Pagan Explorations continued. (Part 6)  Cuthbert Clutterbutt, Pagan explorer.

         At last I felt that not only had I found proof of the existence of these mythical East Anglian people I had      searched for, but I had also been excepted (I think?) by a group of them that are not only open about their beliefs, but willing to share them with me.

         It began to feel as if I had finally found my place in the cycle of life, the pagan community (some don’t like being called pagan, they say it’s a non-descript description?) and nature itself.

         Some of those within this strange mix of people, were more than willing to explain and share their spiritual beliefs, and answer my questions, others seemed a little confused or uncertain about what they believed, or may be they just didn’t want to share it with me? But that is their choice; I have no right or desire to intrude where I am not wanted or make people look at things they would rather not see.

         In general this ever growing group of people were amazing, I had never thought it possible to find such a wide variety of beliefs within such a small area, and to have them except each other and their beliefs in such a manner of supportive friendship seemed almost beyond belief, if only governments around the world could foster a similar community spirit within their respective peoples and between each other.

         This international, cultural and social mix contained Fenland dwellers (they need to be seen rather than    described?) colonials visiting their home land J, members of  other cultures that only came to see if the stories they heard about the British were true (and then stayed) and possibly the odd alien or two.

         Add to this the odd person that is really a big softy pretending to be “hard” and the odd potential “wild beast”trying really hard to be a “fluffy bunny” just makes the whole thing more enjoyable.

        Over the next few years I was invited along to talks, parties and rituals. I became involved in discussions on the possibilities and practicalities of finding and following your own personal path, a topic that had become more important to me as the years had passed.

       All of these things I found to be fascinating, enlightening, informative and eye opening, they made me aware of similarities between religions old and new, similarities between ancient cultures and beliefs, some thousands of years old that seem worlds apart, and for some reason (of which I am unsure) alcohol seems to play an important part in all of this, especially a drink called “mead”?

       I have recently been told that each summer this happy circle of friends make an annual pilgrimage to the coast (possibly to commune with their God’s and meditate) and I have been invited to join them during this time of peaceful reflection. I dare not ask if there would be an initiation ritual, or what it may entail in case they withdrew the offer, I feel as if this may be an insight into the “inner circle” and its “magical” activities and do not want to do any thing that may jeopardize my participation, and the experiences I may have. 

       So if I am permitted and able to do so, I will recount some of the activities from this pilgrimage in the next part of my journal.