Being a pagan from the UK, a witch enjoying the hospitality of what is essencially a Wiccan website, I wonder if:
A) this is a US(A) wiccan thing?
B) this is a Patriarchy thing?
C) This is an (opposition) Christianity thing?
D) This is a variation of all of the above.
We can spend too long enmeshed in (and embittered) by old systems instead of forging and creating new ones or persuing the guiding light that is balance; equality in all things. It's a state that can only exist from inclusion not exclusion; cast someone as the villain and that is the role they shall play.
However, it certainly doesn't feel like the pagan god is under represented this side of the pond
... however we feel far away from any oppressive fundamental religions.
Goddess and god [as a duality].
Words. It's like masculine and feminine not strictly meaning male and female - not literal - being coorespondances, like yin and yang, not the actual things themselves.
It's a duality: The Goddess (big G) being the whole, the soul, the macrocosm, the energy, a fluid medium of connected changing aspects, being greater then her individual parts, being the undying essence flowing through all of them.
The god (the consort, small g) being the individual, the spirit, the microcosm, the structure, every individual living thing, branching like a hand out stretching, the god that lives, loves, dies and rises again. The hunter and the hunted.
A duality and a whole: a paradox aligned, not a struggle but a dance.
If you live life, if you as a pagan follow the Goddess, you also follow her god - whether you choose to recognise him or not. The god is in you; when you see the Goddess she sees you. You are her consort. Everytime you praise and revere a perceived delightful nuance in the smallest aspect of something in the soul of creation you revere the life giver, the champion of life, the consort of the Goddess AND the Goddess herself. The two things are indivisible: they are the same things seen from different perspectives.
If you cannot find it within you, you will never find it without you.
Have you seen Jack-In-The-Green?
With his long tail hanging down.
He quietly sits under every tree
in the folds of his velvet gown.
He drinks from the empty acorn cup
the dew that dawn sweetly bestows.
And taps his cane upon the ground
signals the snowdrops it's time to grow.
It's no fun being Jack-In-The-Green
no place to dance, no time for song.
He wears the colours of the summer soldier
carries the green flag all the winter long.
Jack, do you never sleep?
Does the green still run deep in your heart?
Or will these changing times,
keep us apart?
Well, I don't think so
I saw some grass growing through the pavements today.
The rowan, the oak and the holly tree
are the charges left for you to groom.
Each blade of grass whispers Jack-In-The-Green.
Oh Jack, please help me through my winter's night.
And we are the berries on the holly tree.
Oh, the mistlethrush is coming.
Jack, put out the light.
- Jack-in-the-Green (Ian Anderson)