| I thought this might be helpful for people who are interested in Wicca or WitchCraft and also to express to others how I came to where I am today. I started having an interest in the "occult" at a young age. I would guess, six or seven although my first memory of anything that tangibly was "magick" wasn't until I was ten. I do remember feeling drawn to nature, the moon, and fairy stories, to the point where I would sit for hours trying to talk to trees, rocks, plants, etc. When I was ten years old, my mom took me with her to visit one of her friends. There was a woman at the house that I didn't know but she said that she want to "read my cards" (tarot cards). My mom was kind of skeptical to it, but then said it was ok. That was my first tangible experience with magick. When I was twelve I purchased a book about VooDoo from a local book store and began "dressing" candles and mixing herbs and incense. I never worked up the nerve to actually preform a ritual, but I did it in my brain a thousand times. I think what freaked my out about VooDoo was the use of Catholic Saints. When I was 13 I met girl who dressed in all black and said she was a witch. I, being young and naive, bought her stories, started wearing black and we worked my first candle magick rituals together, even though looking back, it was silly. (I think I wanted a pair of boots or something). After about a year of hanging around with her, I tired of the "gothic" dress and black lipstick was really not me, so I fell out of the phase as quickly as I fell into it. But my interest in Wicca and WitchCraft was sparked. I went to a bookstore and bought Starhawk's "The Spiral Dance" and devoured it a million times. I felt truely alive and connected for the first time in my life. I was a witch and I knew it with every fiber of my being. It wasn't the charms and spells, or the tools and altars. It was the faith in cycles, the revernce for nature, the love of all things, the peace, that I loved with all my heart and soul. It was the CHARGE. |
