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Chesterton's Fence Repair Co.'s avatar

Yeah. I wish I believed in such things.

In my family we do magic sometimes. Tarot for clarity in decision-making. Sacrifices to local spirits when we need assistance making a change. (Spirits seem more approachable than gods.) Sometimes I call our dog the spirit of our house, because he has a brave, bullish personality that is different from any of the rest of us (but has qualities we need).

All of this is made up, of course — explicitly made up, by us. We’re children fumbling for explanations of adult things. I don’t have any particular tradition that tells me that there is a “house spirit” or a “city spirit” to pray to. We used to live in a house with trees and bushes in the front yard that attracted so many bees they HUMMED. I would go out sometimes and stand in front of the biggest tree and listen to the bees and feel… something. But I don’t have a tradition to tell me what.

(I should say — I have never once gotten the impression from any sort of modern “pagan” that they know, either. I always get the sense that they, too, are making it up as they go. I think religion, which literally means connection, can’t be separated from a cultural and physical environment. What worked a Viking village will not work for me. Or at least, it will not work the same. Though I freely admit there are still glimpses of power, as in your ring.)

It’s not real. It’s made up of little fragments of paganism and Catholicism and half-digested readings in anthropology and probably Star Trek and Clan of the Cave Bear, too. Still… it’s not a bad thing to do. There’s something about treating the world as though it’s alive, full of little bits of spirit and power that I am in relationship with, that puts me deeply at peace. That makes me feel respect and humility and connection, instead of anxiety and alienation and a desire to control.

It is all made up, on the fly, with no deep background to support it. I wish it were otherwise.

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Mari, the Happy Wanderer's avatar

This was such a beautiful, thought-provoking, and compassionate essay, Sarah. I was particularly struck by the idea that it is quite audacious of us to think a god would stoop to muddle around in our petty affairs. And yet we think that way all the time. (In my version, which comes straight from yoga classes, it’s sending good wishes into the universe, but same-same.)

I can be superstitious, and I have found that I’m most superstitious when I have the least power. On the day my son was waiting to hear whether he had gotten into his top-choice university, I went to the school library and organized all the Diary of a Wimpy Kid, Warriors, and Rick Riordan books. This was a big job! Those shelves are always a disaster. But I thought maybe if I took on this useful but thankless task, then karma would reward my son with an offer of admission. And when my daughter was waiting to hear whether she got early admission to her top-choice college, I visited the hippotherapy center next to her school on my way to pick her up, to see if my favorite pony, whom I call Emo Pony because of his dejected appearance, was there. Emo Pony is my good-luck charm. He wasn’t in the corral, but then as I turned into the school parking lot he and his rider crossed in front of my car. Whoo hoo! Luck! I thought.

Did these stratagems “work”? Yes and no. Yes, because my kids both did find out shortly after my superstitious activity that they did indeed get into their top choices. But of course no, because superstition is pretend, and organizing those shelves and looking at Emo Pony have no bearing on admissions decisions, obviously. At least those library shelves were organized for a couple of days before they reverted to their usual chaos.

Magic, tarot, witchcraft, and--let’s go ahead and be controversial--religion all give us a sense of control when we feel powerless. It is fascinating to me how intractable that human need is, and how many forms we’ve developed for meeting that need.

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