Good Morning!!!
For the first day of my challenge I'm supposed to tell you how I blossomed into my beliefs. Well this is how it went:
I believe it was in 1997 and I was in seventh grade. I lived with my dad and even though my grandmother was very religious, we only attended church a few times with her. I had a hard time accepting everything that was told to me there because I would witness so many hypocritical actions from the people trying to tell me to do right. My family is baptist but it just never felt like it fit with me.
Now, I kind of feel bad saying this because some of them paint a really bad light on pagan and wiccan beliefs, but it was the release of the movie "The Craft" and the show "Charmed" that brought the curiosity of witchcraft to me. Let me just stop there and try to redeem myself a little bit........
I didn't actually believe that (or even want to) make a girl go bald, that I would have demons chasing me after I came "out," or that some crazy b*tches were going to come flying in my window terrorizing me in my sleep. No, I was more curious that it was a real religion. I didn't really know at that age with how sheltered I had been that there were other choices. I just thought what you were born into you believed, because your family believed. Those were real books in those movies, though. So, I made a trip down to my local library.
What I found was that it was still real, it wasn't just a bunch of fantasy crap or part of history that had been distinguished. I had found something that explained all my questions and I finally had some answers. There was still a lot of fantasy I found in some books, but they became the authors I avoided. But, I was still young and since I live in the bible belt there was a lot of controversy at school. A group of girls that seemed to take enjoyment out of hurting others seemed to have some big rivalry against my friends and me. You know the sort, hateful, uppity, attention starved little girls, with that look that says your nothing but dirt beneath my feet. I had seen this one fake cry all the time but, of course, no one took that into consideration. I wasn't even at school that day, but the whole group of girls went to the counselor boo-hooing their little hearts out saying that me and my friends put death spells and hexes on them. Sounds a little familiar, doesn't it. Even though I was home on this day I was put on the stake to to burn, which I wouldn't have wanted to be anywhere else but standing by my friends. We were told that any book on witchcraft was banned from school, doesn't matter that we got some of the books from the school library, but if we were found with another one on campus we would be expelled. It didn't matter when they even read the books and found the number one rule, "Harm None." Everyone just believed witchcraft was meant to harm and control. I wish I could do some of the things I was accused of. I still wouldn't do anything bad, but maybe my kitchen would be clean and possibly some of those girls would burp the alphabet every time they tried to lie. Ah, if only, that would have been hilarious.:)
The newspapers soon got involved and then the news channels, I was probably the fist accused witch on television to be wearing a pink and blue tye-dyed shirt. Maybe I helped change the perceptions that we all wear black and have warts on our noses. Samantha would have been proud. Here's the links if you want to see some of the stupidity some people spout.
http://www.wnd.com/news/article.asp?article_id=16056
http://www.rickross.com/reference/wicca/wicca41.html
http://www.bibletools.org/index.cfm/fuseaction/Audio.details/ID/617/Occult.htm
But, even with all that I didn't give up. I found that somethings I'd believe and others I wouldn't. I started out focused on wicca, then moved to pagan, because I wanted to focus more on nature. In the end, I believe all religions came from one source, but were just misinterpreted and skewed to fit what people wanted to believe. So, I like to take something from everything. My main beliefs lay rooted in paganism where I feel at home and natural. This is what I came from. Not always the funnest story to tell, but at least I can say I stood up for what I believed in and faced the flames. I came out alive though and now plan to teach my child about all religions, so that she can have the knowledge to make a decision for herself. I want her to be proud of her choices and have her parents stand beside her when one day someone tells her she is wrong. It is my hope.
I hope everyone has a good day. I think I'm going to be baking today. If I find any good ideas I'll be sure to post.
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