You belong to the gods. Christians belong to Christ, but you, you may think yourself non Christian, but you really belong to one of the old ones. You belong, and membership has its privileges.

Lucky you. You don’t have to put up with Christian missionaries beating at your door, pushing Bible papers at you. There won’t be a Bible in your motel bedroom, either. And Christianity is freely mocked on television. You can direct hatred at members of a religious group, the Christians. These are you privileges. That is a lot of value, that would be very expensive to acquire at retail prices. What a great package deal you have made, already. You have already made a contract.

What of your obligations? Which pagan god do you serve, by default? Do not tell me you are not going to play. Are you a Christian? No, you are not. Do you actually go to church, at least weekly? Attend meetings and events, read scripture, and participate in prayer. I doubt it. You are not a Christian. But you are not going to Hell. Going to Hell after you die ended with multi-culturalism. So, you tasty sheep, free of the tyranny of the good shepherd, what god now speaks for you? One has been assigned.

When you speak the language of dreams (even with a Jungian accent), then the casual accessories of life become buring villages in the wars between the gods. Poseidon does not much like Athene. There is an old grudge between Apollo and Mercury. Gaia brings about Global War when she changes lovers. River gods mistrust satyrs. Which faction do you belong to? If you were at the siege of Troy, which side would you be on?

It is never good to be without a transit guide to the battle field. You may not be an Ostrogoth, but your neighbors are. Some are something non Christian. They might not be Ostrogoths. What might they be? Lombards? Franks? Burgundians? Maybe a modernized post Christian Pagan sort of community, host, or horde. Not maybe, actually. A certainty. You wake up to find yourself in a post Christian pagan society; and the pagans do not know it. It is a zen post Christian pagan society.

If you still believe that Canada is a Christian country, go here (*).

Oh, here is the poem that relates to this post. It expresses diversity * .

We call your wolves
And call your spear
We call all twelve
Down from heaven to us here.

Above all we call You.
Now comes the wild hunt,
Now let the horn resound,
No lament for the dead.

The enemy has already fallen
Before the morning breaks.

The prey has no name,
The enemy no face,
The carcass has no seed,
Righteous is the court of justice.

The harvest is past,
The chaff is daily sold,
The ravens now demand
The portion they are due.

The hunt has begun:
Now, Lord, your salvation
sustains us!

How warming. Like holding your hands out to a fire. Is this poem in honor of the god you are now obligated to serve, you diversity swallowing, multi-cultural stroking, post Christian Pagan Canadian? Regardless if you serve Wolf, Goat, Boar, or Crocodile, your new supernatural master will let you know.

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