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Spells in the cells.

Posted by Big John on May 12, 2008

I see that there are around 300 Pagans serving sentences in British prisons at the moment who, according to the rules, have the same rights as the followers of other religions. They are allowed to have in their cells hoodless robes, rune stones and twigs to be used as magic wands. Pagan chaplains (No I’m not making this up) can offer bedside healing rituals, meditation and special prayers to sick prisoners and may also bring in healing stones and small statues of gods and goddesses to place beside the prisoners’ beds. 

This latest example of religious tolerance reminds me of when I was training at an RAF camp in the late 50’s where it was the rule that all recruits attended church parade every Sunday. That is if you were a Christian and a member of one of the main churches in this country. Everyone else was classed as an ‘OD’ or ‘other denomination’ and did not have to parade.

Now in those days Muslims and Hindus were ‘a bit thin on the ground’ in the UK, and Buddhists were almost non-existent, except for one lad in my billet who shaved his head, sat cross-legged on his bed and claimed that he followed some old geezer called ‘Zen’. He was excused church parade (and eventually taken away) as were some others who claimed to be followers of various exotic eastern religions. There were also worshippers of Odin and Mithras and of course a few genuine agnostics and atheists.

Of course the NCO’s in charge of our training knew that most of the ‘OD’s’ were just ‘taking the piss’ in the hope that they would be able to spend Sunday morning in bed while everyone else was being marched off to church. Sadly this was not to be, and the alternative day of military ‘meditation’ arranged for them caused most of them to undergo a miraculous conversion to Christianity the following Sunday.

Now I’m sure that there are a few genuine wand wavers in jail, but I bet most are like those ‘OD’s’ and are  …

…      just piss taking ‘Pagans’.


3 Responses to “Spells in the cells.”

  1. I wish they were all “piss takers”. I could live with that. It’s the fact that most professing pagans actually believe the nonsense they spout that worries me. And it especially worries me that they pass this rubbish on to their children, thus perpetuating the chain of superstitious misinformation.

    Of course, what I say about “pagans” above is equally true of all other religious groups. I would hate pagans to suspect me of prejudice.

  2. Chris said

    Aw, John, are those ‘pagans’ starting to get on your Wicca?

  3. Ginnie said

    Yes, anything goes if it’s wrapped in the name of religion. Just imagine how amazing our world would be if we got rid of them all.

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