“Those f*cking guards!”
My Kemetic friend is furious. He's telling me about his dream-come-true, once in a lifetime trip to Egypt: finally he's able to be in the temples for which his soul has yearned for years.
But he couldn't worship there, he couldn't offer. The guards would intervene whenever they saw anything even vaguely religious occur.
Oh, the curse of the jealous religions.
Pagans, of course, have had such obstacles placed in our way for millennia.
Fortunately, there's a way around.
One of my favorite books as a kid was Ann Nolan Clark's 1953 Newberry Award-winning Secret of the Andes. Little did I know at the time how central it was to be in my career as a pagan-in-training.
Our hero is a young Peruvian boy whose family, since the Conquest, have been the secret guardians of the hidden treasure-cave of Atahualpa, the last Inca emperor. Before he can enter into knowledge of his family's secret responsibility, he must first undergo the Testing.
In one unforgettable scene, an old man stands facing East. In his heart and mind, he recites the ancient prayers of the ancestors that welcome golden Inti, the splendid Sun, back into his waiting world.
To the stray observer, though, remarks the narrator, he looks like nothing more than an old indio, standing by the side of the road.
This is the immemorial wisdom of the secret pagan: Let the enslavers think what they will. In our hearts and minds, we can be free.
Thus will the Old Ways live, until our freedom come again.