Who is Buck Beggins?

Animated fire spirit with a smiling face sitting on burning logs inside a stone fireplace

As it turns out, Buck Beggins is a randomly generated persona created by the ghost in the shell. He was not exactly meant to be there, but sometimes the best characters wander in through the side door, sit by the fire, and refuse to leave.

So we may as well keep him around.

Buck brings a little whimsy to Unplugged Pagan: part fireside observer, part wandering commentator, part accidental house spirit of the blog. He is not here to replace the work, the ritual, or the reflection. He is here to remind us that even serious paths need a bit of mischief, laughter, and strange magic now and then.

Making Room for Questions, Care, and Community

Diverse adults sitting around a table in discussion during a community dialogue meeting

Note: This is a personal reflection offered in good faith. It is not an accusation, not a claim of wrongdoing, and not a statement against any individual, group, organization, or community space.

Hey there, my dear Unplugged Pagans.

This is a follow-up to my earlier post.

Yes, it generated some traffic. Yes, I understand that some people may have strong feelings about it. When people care deeply about a community, a place, a festival, a tradition, or a shared history, emotions can rise quickly.

I want to begin from a place of respect.

I am not insinuating wrongdoing. I am not accusing anyone of anything. I am not suggesting that any individual has acted improperly. I am not speaking from private conversations I have not had.

As I said before, I have not had discussions with anyone connected to that pagan space regarding these concerns.

What I shared was personal reflection. Personal concern. Personal opinion. Questions from a general perspective.

And I believe there is room for that.

Concern Can Come From Care

Sometimes concern is not an attack.

Sometimes concern is a sign that something still matters to us.

When we notice change in a community space, it does not mean we are against that space. It may mean we remember what it has meant to people. It may mean we are trying to understand where it is going. It may mean we are trying to hold memory, care, and hope at the same time.

That is where I am trying to stand.

I am not interested in tearing anything down. I am not interested in assigning blame. I am not interested in creating division for the sake of division.

I am interested in honest reflection, careful language, and the hope that community can make room for questions without immediately turning those questions into conflict.

Communication Under Load

One of the lessons I keep returning to from Standing on the Ledge, and from my work around communication and conflict management, is this:

When pressure rises, clarity matters.

Under pressure, people can hear concern as accusation. They can hear questions as judgment. They can hear reflection as attack.

That is why I want to slow this down and be clear.

I am asking questions from a place of care, not condemnation.

I am sharing concerns from a place of reflection, not accusation.

I am speaking as someone who values community, tradition, shared spaces, and the people who have helped build them.

Change Is Not Always Simple

From an organizational behaviour perspective, communities change over time.

Volunteer spaces can become more structured. Informal gatherings can develop formal systems. Festivals can grow, move, reorganize, professionalize, or take on new responsibilities.

None of that is automatically wrong.

Growth can be good. Structure can be useful. Leadership can be necessary. Change can help something survive.

At the same time, change can also feel complicated for people who remember earlier versions of a space. Some may feel excited. Some may feel uncertain. Some may feel nostalgic. Some may need time to understand what has shifted.

That does not make anyone the enemy.

It simply means people are processing change from different places.

Questions Can Strengthen Community

I believe healthy communities can hold thoughtful questions.

Not hostile questions. Not cruel questions. Not questions meant to wound.

But honest questions.

Questions about direction. Questions about belonging. Questions about memory. Questions about how change is communicated. Questions about how people remain connected as a space evolves.

Those questions do not have to weaken a community.

Handled well, they can strengthen it.

They can help people listen better. They can help clarify misunderstandings. They can help honour what came before while still making room for what comes next.

Why I Am Not Retracting the Previous Post

At this point, am I going to retract the previous post?

Most likely not.

Not because I want conflict. Not because I want anyone upset. Not because I believe anyone has done anything wrong.

I am not retracting it because it was my personal opinion and my personal reflection.

It was not an allegation. It was not a charge. It was not a statement of wrongdoing. It was not aimed at any individual.

It was a reflection on change, community, and concern.

People are allowed to disagree with me. People are allowed to see things differently. People are allowed to feel protective of the spaces they love.

I respect that.

My hope is that disagreement does not have to become hostility.

Standing on the Evidence, Not the Heat

One of the ideas from Standing on the Ledge that applies here is the difference between reacting from heat and returning to evidence.

