A dear friend recently suggested that if I wanted to let my
blog readers really understand me, I should write out how my life brought me to
the Craft. Some of the story puts
certain people in a fairly negative light, so instead what I’ll write about
this time is the night… well, keep reading.
Best to narrate than describe, in this case..
It was October, 1979 and I was 14 years old. The fog had come in thick and heavy, and the
moon was full. We had this great back
yard with one end a circle of maple trees that hadn’t quite lost their leaves,
and part of the back yard was densely populated with redwood trees. I heard and felt an odd hum, almost like
someone singing below the threshold of my hearing, so I put on a sweater and
went out back, down the steps and onto the lawn.
The fog was just above my knees, but the stars were clear. We lived in the middle of suburbia, but it was completely silent that night. The moon was so bright it was almost shimmering silver/blue/white in the sky, and it felt electric on my skin.
The fog was just above my knees, but the stars were clear. We lived in the middle of suburbia, but it was completely silent that night. The moon was so bright it was almost shimmering silver/blue/white in the sky, and it felt electric on my skin.
I was standing in the circle of trees in the fog, staring up
at the moon and without knowing why, I lowered my right hand into the fog and
raised my left hand up to the moon and said “For this lifetime, I’m yours”. The fog swirled up my arm and the moon rushed
down my hand as I inhaled, and both sets of energy rushed into my lungs and
felt like they exploded out of my chest, and I fell over backwards onto the
grass, dizzy.
I honestly can’t tell you what my dreams were like for the
next week, but I woke up both tired and exhilarated from them. It wasn’t too long after that when I started
accidentally hearing what people were thinking before they said it, and the
wind started answering me when I asked it to back off walking home from school,
or asked the rain to stop because I didn’t have an umbrella. High school, after that, was the usual
torture for a shy kid but it was also one of the more magical periods of my
life.
And that’s how I got started with magic, it took me another
4 years to find paganism and Wicca
What a truly awesome experience!
ReplyDeleteYes it was, when I let my mind wander back to that I still get goosebumps :)
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