Have you ever noticed what stimulating conversationalists "professional" people are? When a lawyer, or a minor finance manager goes to the "whine bar" at night what do they talk about? WORK. (If they can get out of work early enough to catch “last orders”). Heathens/Pagans etc, people they would call "hippys", (having NO idea what a hippy was, or is) do not bore other people with stock market figures, mortgage rates, and selling dodgy second hand Porsches etc. We talk about the intellectual radio programmes we have heard, or the conversations we have had with people on the way to our favourite ritual grove, or whatever. We meet a much greater cross section of society than most collar and tie strangled workers. We are not in cocoons; we know what life is about. Its us who loose fingers, or arms, in machines, or fishing net winches, shoot Argentineans, get shot at by Argentineans, and British helicopters. We spend all day listening to the radio, reading news papers, going to the library, visiting art exhibitions and museums, meeting different people with different experiences and views. When was the last time a hospital manager, bank clerk, stock broker, etc, did any of the above? When was the last time a bank manager, oraccountant ever socialised with people who are not in the same "class" of business or career? Don’t drive the same type of car, are not in the same free masons lodge, or don’t live in the "right" neighbourhood, not called Dursley? (see “Harry Potter).
In the last twenty-five years I have drunk and lived among total alcoholics, partied with the hierarchy of the Scottish communist party (ok. Ok. I'll give you that one. How does a Communist party have a hierarchy?), and attended freemasons lodges, as a brother. I have lived in a caravan in Glencoe, lived in a reasonable part of Cheshire, a rough, in a Scottish way, council scheme near Edinburgh with no gas or electric, and a middle class area of Berlin. Been a police officer in Liverpool, been a Military policeman, spent fifteen years, on and off, at sea, worked as a kitchen porter all over U.K. and Germany, how? Because I am not one of these pathetic "wage slaves" tied to the apron strings of a "socially acceptable life style". I am prepared to move, experience and learn. I assure you, I have more to talk about than “What happened in the office”, or “The great tea trolley disaster of 98”, (When the tea lady put a spoon of sugar too many in the urn and caused consternation among the office staff for, hmmm, hours(?)). Also I would not go near Spain, let alone bring back a straw donkey, Bull fight poster with my, or any one else’s name on, or a plastic clock work singing jesus for the dash board of my car. In fact I would not have a car. Motorcycle, Old army truck may be, but there is one thing wrong with cars, they are driven by the same blind, boring, idiots that leave shopping trolleys all over the super market aisles whilst they are away searching for the comic shelf, or something, who rush blindly around the shop not caring that their trolley is causing general havoc, death and destruction, because “I have an important call on my mobile”. These are same idiots in thier coats and thier ties, think thier free to drink martini and watch the sunrise. Thinking they are free, terrified to be seen leaving the office half a second before the boss.
(Then we are expected to trust them with a couple of tons of metal with an engine!? Do not forget, these idiots are supposed to be “professional” and we trust them with the country! Frightening isn’t it?).
"Shamans do not ask for your sympathy for our plight. On the contrary, how boring your life is to us".
I think that quote could go for Heathens/Pagans in general.