Sometimes your gods don’t ever talk to you. Don’t let anybody tell you that that’s not normal, or that they’re better devotees or more religious or any of that horseshit. Your friends aren’t “more open” to the gods or anything like that. Your gods are not pissed at you. Silence from the gods is not an indicator of “something wrong” and if anyone tells you otherwise, they can fuck themselves with a pinecone.
This is the worst addiction to religious discussion since the Second Council of Nicaea. What the hell is the point of believing in personified dieties if you also believe they are always happy, never upset, and should constantly and consistently shower you with boons? What kind if millennial neopagan horseshit is this?
Me: “It’s completely normal if you don’t literally have audio and visual hallucinations of your gods like people in this community like to perport. It’s fine to have faith in your gods even if you’ve never received outward signs that they exist.”
You: “What kind of neopagan horseshit?”
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