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 Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 8:09 pm
Name: Mer (Meri)
Age: Nearly 22
Magickal Path:Pagan, in the process of making her own trad.
Sun/Moon Sign: On the cusp of Scorpio and Sagittarius
Things I'm Proficient In: tarot, herbs, astral projection, spellcraft
Things I'd Like to Learn More About: Healing magick, stones, different kinds of rituals, garden witchery
Hobbies: Reading, drawing, video games, music, cooking
Likes: Being outside, making comfort foods, hanging out with her boyfriend, walking through big, open fields
Dislikes:when her feet are wet, being overly cold, doing dishes
A Little About Me: Well...I've been Pagan for about 7 years now, and I've been through a load of paths...I bite my nails, and pick at my cuticles if I'm -really- bored. I'm in college (med school as B puts it), oh yeah and I'm dating Lord Darion Rahl 3nodding (2 years now!).
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 1:02 am
First Bumbling Steps on my Path
While I would love to claim that I have been what I am for all my life, I was in fact brought up differently. We lived with my grandparents, my mother and I, and went to church regularly. I was a Jesus-loving girl, but he felt so far away; distant enough that I didn't always feel him beside, as they taught. My connection was instead to his mother, Mary, and the angels around us. I never learned their names long enough to remember, nor did I learn the apostles or most of the saints. Still, I had enough to believe in, even if it seemed to be a lone, somewhat heretical candle amongst many.
Years later I'd find myself where we live now, smack dab in the middle of nature (though the folks around here think we're "Urban". Urban my butt...). I'd spend every free moment out in the forest near our house, pretending I was queen of the trees, or a wolf (and this was BEFORE I saw Princess Mononoke...but not Kiki biggrin ). My past seemed to fall away behind me, we stopped going to church less, and a new friend showed up who liked to dabble in anything weird.
It just so happened she was into witchcraft when we met. She would escape from her somewhat abusive household and come down the street to mine with books and stories of the different things she tried. We cast circles, I took a new name...it seemed like a strange little game, and I loved it. Over the years, she left, and left permanent mark upon me.
It wasn't until 9th grade that I started to take it all seriously. I was just leaving Junior High, my dabbling had been on and off with my previous catholic upbringing, and I made new friends who also seemed marginally interested in Witchcraft. High School brought on new liberties, and I spent the majority of my lunch periods between my then boyfriend (22noodles heart ) and looking up stuff on the internet. I learned about the old-ish way of doing things, how the cultures I was studying in my World History class once worshiped a goddess alongside a god. I even found a few pages on how my beloved Mary was often seen as a goddess herself.
I dabbled more, my boyfriend hated it, and we broke up (sorry). I went to a ren faire with a friend, hoping to clear my mind. It was possibly the most monumental day ever. We traversed the faire, spending money on huge turkey legs, I bought a glass phial, but the best was when I got an urge to run up to the fortune tellers tent.
I wont lie, she was pretty normal, only acting the part when people passed by. She sold card and palm readings, as well as a small basket of pouches for about as much money as I had left. Feeling that curious urge full on, I forked over the cash and picked out a black bag with a crystal inside. A tiny medal was strung on the white ribbon that closed the pouch, and it said "wisdom".
"You know how to use that?"
I stared at the woman blankly. Use it? She was being serious too...
She lovingly took my hand and picked up the crystal piece, and instructed me how to make a wish without trying to sell or condescend. I knew it was part of that dabbling business again, yet I knew it was something I had to do. I wanted to learn it, I wanted to apply the use of magick in my life, I knew Witchcraft had a place in my heart. I wished that wisdom would guide me on this somewhat foggy path.
Ironically, my now-boyfriend (Lord Darion Rahl), who I did not know at the time, was walking around the exact same faire, that day,same time, and we didn't even notice each other...much xd . The strong vibrations I felt...I know now that it wasn't just that enlightening moment from earlier whee .
The years would pass slowly. I would learn the hard way that spells couldn't make an ex-boyfriend leave your life forever, and that no amount of magick could save a doomed friendship. I learned by trial and error, and my biggest trial was learning who the goddess and god were to me. I walked every path the books mentioned, desperately trying to find them, while hiding from the sneers and scathing looks I received from the kids at school (It wasnt easy holding a mediocre vp position in a club, be dating the biggest Christian @$$hole in the school, AND be a witch).
It was a rough journey, and I'm nowhere near to the end yet. That boy I mentioned from the faire and I are together by some stroke of fate (and I mean that, any of you privy enough to know the details understand just how by fate it is). I'm finally finding that I believe in everything, Celtic to Afro-Caribbean. Everything calls out to me, and the Gods dance in whatever costume they want to tease me with at the time. Most of all, I've come to believe in five, unmeasurable truths: Mind, Body, Spirit, Love, and Peace.
Let your own light guide you, on whatever path you trod, my little Hermits. wink
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