Post by demdike on Sept 7, 2017 15:04:54 GMT -5
When I was small, in the infant school (kindergarten) I believed I was a witch. I loved the elements (I still do), I felt and feel empowered by the wind, and as a small child embraced it.
my father was a lapsed catholic and my mother (marrying him in 1952) had to convert (from what I don't know) to Catholicism so she could marry him. I think values were very different then. This was very much small town England, the East Midlands. My mother spent a long time telling me at her knee how the nuns terrified her, and as a result (I came along eleven years after their marriage and my only brother) she declared that unlike my brother they wouldn't get me baptised and I could work it out for myself.
By chance really, the school I attended as a child was Church of England, and this was in the days when schools took religious assemblies very seriously. There is actually a law which says they have to have broadly Christian assemblies daily but the assemblies I see now as a peripatetic teacher have very little religious content unless the school is a catholic or church school.
so I found myself as a small child pondering this god, to whom we sang the old fashioned hymns written by Wesley and the like, and wondering why I couldn't see him and he didn't seem to take any notice of me.
As as I grew I continued to think very deeply about spirituality, tried very hard to be Christian as I feel deity quite strongly, i.e. That there is a higher power, but deeply resent the way it seems Christians say that only through Christ can we be saved. Saved from what? I really do not like the thing they preach that Jesus died for our sins (what sins?) [yes I know they believe in original,sin and eve leading Adam to fall from gods grace] I just don't relate to any of that, in fact I find it completely bizarre.
As i developed a deep affinity with nature i recently decided to reawaken my pagan feelings and joined a discussion group to,explore this. i feel places very strongly. When I first saw Pendle Hill (it is only thirty miles from where I live now) I was awestruck. When I found the story of the 'witches' and read about them I seriously identified with them. When I ventured more deeply into the forest of Pendle I felt I was coming home.
This is a very short synopsis of how I got where I am, I know little about ritual, I completely abhor anything evil, I believe in positive, good, white magic, I feel the entity known as the devil is a construct from Christianity (and other mainstream faiths) and nothing to do with what I believe.
i thought some may be interested in my journey, and I will continue reading to find out about others here. I like this place.
Demdike.
my father was a lapsed catholic and my mother (marrying him in 1952) had to convert (from what I don't know) to Catholicism so she could marry him. I think values were very different then. This was very much small town England, the East Midlands. My mother spent a long time telling me at her knee how the nuns terrified her, and as a result (I came along eleven years after their marriage and my only brother) she declared that unlike my brother they wouldn't get me baptised and I could work it out for myself.
By chance really, the school I attended as a child was Church of England, and this was in the days when schools took religious assemblies very seriously. There is actually a law which says they have to have broadly Christian assemblies daily but the assemblies I see now as a peripatetic teacher have very little religious content unless the school is a catholic or church school.
so I found myself as a small child pondering this god, to whom we sang the old fashioned hymns written by Wesley and the like, and wondering why I couldn't see him and he didn't seem to take any notice of me.
As as I grew I continued to think very deeply about spirituality, tried very hard to be Christian as I feel deity quite strongly, i.e. That there is a higher power, but deeply resent the way it seems Christians say that only through Christ can we be saved. Saved from what? I really do not like the thing they preach that Jesus died for our sins (what sins?) [yes I know they believe in original,sin and eve leading Adam to fall from gods grace] I just don't relate to any of that, in fact I find it completely bizarre.
As i developed a deep affinity with nature i recently decided to reawaken my pagan feelings and joined a discussion group to,explore this. i feel places very strongly. When I first saw Pendle Hill (it is only thirty miles from where I live now) I was awestruck. When I found the story of the 'witches' and read about them I seriously identified with them. When I ventured more deeply into the forest of Pendle I felt I was coming home.
This is a very short synopsis of how I got where I am, I know little about ritual, I completely abhor anything evil, I believe in positive, good, white magic, I feel the entity known as the devil is a construct from Christianity (and other mainstream faiths) and nothing to do with what I believe.
i thought some may be interested in my journey, and I will continue reading to find out about others here. I like this place.
Demdike.