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First do no harm...

This is the Witches' creed (I think it may also be the doctors' creed - I hope I'm not confusing the two)...

I get the irrates when I see someone I *KNOW* to have gone out of their way to make people's lives miserable (many families in fact, causing much stress and ill-health), tout themselves as a Pagan and even talk about Paganism in the same sentence at Occultism... The Occult is quite a world away from Paganism, let's just get that clear here and now... The only people who seriously believe that Paganism has anything whatsoever to do with Satanism or non-Godly practice are followers of the Abrahamic religions (Jews, Christians and Muslims)...

This same person was spouting rubbish that Fae are dangerous and should be avoided. Fae are no more dangerous than black people, men, or Muslims (I'm trying to point out that calling a whole sub-group of people/beings dangerous is prejudice - I'm not having a go at people of darker complexion, men or Muslims)... That is just Fae-ist!!!

This person obviously just doesn't understand Fae humour - poor thing...

Imcomprehensible rant over...

Comments

Bin Mitch's Mum said…
I have no idea what you are talking about ;) but intolerance, judgment and crapping on about things you know absolutely nothing about are all pet peeves of mine, so I hear ya!!
HipbubbyMama said…
What do you mean by "Fae"? Do you mean "Faeries"? Ummmm..okaaaaaay then ;-)
Sif said…
ROFL, yeah I mean Faeies :D... Sorry for being cryptic, just needing to get that vent out but didn't want to go into details here - the web has ears...

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