(By Will Pierson, official POPE and founder of CedarLight Grove, ADF)
Being Wiccan or pagan or druid, has only a little to do with how much or what you’ve read, or whom you know. If you’re druid, you’re druid, and there’s little that can be done about that, except to learn the words that will allow you to speak of the things you know in the same language as other druids, or wiccans or pagans or whatever. CLG is only a little bit about teaching that which already lives inside you; we are mostly about learning ways to allow the druid or wiccan or pagan or whatever more room to grow freely.
Now that’s a real hard and tricky kind of question ;). Before you’ll be allowed to come, you’ll need to learn and demonstrate the ability the accomplish the three sacred things of being a druid in the light of the cedars.
(1) You’ll need to be able to find and to transport yourself to the sacred, mystical, secret sanctuary located at 5918 Edna Ave (just east of Harford Road at Glenmore, between Hamilton and Northern Parkway).
(2) You’ll need to, through consultation of many magical and mysterious signs, omens, personal oracles, and bus schedules, be able to select exactly the right moment (plus or minus an hour usually does it) to whisk your way through the druid mists and into the mythical realms of CedarLight sanctuary while the portals are open at the time most propitiously ordained by the remote and eternal celestial spheres, such as maybe 7 to 9 PM Thursdays for Lore Meetings (which are the more formal things we do) or 10am to 12 noon Sundays for Rites of Caffiena (which are the less formal and entirely social things we do). Or any other time that you see something that interests you posted to the Events Schedule.
(3) Lastly, and this can be the most difficult task of all, once you find yourself standing alone at the edge of some lonely and forgotten bit of sidewalk, with no place now to hide, and facing the mightily imposing edifice of CedarLight with its mystical green door slung half ajar and the glorious green and gold banners of Ar nDraiocht Fein flying overhead, you will have to still the anxious beating of your heart, suppress the really quite sane tendency to turn and run for your life, take a deep breath, and with great courage mount the foreboding front steps, pass through the gargantuan guardians sipping coffee, gossiping and smoking cigarettes on the porch, and no doubt chuckling and giggling in some insane and secret way, and pronounce the magical incantation that will finally open the sacred gates before you—–something like “Hi, where’s the coffee” usually does the trick ;).