I’ve never actually thought to share my coming of witch story. It’s not very different than Brett’s. When your life partners want to write a blog, I can’t say no to them. They invited me to join in the writing.

During my childhood, when I was around 6 or 7, my father had just left. My mother started taking me to VBSs in the area to keep me distracted. For a while, I actually enjoyed the church. I always got to watch the kids teacher play the piano every week. Music and art have always been the base of my soul. But it didn’t take long for me to see and question why “dedicated Christians” think they are above everyone else. It has never settled well with me. And they got an ego trip to make sure you knew ‘they were more godly”. Even at that age I told my mother I wanted to explore different beliefs. I asked to visit a satanic church and the all-inclusive churches. I wanted to see what is ACTUALLY out there. And going back younger I was always immersed in fantasy, mermaids, fairies, and dragons. Pocahontas was one of my all-time favorites. Because of this, I always believed that every rock, tree, and creature has a life. They also have a spirit and a name. I always knew there was something out there that was more genuine to life.    

So, coming into high school it didn’t surprise me that once I found Wicca and Paganism, I went full force. I discovered it because I had to pick a book for a book report in sophomore year. By chance, I chose “Marked” by P.C. and Kristin Cast. I received the book 2 Christmases prior. I had never looked at it because I was not a big reader. But I read all the available books. This included 7 out of 12 main books and 4 novellas. Then, I explored an alternate reality matching 4 book series in maybe a week and a half. Practically I read a book a day, which I have never done outside that series. They created a magical vampyre world. The paganism was lovely throughout. It featured proper rituals and morals. There was a relationship with the elements and the physical world. The connection with the Goddess was profound. It was everything I wanted in a spiritual path. We read beginner witchcraft books. I reached out to a family friend from my early childhood, Lisa. I wanted to ask her questions about her witchcraft. I knew about it because my mother HATED it. She was a good little Christian girl. All that was the devil’s work. She said I would go to hell and not be with them in the afterlife. The whole shebang. She even claimed my depression was from working with Lucifer. Even though we still have conversations, and she is such a pagan Christian, extremely save Mother Earth and animals. Our one friend had earlier asked if it was okay that we were friends because she wasn’t Christian. Her grandma taught her to be a witch. We started talking and hanging out more. We began building a relationship and got together. We all had our first ritual for a full moon right before a choir concert. How it went and how we felt sealed the deal and set us down this path.  I’ve never looked back.    

The person I am now is the person I wanted to be in high school and college. Now I want to keep climbing to new heights. All I wanted was to become a high priestess. I desired that link to the goddess and the ether beyond. To feel one with the Universe. Now my path is leading me to expanding my consciousness. I aim to become a beacon of light for the people around me. I am learning how to take in and accept everything. I am helping those I love to become more aware. I want them to take hold of their full potential. I want to do my part to help make it a little better here for humanity, for humanities sake.