The heat says, “People are upset, so everything must be broken.”

The evidence says, “What was actually said? What was not said? What can be clarified? What tone can be improved? What care can still be offered?”

So here is the clarification, offered plainly and respectfully:

I am not making accusations.

I am not insinuating wrongdoing.

I am not claiming private knowledge.

I am not asking anyone to take sides.

I am sharing personal concerns, personal observations, and general questions about community, change, communication, and belonging.

And I am doing my best to do that with care.

A Hopeful Way Forward

My hope is simple.

I hope we can care about community spaces without becoming afraid to ask questions.

I hope we can disagree without assuming the worst of one another.

I hope we can honour the people who built things, the people who maintain things, and the people who are trying to understand where things are going.

I hope we can remember that a community is not only a place or an event. It is also the way people speak to one another when things feel uncomfortable.

That is the ground I am trying to stand on.

With respect, care, and hope.

Thank you.

Godspeed.

The Earth Will Survive Us

Silhouette of a person dissolving into glowing particles with a sunset mountain landscape
CAUTION THIS POST MAY OFFEND SOME

There is something deeply uncomfortable about admitting that humanity is temporary.

Not metaphorically temporary.

Not politically temporary.

Not “we need to change our ways or things will get difficult” temporary.

I mean temporary in the older, colder, truer sense.

One day, human beings will be gone.

Maybe by our own hand. Maybe by disease. Maybe by climate, war, asteroid, famine, mutation, time, or some force we do not yet have a name for. Maybe not for thousands of years. Maybe not for millions.

But eventually?

Yes.

Eventually, we pass too.

Reader’s Moment

If that thought unsettles you, good.

It should.

Not because it is hopeless, but because it cuts through one of the deepest illusions modern humanity carries: the belief that we are permanent.

We build as if we are permanent.

We consume as if we are permanent.

We make plans as if history bends toward us forever.

Even our environmental language often carries the same arrogance.

We say we are going to save the Earth.

But are we?

Or are we trying to save the conditions that make human life comfortable, possible, and familiar?

That is not the same thing.

The Earth Is Not the Fragile One

The Earth has endured fire, ice, extinction, impact, flood, volcanic winters, shifting continents, poisoned atmospheres, and oceans that rose and fell long before anything resembling a human being stood upright and gave itself a name.

She has buried worlds before us.

She will bury ours too.

That is not cruelty.

That is time.

The Earth is not a glass ornament sitting on the edge of a shelf, waiting for humanity to catch it before it falls.

She is older than our prayers.

Older than our gods.

Older than our languages.

Older than our grief.

And if humanity vanished tomorrow, the wind would still move.

The rain would still fall.

The roots would still search downward.

The fungi would continue their quiet work.

Something would crawl, bloom, rot, adapt, and begin again.

Life may change shape, but the Earth does not require our permission to continue.

That Is the Revelation People Fear

I do not think people are only afraid of environmental collapse.

I think they are afraid of insignificance.

They are afraid of realizing that humanity may not be the main character of creation.

They are afraid of looking at the long story of this planet and seeing that we are recent.

A brief flame.

A loud animal.

A clever ape with tools, myths, machines, and a dangerous belief in its own importance.

That does not mean we are meaningless.

It means we are not eternal.

There is a difference.

The Problem With “Saving the Earth”

This is where I become cautious with some modern environmental thinking.

Not because I believe pollution is fine.

Not because I think forests should be stripped, rivers poisoned, animals erased, or every living thing turned into profit.

I do not believe that.

But I also do not believe every action taken under the banner of “saving the Earth” is automatically wise, balanced, or sacred.

Human beings have a bad habit of panicking in one direction after causing damage in another.

We create a problem through arrogance, then try to fix it with more arrogance.

We strip-mine in the name of green progress.

We industrialize our solutions.

We replace one form of extraction with another.

We call it sustainability because the slogan sounds cleaner than the machinery behind it.

That is not reverence.

That is rebranding.

A Pagan View of Extinction

From a pagan perspective, extinction is not unnatural.

That may be hard to hear.

But nature is not a museum.

Nature does not freeze every species in place because we find them beautiful, useful, symbolic, or emotionally comforting.

Things arise.

Things flourish.

Things decline.

