Looking back now, it seems that Wicca has always
been a factor in my life. I always knew I was different than those around me.
The Catholism I was raised in never sat comfortably to me, and I questioned the
faith more than any other child my age. I was always hungry for more
faith-based knowledge, and it seemed to me that the Catholic leaders at the
church and school I atteneded would always cloud the facts and twist the faith
to how they saw fit. The faith itself was quite facinating, and although I
never bought into the idea that a man was born from a virgin and lived his life
in purity, and that his death resulted in the forgiveness of sins worldwide, I
still found it all intriguing none the less. Catholics always seemed, in my
opinion, to look down upon anyone whose beliefs strayed from their strict,
pre-set ones. I realize now, that not all Catholics are like this, and I most
likely was just surrounded by snobbish people in general. I couldn’t ever
understand why all other faiths seemed to be wrong in the Catholic eye, when in
reality, everyone was praying to the same god, and wanted the same things:
salvation, afterlife, forgiveness, peace, hope, etc. I realized that, despite
the attitudes and behaviors of the Catholics around me, the more pressing
matter was, I wasn’t buying the who “Jesus” character, which is basically the
foundation of Christian religions. I mean, it’s called CHRISTianity…
So, Christian religions were pretty much a no go.
What little I knew about Judiasm and Muslim didn’t seem to flatter me either. I
do regret not looking more into Buddhism. But it seemed nothing really fit into
my beliefs. Or moreso, my beliefs didn’t fit into a religion.
By the time I reached eighth grade, Harry Potter
had began to make a pretty large mark on literature. No, I’m not comparing
Harry Potter and Wicca. Not in the least! But I was very intrigued by magic,
spells, and things not so…normal? I stumbled upon Wicca by looking more into
magic, and I took a fancy to it from the very beginning. I was surprised at how
many Christian traditions were adopted from old pagan traditions. I liked the
concept of the Threefold Law (Golden Rule, for all you Christians), and that
there was beauty and magic in everything. The world was a temple to be
cherished and thanked everyday! AMEN!
Finally. Finally I found a place where I felt like
I belonged. But the tough journey was ahead of me. I was so naive about it all.
Young and innocent. I didn’t know then that I would struggle with belief
conflicts with my parents, my faith would be tested more times than fathomable,
that I would be teaching myself all the knowledge about Wicca, that it would
slowly eat away at the weak relationships I held with family and friends, and
how stressed all this would be, thrown onto my shoulders at once.
But I would not change my decision for the world. Nothing has made me
happier than my decision to part ways with Catholism and start a new journey
down the road of Wicca.
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