My path is an on-going learning process involving a lot of different directions. I’ve been known to refer to it as ‘a conglomeration’ or ‘the melting pot.’ More often than not, I’ll use the all-encompassing ‘eclectic.’ My favorite euphemism, and the most commonly used, would have to be ‘the spiritual turnpike.’ I think that, above all else, conveys the basic point of my belief system: it’s a long ass journey with hella stops on the way, but it is something and it is mine.
A few salient facts are…
- I am always still learning. As much as I’d like to believe otherwise, I don’t have all of the facts. This blog is the very evidence of that.
- I am intensely devoted to Sekhmet. She is the beginning, middle, and end of my practice. Our relationship has gone through a lot of ups and downs but she is, above all, the core.
- I have varying types of relationships with other netjeru: Hetheru, Djehuty, Mut, Geb, Heru-Wer, Anup, Set, Osiris.
- I do practice heka though probably not as often as I should.
- Divination is a part of my practice, but it is not a religious tool for me. It is primarily of a secular nature to me.
The point in this blog all those many years ago was to have a place to keep track of all the nuances and changes in my religious path. There have been a lot of changes and a lot of side roads as I’ve walked down this turnpike of mine. I have been hurt, I have been happy, I have been bitter, I have been in love, I have been a great many things. But above all, my path is ever-changing and fluid just as I, myself, am.
Now, I end this with words that are for more accurate than any I could choose.
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost