"So, I bought this to secretly wear while at church...your thoughts?"
I have three necklaces with small pentagrams, one simple, the others what you call "filigreed". i wear them to church and elsewhere. Sometimes they are seen and at other times aren't, depending on the outfit I'm wearing at that moment and whether or not it's prudent to do so since i am a pastor's wife. For the most part I don't give revealing them much thought because no one, other than those in our circle, seem to be aware. If others are or have been, it hasn't been brought to my attention. Frankly, i enjoy wearing them when i do, especially on Sunday to church, for any number of reasons, the primary one being doing so is a revelation of "my real me".
A worship point is also that time and or place where I take time to relate to the Dark Lord, be it a moment of silence and meditation, for some reason He comes to mind, suddenly I am confronted with an issue where i ask for help and guidance or even express frustration and even, for any number of reasons feel the need to pronounce anathema or damnation . . . I will sometimes sit silent and, taking the emblem between my fingers, have it out silently with His Wickedness, sometimes asking "Why me?" or sharing whatever frustrated or other feelings I am experiencing. It might be a quick praise or thanks. For example:
This last Sunday as i was speeding up to drive out of the church parking lot I found myself suddenly braking and skidding to a halt when one of the senior saints at our church climbed in her car and, without looking, the woman admitted later, simply suddenly seemed to floor the "gas' and suddenly backed out in front of me while i was driving, of all things, the huge "jive ass heap" Cadillac-my husband's pride and joy, loaded with visiting family. Midst Cousin Yodel Loudenclear's (who was sitting in the passenger seat) catching himself in the middle of exclaiming " . . . sonofabi.....", when the car stopped a few inches before t-boning (a term that was used that stands out) the other vehicle. I found myself clutching the necklace as I caught my breath and "came back to life". The shaken sister seemed to want to blame me at first. However, seeing the mob climbing out of the "heap" while recognizing I was the pastor's wife, no one blamed anyone and, during it all, I found myself fingering my filegreed pentagram thanking the Dark Lord. I was told later by the senior saint's daughter, who was in the car with her, the old girl peed all over the fabric of the front seat when it happened- she said she saw it when her mom was getting out of her vehicle. When the gray-haired matriarch emerged from her car her expression gave the impression she was full of piss and vinegar. After hearing what her daughter shared, it was only vinegar. Me? i was shaken but safe , fortunate and thankful. I admit, for a moment, my heart stopped . . . I thought all was lost. There were no airbags in the ancient hussy. The crowd in the car? They ended up jumbled up but I didn't look. The steering wheel is huge with one of those doorknob steering decorations you don't see on vehicles today. You dont look over the wheel but thru it. At least I do. My husband? When he was told what happened asked if "Flossie" (the affectionate name given to the automotive wench) was okay. He did ask before that if i was okay.
Worship points, returning to the topic, can be almost anything significant at the moment. I've quietly drawn a pentagram on a church bulletin during worship or other services or meetings, on napkins, the edges of programs, etc. I've had moments where i've drawn them in the dirt or sand when things Dark Lord come to mind. More than often I have drawn them in the water as i sit by the lake and elsewhere, Sure, they disappear. But I did so and my doing so awas because "it" was a moment between me and His Wickedness. Yes, i have a large pentagram painted on the floor of my inner sanctum where it's covered by a huge carpet scrap until I use it. But I don't have to be in that specific place in order to communicate or simply feel the Presence of His Wickedness. However, my altar space at home, such as it is, is primary. Still, whereever I am i know He is also and I way I worship, if the situation arises, is via whatever small, often not recognized by others, worship point I might elect to use. I have drawn one with my finger on a table in the condensation from an iced beverage.
While one wearing what most call witchery or satanic jewelry such as is seen above, they aren't necessarily revelations as to who I follow or who or what I am. Rather they are discreet worship points where, if but for a moment, we can feel and experience in whatever way it occurs, the relationship that we have which recognizes He is always "here" even when we feel we are alone.
Much more can be shared and i do have a tendency to go on and on. I will stop at this point, leaving one to '
Forgive the flaws in this effort. The illustration was sent by the follower along with the question.
