Category: religion

Now, as you’ve probably all guessed, my extensive research isn’t limited to plants, crystals, spells, and things like that. In addition to those, I do extensive research into things like Buddhism, Druidism, and various other belief systems. While I think they all have an innate truth to them, there is one belief system and one deity that has inspired me like no other.

Gnosticism. Believed by many Christians to be the most heretical of heresy, Gnostics are believed to have believed (I say as so very little of their work remains intact, and we must often rely on outside commentators who did not think fondly of them) that the world is inherently, innately flawed. The world was not created by an innately benevolent God, but by a flawed, perhaps one would even call malicious Demiurge.

However, this is not all there is to it! The Gnostics believed there is one truly perfect entity somewhere out there. The Monad, The One, the perfection whose light engulfs all that is holy. Within this light, known as the Pleroma, existed various benevolent emanations of the One known as the Aeons. These Aeons were paired in male and female syzygies who complemented each other and are believed by many to have begotten each other. An example of a syzygy would be Zoe (”life”) and Logos (”word”). Duality is an important thing in Gnosticism, as it is in Taoism, but that’s a post for another time.

The outlier among the female Aeons was Sophia, “wisdom.” She was, in some respects, completely infatuated with The Monad. Some remark on how she tried to get so close to The One, she almost was absorbed back into them, and had to be saved by another Aeon who enforced boundaries between all things. Some texts seem to attest to her having an avid artistic side, which makes her role her all the more beautiful, in my opinion.

So infatuated was Sophia with The One and their light that, when she looked down into the abyss beyond the Pleroma and saw the reflection of The One’s light, she dove down to catch it, as if fetching a pearl from the dark waters. Upon entering the abyss, my research seems to suggest that by her mere presence, terrible entities (including the Demiurge) manifested, holding her hostage and tormenting her as they stole her light and power of creation, set to work truly terrible things in the darkness.

Yet Sophia could not be truly bested, and she regained her light and her power. She pitied the foul things that had come into existence because of her, and despite its terrible nature, she still loved the world they had created. She could not make this world perfect, but she could make it possible to live within. She could add beauty and goodness to temper death, disease, hunger, and all the things which make life so very, very hard. She could provide its residents all with a soul that could be saved when the world reached its conclusion, and she could bring those souls with her to the Pleroma when the time was right. She would not return a moment before that appointed time.

I believe that we see expressions of Sophia in various important goddesses, though perhaps not all of them. We see her in the Mother Goddess of the Earth, in Gaea and Pachimama and the like; indeed, one name I’ve become taken with is “Gaea Sophia.” We see her in Guan Yin, the Chinese “Mother of All Buddhas” who chose to turn back at the cusp of Nirvana because she heard all the world’s lamentations, and would not leave before she could save all of them. She is the Muse, as well, and she is the reason magic is possible, I believe.

I believe that Gaea Sophia has granted all things a soul. Not just humans, but crystals, plants, animals, the stars, everything. We all have a soul that’s connected to her own greater cosmic soul, and it is from this that the Power flows through all things. The Power is the capacity to use or be used for magic of any kind, and although it resides in some things more than others, it is indeed in all things.

And I believe that the Power truly is love. Gaea Sophia truly loved our messed-up world with every messed-up thing that inhabited it, and even if our perception of her is foggy, she gave us all the means to make things better with our time here. Magic, divination, the Law of Attraction… It’s all her love for us, and it’s why magic must be practiced with love.

Whether or not I’m right in all of this, it’s impossible to say. However, I think it’s plain to see that our world is imperfect, but also that it has an innate beauty and potential for goodness – no, greatness in all things. And when I see certain signs, or make a divination, or feel the uplifting rush of a successful spell, that’s all I need to know that everything’s going to be alright in the end.

When I was 4 years old I chose to be a Buddhist whos god was Mother Nature. I believed in magick, faeries, and mermaids. I spent most of my time reading fairytales and having tea parties with my cat, Skeeter.

As I grew up my connection with nature became stronger, I found myself forming bonds with the natural world. My intuitive self awakening every time I walked through the woods or sat in a garden. I wanted my hands deep into the earthy dirt, there was comfort in the wet coolness.

Each day my hands would be stained with colors of nature, a collage of wonders I found myself drawn to.

In high school I began practicing witchcraft, yoga, and crystal meditation. My mental health state needed something to balance it. I sought softness and light because I tended to wade between the shadows of my emotions.  I wanted to embody my soul and I knew that crafting personalized rituals would strengthen me. Give me that sense of bold confidence that I lacked, I no longer want to be in the colorless and lifeless realm of my body image disorder.

I knew that my spiritual self was my savior, I was my own healer.

Everything I believed in since I was 4 years old stayed with me, it became the foundation to my spirituality. It was an evolution of how I viewed the world, and imagination was the root to it all.

When it came to spiritual labels I found myself never being able to fit in, I was always a blend of cultural and religious beliefs. I found connection through story and deities to be so profound, that all religious became united. I knew that my feminist perspective influenced how I chose to worship.

Over the years I have gained a spiritual council: Tara, Mother Nature, Skeeter, and the Fae. They have become my divine caretakers, a circle of feminine energy. You can call it sisterhood or soul keepers, these guides hold my prayers and affirmations in the light of their creation.

I’m not ashamed of my practices because brave mysticism creates magic.

I still believe in faeries, mermaids, nature spirits, and spells. I hold magick, crystals, and herbalism close to my heart. I worship goddesses, wear malas, pray to the moon, and find my soul path in the stars. I choose to believe in what makes me happy, content, and brave. Because when I embody my intuitive self I am the closest to my truth.