looking back on my life just a bit.. my mom didn't tell me she was a witch at first? at night before going to bed, i would glance at the stars and moon, i always felt a connection with the moon, an inner calling but what? my dad took me to the park, to run around on the grass, with my pet poodel.. once the day was threw, i still had energy that i asorbed, both from the earth and sun, i felt so connected with the surrounding natural elements, still yet not knowing what all of this ment to me, except feeling different? when i closed my eyes at night to rest, i didn't know what astral projection was, there were no guide books, no elders, to guide me threw my spritual jounies? my dreams were visions..permonitions of events, before they happened? when times i'm feeling upset at something/someone, how my inner emotions can effect weather? by now, the writings in my notebook, became my own book of shadows. each day and night, i became connected with the elements, and the moon's light, conjuring them at will. in the kitchen i would be, mixing and bleending herbs together, not mesuring what i was doing.. but rather the idea came to me naturually, as my mom sat in the distance, watching my progress. friends invited me to their church, the preacher made announcement, he made it very clear that, visitors who believed in the supernatural or worshiping more than one deity, then it wasn't the right church for me? i could not feel more isolated from the world, and so i got up from my seat, and left. that night i cried, as the full moon light, shined from my outside bedroom window.. the light of the goddess had touched my heart, as i listened to her calling. she set me on my spritual path, and it feels right for me.
*shared thoughts*
*shared thoughts*
