intrigues me. But I do not share this belief. Even as I write rituals, crafting them from poetry I gather from a plethora of writers or that I create myself, even as I describe the attributes of these deities and write passionate paeans to them, I do not think of what I do as worshipping these figures. I think the most accurate way to describe it is to say that I engage with the energy and imagery of these deities: I take part in their mythology, their ancient story, which has been reborn around the world.

I was talking with friends once about a time in my life when I was having unsettling thoughts about death. One of them said he didn’t even think about it, that when you die you “lie in the arms of the the Goddess.” I understand this to be a deeply comforting thought for some, and certainly a powerfully beautiful image. But I simply don’t believe it, and can’t really envision it on any sort of imaginative or cognitive level. Maybe it is simply too close to my experiences as a child and adolescent, when I was asked to believe in a god I thought cruel, capricious and bigoted. (Of course I later understood the Church was the problem, not God.) Maybe my inability to conceive of  worshipping godforms makes it impossible for me to find any abiding comfort in what awaits me after death. Returning to the earth is as much comfort as I am willing to allow myself, immersing myself in the Eternal Return, and I am okay with that. I still fear death, but not eternity. Because it seems to me that all life is somehow eternal and cyclical; even as we watch what humans have wrought in our short time on the Earth, we see that this great organism is enormously adaptable and reliably predictable.

The question, I suppose, is: Am I a “real” pagan if I do not worship the gods? Or am I just some sad dreamy neo-hippie who enjoys gardening and fantasy literature?

I deeply respect those who follow earth-based paths that encourage a deep connection to deity. And I don’t question their devotion or beliefs, nor do I think my path is superior to theirs in any way. If anything, I feel a tinge of envy for those who can give this part of themselves freely, whose hearts and souls are open to mysteries I only seem to experience in my mind and body. But I also feel that my imaginative entanglement with the world of nature and spirit is as close to religion as I am likely to come in this life, and that it has been enormously rewarding, and that, on my saddest and most wearying days, my commitment to this path keeps me balanced and content.

 

  • http://endlesserring.wordpress.com/ Treeshrew

    This is simply brilliant! I’m something of a non-theistic druid myself, and I completely get the idea of seeing the gods as symbols and metaphors without worshipping them. I have come across a small minority of pagans who would say that without belief in the gods ‘ur doin it rong’ but I think the majority are happy to have room for a non-theist voice in the marketplace of ideas.

    If anyone asks me what I ‘worship’ I would simply say ‘nature’.

    • Peg Aloi

      Yes, treeshrew, nature is generally the most highly regarded aspect of my life…thanks!

      • Nicole Youngman

        Ditto to both of you. Thanks Peg, I think you read my mind before writing that. :)

        • Peg Aloi

          You’re welcome, thanks for reading and feel free to share!

    • simonjadis

      Yes! I am a firm polytheist myself (I’ll admit to wincing at words like “symbols” and “archetypes” in this context), but non-theistic Pagans from many paths are absolutely Pagans. I mean, my practices are already different from a Heathen’s, or a Kemetic Pagan’s, or a Wiccan’s, or a practitioner of Shinto. Paganism, if oversimplified, is the spiritual reverence of Nature (and not in the context of the Abrahamic faiths). So you absolutely sound like a Pagan to me. ^_^ (Not that you or anyone else needs my approval)

  • violetthyme

    Lovely post. I’ve been on metaphoric fencepost on this but of late I find myself echoing your thoughts as well.

    • Peg Aloi

      Thank you violet thyme!

  • simonjadis

    Though I was initially hesitant to say it, I will admit that a non-deistic Pagan is still a Pagan provided that there is still a reverence for Nature and the spiritual. I might say that a non-deist is a different “denomination” than those (like many Wiccans) who believe that the Gods are various aspects of the same pair of Gods, who are again different from those of us Pagans who are hard polytheists. But Paganism does not really have denominations in the same way that a few other faiths do, so yes — the “Pagan” label is appropriate for all of us. We’ll disagree (strongly) and our religious practices will vary.

    There are Christians who do not believe various key elements of the Jesus narrative (from immaculate conception through the death/resurrection story). And that’s within an organized religion. Paganism allows for a great deal more diversity of belief.

  • annrein

    I don’t consider myself a witch, but your description above about nature, the garden, and coming from a catholic background ring true for me. I am a natural pantheist, nature is my church. What I consider god-like is the universal life force that courses through all of us, all of the planet, all of the universe. My spirit, my soul, is tied to the earth now, and will be dispersed throughout the life force of the universe when this body is done. Sometimes I’m actually at peace with that ;)

  • Anthony Rae Vyncent Loren

    I often find myself communing with what I call The One; to me all matter and energy, both physical and spiritual, is summed up in this all-encompassing entity, though I see it as more of a conglomeration of all, like a universal-consciousness-meets-the physical-universe sort of thing, and less of an all-powerful all-knowing deity.

  • ChristopherBlackwell

    Why even worry about it? So you have your way of being and I have my way of being and both are different. Is one right or one wrong, or is this left over Christian Baggage of “Am I doing it the right way?” Is there a right way? Who says so and on what authority? Just be and do what fits you and not worry about it. I have no plans of changing you and you have no plans of changing me, so who are we both bothering by doing our own way?

  • Pagan Witch

    A very interesting view. I have written recently about how I don’t believe in the Gods – but from a different perspective in that those I have experienced on such a deeply profound level make believing in them impossible. It would be like believing in the chair I am sitting in. I don’t need to believe because I know. However, I don’t worship any of them. And they don’t ask it of me.

  • John H Halstead

    This was beautiful. My own beliefs are very similar. Thank you for sharing yourself.

  • PegAloi

    Thank you Sabina!

  • http://spinningofthewheel.wordpress.com/ Áine Órga

    I’m delighted to be stumbling on your blog, even if I’m a little late coming to this beautifully written post. I identify so deeply with everything you’re saying here. Looking forward to following your blog in the future!

    • PegAloi

      Welcome Aine!

  • PegAloi

    Your explanation of these two terms is actually rather confusing, so it’s difficult to take your recommendation to heart to define them “correctly.”

  • http://www.patheos.com/blogs/allergicpagan/ John H Halstead

    Peg, can I republish this at HumanisticPaganism.com?


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