Spiritual Paths

When I was young, I use to talk to people who weren't there. Most kids do, and adults believe that they have imaginary friends. By the age of 13 though, I realized I wasn't dealing with imaginary friends.

I went to sleep on my 13th birthday to dream of my "imaginary friend". She is a beautiful Cherokee woman, known today as a medicine woman. Her name, to me, is Flower Healer. On my 13th birthday, she took my hand and led me through a forest until we came upon this beautiful, ancient tree. This tree had bare branches, full branches covered in Maple, Oak, Pine, and many other leaves and needles I couldn't identify.

The tree spoke to me, telling me "You are a Chosen One, one of the Sacred One" and Grabbed me with one of it's bare branches. I woke that morning with an S-shaped cut on my left arm, just above my wrist.

Right after that, I denounced my favoritism for witches in the stories and the idea of Magick and it being a good thing. I tried, very hard to become a part of a religion that didn't acknowledge the kind of experience I had.

After years of exploring Christiananity, Catholicism and many of their varying branches, I realized I couldn't deny my spiritual nature. I openly began exploring Paganism in it's many forms when I turned 17.

I worked hard to find someone I was comfortable with on the Pagan path and found a kitchen witch named Rose. I began training and studying under her and together she and I built a small coven that included my darling Syd (Air Element), my dear Katelin (later known as Zoey, Fire Element), my bestie KJ (Earth Element), and my lovette Michelle (Water Element). I held Spirit and Rose held Deity.

Due to many difficulties with the hierarchy of the Coven, I became a Priestess via vote, and I held the position well, until we all moved away. It was then that my Cherokee woman began visiting me again, pushing me towards Temple Terra Incognita. I listened to her like I had before the incident with the tree, and began studying Sexual and Chaos Magick. I became a Qadishtu, and helped with the spiritual healing of my Darling Daniel, who had lost a leg. I helped with Emme, an elder of the Dianic Practices. I learned well and learned fast.

It was during my time as a Qadishtu that I realized I was a high Priestess in own right, that my studies kept pushing me towards healing and Shamanism. The tarot, the gardening, the herbology, the ghosts of those long gone and recently deceased... I was a Shaman, but had a plethora of knowledge that had accumulated from my inability to look into my own Spiritual Nature.

My path is to use people's Spiritual selves and to assist them along their Spiritual Paths as they encounter crises. To help them heal themselves by loving them and teaching them they are still capable of being loved, no matter the past or the difficulties ahead.

Now, I am developing my own Coven once again, to teach, learn, and practice as a group once more. And when I have children of my own, to teach them to keep an open mind and help people heal and follow a Spiritual Path, whether it be Christian, Catholic, Hinduism, Buddhism  Paganism or another flavor of religion.