Things vanish.

The leaf falls.

The body returns.

The bone becomes soil.

The old forest burns and something else grows where it stood.

This is not a failure of the sacred order.

This is the sacred order.

The mistake is believing humanity somehow stands outside that cycle.

We do not.

Humility, Not Hopelessness

Now, this does not mean we shrug and say, “Nothing matters.”

That is not wisdom.

That is laziness wearing a dark cloak.

The fact that humanity is temporary does not excuse carelessness.

A flower is temporary too.

So is a deer.

So is a fire.

So is a human life.

And yet we still tend the garden, feed the animals, honour the hearth, bury our dead, protect our children, and try not to poison the well we drink from.

Temporary things still matter.

Maybe they matter because they are temporary.

But we need to be honest about what we are protecting.

We are not saving the Earth.

We are trying to preserve a livable place for ourselves, our children, and the other beings currently sharing this age with us.

That is a worthy goal.

But it is not the same as pretending the planet cannot go on without us.

The Earth Does Not Need Our Ego

The Earth does not need our saviour complex.

She does not need our panic dressed up as virtue.

She does not need us to pretend every new technology is automatically salvation because someone placed a green label on it.

She does not need another priesthood of experts, corporations, politicians, and marketers telling ordinary people that salvation can be purchased in a newer, cleaner package.

What she may require from us, while we are here, is much simpler and much harder.

Restraint.

Humility.

Reverence.

Honesty.

The ability to say, “This helps us, but it still costs something.”

The ability to say, “This solution may not be as clean as we were told.”

The ability to say, “We are not gods. We are participants.”

The Old Lesson

The old ways never promised that human beings would last forever.

The old stories are full of endings.

Worlds burn.

Gods fall.

Winters come.

Kingdoms rot.

Heroes die.

Even the mighty are eventually taken back into the great turning.

That is not nihilism.

That is perspective.

To walk a pagan path is not to pretend nature is soft.

It is to know that nature is beautiful, brutal, generous, indifferent, intimate, and vast.

It feeds the lamb and the wolf.

It grows the healing herb and the poison berry.

It gives the harvest and the killing frost.

It gives birth, and it takes back.

Always.

So What Do We Do?

We live well while we are here.

We stop pretending our comfort is the centre of the universe.

We stop calling every human fear a planetary emergency.

We stop using “saving the Earth” as a way to avoid saying, “We are afraid of our own ending.”

We plant trees anyway.

We protect water anyway.

We waste less anyway.

We question easy answers anyway.

We resist greed anyway.

We honour the land anyway.

Not because we are immortal.

Not because we are saviours.

Not because the Earth will collapse into nothing without us.

But because relationship matters while it exists.

Because the hearth matters even though the fire eventually burns down.

Because the song matters even though the singer dies.

Because the path matters even though no one walks it forever.

The Hard Comfort

Humanity will pass.

That is not a curse.

That is the same law that governs leaf, bone, star, empire, forest, and flesh.

The Earth will survive us.

Perhaps changed by us.

Perhaps scarred by us.

Perhaps relieved of us.

But she will continue in some form, because continuation is what she has always done.

The question is not whether we can make ourselves eternal.

We cannot.

The question is whether, while we are here, we can become humble enough to live as kin instead of conquerors.

That may be the real spiritual work.

Not saving the Earth.

Saving ourselves from the illusion that we were ever outside her reach.

Godspeed, fellow walkers of the old paths.

From Lugh to Kevin: My Evolving Identity Story

Today, I was looking through some old autobiographical notes, trying to figure out when Lugh Sulian first appeared. Thanks to Facebook, I found the date: February 5, 2012. The story behind Lugh’s creation is interesting on its own. Back then, I was living with someone, and as our relationship was ending, I wanted a private online space where I could post without feeling watched. I spent a lot of time choosing the name: Lugh, after the Celtic god of war, and Sulian, for the Sun. That’s a bit funny, since my astrological sign is linked to the moon. There were other reasons for creating Lugh, too. I was getting more involved in the Pagan community and wanted to keep my public and private lives separate. Lugh became my identity in Pagan spaces, while I stayed Kevin in other parts of my life. When I needed a break from the Pagan world, I used the name Lugh; otherwise, I was Kevin. I lived as Lugh for quite a while. That chapter ended when that world fell apart, and I went back to being Kevin. Still, Kevin was always there when I needed him.

