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It’s the last morning of the last day. I’m in my hotel room, waiting for the rest of the attendees to rise. I’m an early-morning Pagan, it seems. I’m in the minority of this minority.

Intentionally reflective blog posts can be a saccharine mess if you don’t watch yourself, so I’m choosing my words carefully. There is a temptation to speak about my experience of the Con as though it is indicative of all experiences of the Con, and that would be wrong. I could make statements that say, “PantheaCon is…” or “PantheaCon is like…”, and while that may be useful to some of my readership who has never attended this conference, it would inevitably be a little (or a lot) untrue, and completely one-sided.

The real truth of the matter is that being at Pantheacon provided me the space and opportunity to reconnect with the things that are meaningful to me. I have found myself remembering and affirming what it is about all of this messy, complicated, Pagan stuff that I love, and what it is about my messy, complicated heart that I love, too.

The heart is the only nation, we sang. Our voices lifted upward to the Morrígan, and we made an affirmation of our sovereignty. To be honest, I’m not sure I understand what sovereignty means in relationship to my own life, or how to make it so (how to do sovereignty, if you will). Twice it came up in ritual for me this weekend, and when I read John Beckett’s post on the Morrígan I saw the word repeated again.

This heart may be sovereign, but I also feel a deeper sense of my kinship to so many people after this weekend. My heart is not a nation with border patrol. My heart is a nation so big and so great that there is no need for fear of invasion. My heart/your heart/the heart is the only nation, and this truth is clearly something I need to sit with for a while. I’m considering tattooing the words on my flesh to make the reminder more permanent.

(I let out a sigh. I am acutely aware that the Con is ending for me. Even with my morning’s presentation on the Fellowship on the horizon, I can feel myself coming down from all of this. I peer into my memory of Friday, a day that is an epoch away from this moment, and all I remember was anticipation for something real; something visceral.

I was given that this weekend. No — I claimed that for myself this weekend.

It was, I suppose, an exercise of my sovereignty.)

I have a lot to unpack about PantheaCon and I’m not exactly sure when that process will begin. Rather than diving into the world of inquiries and examinations, blog posts and dialogues, I will be spending the remaining two weeks of the month immersed in music. Perhaps what has been born here will influence that process, or maybe the music making will inform my processing. I don’t know.

I do know that I feel changed again by all of this. The change is less like the overhaul that took place after last year’s PantheaCon, and more of a subtle shift; an awakening of a dormant awareness; a rekindling of a fire.

And that’s what these things are supposed to be, right? That’s the point. We gather together, and we make ourselves vulnerable enough to be changed, to be shifted, to have our awarenesses adjusted, vertebrae-like. We walk away a little taller, a little more firm in our bodies. We remember our names — all of our names — and we honor the parts of us that are, and possibly have always been, unnamed.

We honor — I honor — much as I leave this place. I honor you, those who read this blog and participate in the dialogues that take place here. I honor those who have opened their hearts up in ritual for my benefit. I honor those who inspired me to radical honesty in my life. I honor those who have listened with kindness and compassion as I sorted through the messy, complicated beauty of my innards.

And from this place of honor, this place of embodiment and sovereignty, I recognize that there is still much work to be done.

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  • http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001321892479 Kate Dennis

    It is your birthright to remember who you are, Teo. I am constantly finding parts of me floating up from the Place of Deep In-Dwelling.

  • Rory

    I’ve heard some Jungians use the term “sovereign” in reference to an active and healthy “king/queen” archetype as in Moore & Gillette’s 1991 book King, Warrior, Magician, Lover: Rediscovering the Archetypes of the Mature Masculine.

  • http://twitter.com/AngusMcMahan Angus McMahan

    Well said, Teo. Well said, indeed.

    • http://www.bishopinthegrove.com/ Teo Bishop

      Thanks, Angus.

      I’m not sure how we managed to miss out on any real time to get to know each other during Pantheacon, but it was delightful to see you in the hallways and conference rooms. :)

  • Safiyya Hawkwood

    Embrace your mess! You express your wading through it quite eloquently and I’m often left with a deeper sense of kinship. So thanks, Teo, for not being your messy self and helping me embrace my own mess as well!

  • Em

    I’ve also heard sovereignty described as owning Yourself, and defending your boundaries (physical, mental, etc) against those who don’t respect them.

  • http://homeoftheancestors.blogspot.com/ Julian Marcus

    “The real truth of the matter is that being at Pantheacon provided me the
    space and opportunity to reconnect with the things that are meaningful
    to me. I have found myself remembering and affirming what it is about
    all of this messy, complicated, Pagan stuff that I love, and what it is
    about my messy, complicated heart that I love, too.”

    You took the words straight out of my mouth. Thank you.

  • Soli

    I love seeing what people get out of each Pantheacon because there is such a spectrum. For me, there is change, and moving forward, and letting go, and coming back home. I too am still sorting it out.

    So glad I got to meet you even if we did not get to talk all that much. I hope your time the next two weeks blossoms into something amazing.