We went to see one of my favorite bands yesterday. I’ve been listening to them for at least ten years but have never been to any of their concerts. Since they were playing relatively close, I decided it was time to see them live and enjoy some of the holiday season festivities.
They play pagan inspired music spanning a history of 1500 years. The audience consisted of many people that enjoy paganism, Celtic culture, as well as wiccans etc. People from all walks of life and ages were there. This concert visit inspired me to write a few things about how we as humans tend to condemn things we don’t know, or aren’t even willing to learn about.
As my partner and I were discussing before the show started, he said ‘look, Satan is here also’. I didn’t really understand what he meant, but I assumed he was joking and talking about a few people dressed with animal horns as hats. Yes, that was a thing. Personally, I take these things with a sense of mystery and humor. Unless I see something distasteful, gory, or doing harm to others, I am assuming most just like the natural culture of the Celts, or medieval times, and like to get dressed up in costumes; who enjoy this style of music, the instruments and mysterious atmosphere, just like I do.
It doesn’t necessarily mean they worship the god of pan. And even if they do, I am not authorized to change their mind. I am not authorized to push my own ideology onto someone else, responsibility lies within the self.
I discovered some people sitting in front of us that were actually dressed with satanic pentagrams. So I guess my partner was right, Satan was present. At least in dress uniform. But let’s not be fooled by a few people who, with their garb, profess their allegiance to Satan. They were polite and didn’t push people in line, so they weren’t ‘acting badly’.
It is with actions towards others that true allegiance to Satan becomes known. Dressing the part, doesn’t automatically make one. Just as dressing the part of an innocent babe, isn’t automatically going to make one innocent.
While it’s true that thoughts become words, and words become action. We don’t really know what these people are thinking; only they themselves and God know. It is not in our authority to try and read anyone’s mind.
Let’s not be fooled, Satan (the spirit that comes to kill, steal and destroy) is always present. You could be in the most innocent of settings, and Satan will be lurking, waiting for a moment to destroy the peace. That is how ‘he’ rolls. That is how evil operates, not always by barging in and stomping on peace, but through everyday sneaky interventions of peaceful places. Through infiltration in a manner most peace-loving and truth-loving people would never condone, or think of deliberately doing themselves.
Destruction sneaks in, not only into places, but first into the mind, which in turn delivers action. Just being aware and taking responsibility for ourselves before we even consider admonishing others for their beliefs could help make this world a better place to live. The time and place to intervene is when we see harm or cruelty being done to another human or animals. That is when intervention is necessary. Not when people are enjoying peaceful community.
We are humans, made to live here. To learn about caring for others, giving and receiving love and compassion, and experiencing good clean joy.
Faun - Wenn wir uns wiedersehen / Von Den Elben
Wenn wir uns wiedersehen
Wenn wir uns wiedersehen
Werden die Wiesen blühen
Verjagt hat uns ein kalter Wind
Nicht sollen sich in Ehren
Ein Spielmann und ein Königskind
Auf dieser Welt gehören
Wenn wir uns wiedersehen
Werden die Wiesen blühen
In jenem grünen Tal
Dann werden wir verstehen
Dass nichts vergehen kann
Was einmal kostbar war
Denk an den Pfad im tiefen Wald
Auf den du mich geführet
Und wie du mich auf lichter Au
Mit deinem Lied berühret
Wenn wir uns wiedersehen
Werden die Wiesen blühen
In jenem grünen Tal
Dann werden wir verstehen
Dass nichts vergehen kann
Was einmal kostbar war
Nun trennt sich unser Weg
Im ersten Morgenlicht
Was immer vor uns liegt
Den Weg ins Tal finden wir zurück
Wenn wir uns wiedersehen
Wenn wir uns wiedersehen
Werden die Wiesen blühen
In jenem grünen Tal
Dann werden wir verstehen
Dass nichts vergehen kann
Was einmal kostbar war