Around October 2018, I left a job I’d had for seven years and started moving away from the Pagan community. I began living a quieter, more private life. This was my second or maybe third big personal change. During that time, I called myself Lugh Sulian, the Unplugged Pagan. It took about a year to fully step away from my Pagan-focused life, and since then, I haven’t felt completely comfortable going back.

Thing on the To-Do list that never gets done

Daily writing prompt
Something on your “to-do list” that never gets done.

The one thing that never seems to get done, well there are many, but in the grand scheme of things they all roughly equal one thing, and that is take care of myself… all things seem to boil down to that.
Not getting baking done = not taking care of yourself
Not getting groceries done = not taking care of yourself
Not getting medication, medical assistance not doing the thinks on the list all boil down to not taking care of yourself

APA Format

What do you think about APA formatting? Do you think it adds to a paper or does the need for attention to form detract from the ability to demonstrate knowledge of a subject? I had one professor who was so hung up on formatting that he completely disregarded the content of what I wrote as a result. If it were not for doing well on the class quizzes, I would have failed simply because not enough emphasis is placed on demonstrated knowledge, which makes me wonder if there were people who spewed absolute garbage and managed to pass simply on the form?

Story of the Man Tree and Maple Syrup

Interesting things you find out I was looking at street names in a local town today and decided to look one up to see what it means and it lead me to an Anishinaabe story of the discovery of Maple Syrop. So I thought I might share that story here … The Original source may be found here https://zhaawanart.blogspot.com/2019/04/giigidowag-mitigoog-trees-speak-part-1.html



In the beginning when the world was still young, GICHI-MANIDOO, the Great Mystery, decided to make life easier for the Anishinaabeg, who were starving. One day a man stood at the lake gazing across when he heard a voice behind him. It was the spirit of the Man Tree who addressed him saying that the Great Mystery pitied the starving Anishinaabeg and that from now on the trees would gift them with their stories and nutritious sap. The voice gave the Anishinaabe inini at the lake instructions on how to tap the trees. The maple trees were full of thick, sweet syrup that dripped out easily when a branch was broken from the tree and the Anishinaabeg knew they would never have to grow hungry again after the hardships of winter.

One day, Wenabozho, the supernatural hero and friend of the People, decided to visit the Anishinaabeg, but they were not in the village. No one was hunting, fishing, or working in the fields. Finally he found them in a forest of man-trees, lying around on the ground, catching syrup in their open mouths from the dripping maples.

Wenabozho decided that after all the hardships in the past, life had become too convenient for his People; they would all grow fat and lazy because they would never had to work anymore. So he made a basket out of birch bark, filled it with water, went to the top of the man trees and poured the water down their trunks. Suddenly, the thick syrup turned thin and watery, just barely sweet. From now on, Wenabozho said, the Anishinaabeg will have to work for their syrup by collecting it in great amounts in a birch basket like mine, and then boil off the water by heating the sap with hot stones. In this way, people will appreciate their hard earned syrup. But Wenabozho made it so that maples only produced the sap during certain times of the year, at the end of winter, so the Anishinaabeg would spend the rest of the year working in the fields and hunting and catching fish. And this is how it has been ever since.

Lugh goes to School Part 2

Well as things are there is not much at a college level for online/distance-learning Sociology courses so I am branching out and taking an Introduction to Psychology course starting July 5th. At the university level, there are many sociology courses, however, it would seem that you must be part of an undergraduate or graduate course load. and quite frankly I do not have the time or the money to support that endeavor. So I shall keep plugging away at the college courses I find interesting.

WOOT!!! Update

I just received my grade on the following https://unplugged-pagan.com/2022/11/21/second-assignment-done

I received an A+ with the following commentary from the course instructor “Great work! Insightful and thoughtful connections to the course content.” Now just have to wait for the final exam mark, but I think we can say one and done!!!!

I was a little apprehensive about the topic of my first analysis as it had to do with a sensitive subject matter but relieved it was received well from an academic standpoint. and this puts me in the realm of a 3.67 GPA

Well instructor went ahead and marked the final exam, my finishing GPA for the course was 3.8, percentage-wise 85 percent or a letter grade of an A.

It will do donkey. it will do!