After learning about animal and plant totems, astral and dream travel/healing, and general communion with nature (which I had always felt was natural anyway) from the shamanic path, I moved on to modern Wicca.

Now this was probably around 1992-3, before Silver Ravenwolf came out with her "teen witch" series, so I was reading classic works by Gardener, the Farrars, some Cunningham, etc. Although they fascinated me, that was all they ever were--interesting reading. I never truly felt a connection with any of these authors/Witches nor with their rules and extensive ritual practices.

Anyway, I felt confused for a long while. I knew I had the soul of a witch in me, but since these were all the "witches" I knew, I again felt like I was floundering in the religious realm. I had a spiritual calling, but could never identify it.

My present journey began during a high school summer vacation. I was in my parents' bed all tucked away, not feeling well, probably feverish. I fell slightly asleep and had a dream of a beautiful woman. She was more powerful and energised and radiant than any earthly being I'd ever envisioned or met. She joined me in my dream, where I was camping at the edge of a wood, and proceeded to seduce me. It was beautiful and She was the most loving being I had ever encountered. It took me a while to figure out who She was; I had forgotten about the dream while I was recovering from the illness.

Later, I began to remember all the hints I had been given (mainly in dreams) throughout my life which I could not explain, until She finally revealed Herself to me.

On to the Revelation...

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