"You Might be Pagan If..."

When you're sworn in in court, you bring your own grimoire. 

You've been seen talking to cats. They talk back. You 
understand what they're saying. 

When asked if you believe in God, you ask, "Which one?" 

You know what "widdershins" means. You apply it. 

You have an entire spice cabinet ... and you don't cook. 

You know that laurel and bay leaves are the same thing. 

You have a frequent buyer card at the local antique 
bookstore. The proprietor of said bookstore picks out 
anything to do with the Celts and saves it for you. 

You think Mercedes Lackey should be a cultural icon. 

You know that there are exceptions to the laws of 
physics. You've caused them. 

The first thing your guests say is, "My, that's a 
nice... altar ... you have there." 

On Halloween, you yell "Happy New Year!" at passers-by. 

You know that Christmas trees were originally pagan 
symbols. That's why you bought one. 

You have friends who say they are elves. You believe them. 

You commit blasphemy in the plural. 

Upon dying, your first thought is, "Darn it, not AGAIN." 
When you say "Mother Nature," you don't mean it in an 
anthropomorphic way. 

Gaia is NOT the lady on "Captain Planet". 

You think The Mists of Avalon should be a religious 
text. You use it as such. 

In Religion 100, you're disappointed because they didn't cover 
YOUR gods. 

You know that there is a right way and a wrong way to 
draw a pentacle. You can explain the difference. 

You've spent the last year and a half looking for a familiar. 

You talk to trees. They talk back. 

You know dragons and fae exist. You've seen them. 

Painting yourself blue, spiking your hair, and dancing 
naked around a bonfire sounds like large amounts of fun. 

You've seen "The Craft". You know where they were 
making stuff up in "The Craft". You have explained 
this to other people. You can do it better than they 
did it in "The Craft". You know it's a load of crap. 

You understand the symbolism behind a maypole. 

You've ever ended a phone call with "so mote it be." 

You think that "Scott Cunningham" is a household name... 

You feel that there is no such thing as having too many cats... 

The emergency calls you get at work are your teenagers 
wanting to know the whereabouts of the extra candles, 
incense or other misc. ritual items. 

Someone asks you what you are doing wandering around 
in the woods wearing a robe, and you answer 
cheerfully: "Going to church!" 

Your children go around telling people that "the Goddess loves 
you." 

You're reading this list. 

You understand what it's talking about.