- May 20, 2016
- 19
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- Female
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- Christian
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- In Relationship
I wrote this in February.
I'm an eclectic witch.
I was raised in a strictly Christian pastor-run household.
I strayed from the church when I was ten years old.
I talked to Christ here and there, and while I never questioned His holy existence, I found myself spiting Him and without a personal relationship.
At 19, I was falsely classified as an alcoholic. However, recovery programs encouraged me to grow with my Higher Power. A year later, I was introduced to Wicca. For a brief moment, I was afraid and apprehensive. This realm of spirituality was never pushed upon me, but I began to research it on my own. Shocked at my findings that I actually resonated deeply with witchcraft, I dove in headfirst.
I believe in soft polytheism, or what I refer to as the Diamond Deity Concept. I always have believed that Christ is the center of this theoretical diamond. However, each facet shows a different way to interpret him. I held strong to the belief that, "Whatever god you believe in, we come from the same one."
So despite knowing that Christ is the one true deity, I worship the goddesses Epona (largely) and on occasion, Artemis.
I practice witchcraft in many ways. I believe in the healing powers of crystals and herbs; astrology; divination like tarot and oracle card reading; spells and rituals; meditation and astral projection (one of my first earth shaking spiritual experiences); Shamanism; and beyond.
My deepest way to connect with and receive messages from Lady Epona is through reading my tarot and oracle cards. I have outstanding relationships with each of my decks. From the first reading I performed, every last kne has been completely straight on point. That is the biggest thing I do not want to relinquish.
Now, witchcraft is not the same thing as Satanism. In fact, most witches do not believe in any sort of devil. I never performed hexes or curses, believing in the Wiccan Ride, "Harm none, do as ye will."
I'm not evil- not even a bad person.
I use magick for good of myself, and do not even use it for the good of others without permission.
Something, somewhere in me has planted a seed of doubt.
I cannot explain it.
I love my spirituality, and have never felt more enlightened, connected, and free. Then, what is planting this seed?
I fought with myself for days before impulsively emailing a local modern church in town, seeking to meet with a spiritual counselor. I decided not to perform magick or anything else witchy until I met with her.
Odd things began to happen. First, my pentacle pendant (which I have donned for a year, never having taken it off) broke straight off my neck.
I was in the process of moving, and had my purse set outside at my parents' house since I did not need it right away.
A few days later (I had assumed my neat freak father had stashed it inside somewhere), my California town received an uncharacteristic tempest.
My two favored divination decks were still outside, and got soaked through.
The Lord was telling me something gently yet clearly: It is time.
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I still meet with my spiritual mentor weekly. She had changed my life. Or rather, Christ has through her. I love the Lord and I am in awe that he accepts me despite the fact that I engaged in something so fundamentally against Him.
Has anyone here been involved in the occult and recovered?
I love to write, and am composing a book about my journey back to the arms of Christ. I am attentive, proactive, and above all- grateful. I even shared my struggles with my pastor father, and he has shown outstanding support. In fact, we're doing a Bible study this afternoon.
I'm so thankful I did not ignore God's pull back to him when I was completely content with Wicca. God is good.
I'm an eclectic witch.
I was raised in a strictly Christian pastor-run household.
I strayed from the church when I was ten years old.
I talked to Christ here and there, and while I never questioned His holy existence, I found myself spiting Him and without a personal relationship.
At 19, I was falsely classified as an alcoholic. However, recovery programs encouraged me to grow with my Higher Power. A year later, I was introduced to Wicca. For a brief moment, I was afraid and apprehensive. This realm of spirituality was never pushed upon me, but I began to research it on my own. Shocked at my findings that I actually resonated deeply with witchcraft, I dove in headfirst.
I believe in soft polytheism, or what I refer to as the Diamond Deity Concept. I always have believed that Christ is the center of this theoretical diamond. However, each facet shows a different way to interpret him. I held strong to the belief that, "Whatever god you believe in, we come from the same one."
So despite knowing that Christ is the one true deity, I worship the goddesses Epona (largely) and on occasion, Artemis.
I practice witchcraft in many ways. I believe in the healing powers of crystals and herbs; astrology; divination like tarot and oracle card reading; spells and rituals; meditation and astral projection (one of my first earth shaking spiritual experiences); Shamanism; and beyond.
My deepest way to connect with and receive messages from Lady Epona is through reading my tarot and oracle cards. I have outstanding relationships with each of my decks. From the first reading I performed, every last kne has been completely straight on point. That is the biggest thing I do not want to relinquish.
Now, witchcraft is not the same thing as Satanism. In fact, most witches do not believe in any sort of devil. I never performed hexes or curses, believing in the Wiccan Ride, "Harm none, do as ye will."
I'm not evil- not even a bad person.
I use magick for good of myself, and do not even use it for the good of others without permission.
Something, somewhere in me has planted a seed of doubt.
I cannot explain it.
I love my spirituality, and have never felt more enlightened, connected, and free. Then, what is planting this seed?
I fought with myself for days before impulsively emailing a local modern church in town, seeking to meet with a spiritual counselor. I decided not to perform magick or anything else witchy until I met with her.
Odd things began to happen. First, my pentacle pendant (which I have donned for a year, never having taken it off) broke straight off my neck.
I was in the process of moving, and had my purse set outside at my parents' house since I did not need it right away.
A few days later (I had assumed my neat freak father had stashed it inside somewhere), my California town received an uncharacteristic tempest.
My two favored divination decks were still outside, and got soaked through.
The Lord was telling me something gently yet clearly: It is time.
----------------------------------------------------------
I still meet with my spiritual mentor weekly. She had changed my life. Or rather, Christ has through her. I love the Lord and I am in awe that he accepts me despite the fact that I engaged in something so fundamentally against Him.
Has anyone here been involved in the occult and recovered?
I love to write, and am composing a book about my journey back to the arms of Christ. I am attentive, proactive, and above all- grateful. I even shared my struggles with my pastor father, and he has shown outstanding support. In fact, we're doing a Bible study this afternoon.
I'm so thankful I did not ignore God's pull back to him when I was completely content with Wicca. God is good.