Returning to my Spiritual Roots
When I was about 13 years old I began exploring witchcraft. My room was filled with candles and incense, my jewelry adorned with pagan symbolism, and my mind was constantly and consistently lost in other realms. I checked out books from the library on the craft and spellwork. I was raised Christian, but only on Sundays. When my parents began to suspect that I was practicing witchcraft I was cornered by my mother and was told I was free to practice any religion I wanted, but witchcraft was not welcome in her home. My craft, still in its infancy, came to an abrupt end. A long and confusing time lay ahead navigating through different religious ideas and exploring the more traditional and more popular (and more widely accepted) faiths. Christianity, Islam, Buddhism, Hinduism... none seemed to rattle my cage. Eventually I fell into atheism deciding that perhaps religion just wasn't for me. About nine years ago I "came out" as an atheist. There was no major announcement, it w...