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I never really put any thought into "alternative" religions growing up because I was not educated about other religions. I grew up Jewish for the first ten years of my life. Then my mom met a guy through work, fell in love and moved me from the Washington D. C. area to Texas.
When we arrived here the guy my mom was in love with was Catholic so my mom got interested in Catholism. A year later she "converted", and became Catholic.
I hated Texas and even more so I hated being forced to go to church. I was told not to tell my grandparents because they would sit shivah over this. Shivah is when Jews disown someone and they become dead. This is also a practice when someone really does die. In my eyes this Catholic thing was a secret and something I needed to become part of and to stay a part of my family. I felt this because the only community we had was through the church.
When I was twelve I too "converted" and became Catholic after studying for two years. In the ninth grade I went into a Catholic High School and basiclly immersed myself into the Catholic way of life. I was quite involved with the Christian Ministries at school and spent most of my time either at school or church volunteering myself. At one point I wanted to become a nun.
The awaking, as I like to call it, happened my junior year of High School.
It was Spring semester and the junior class and I had just gone through a ceremony to get our class rings. It was Sunday night and I had the worse head ache ever in my life. I had to go up to school for a youth group that we had on Sundays. I almost didn't go because I wasn't felling well but I didn't want to let anyone down so I went. I didn't know that would be the last day I spent with my "friends" in school. I went home after being up at school, went to bed and my life has not been the same since. I woke up the next morning not being able to take my head off the pillow. I had every test under the sun to try and figure out what was wrong and to this day no one knows why I have headaches all of the time. At the moment I got sick I found out who my real friends were and let me say I went from a lot to a hand full.
I was kicked out of school because they didn't want to help me figure out a way to finish school.
The church abandoned me.
My mom taught me a very valuable lesson then, that everything happens for a reason and to this day I live my life in that manner.
My mom found me an alternative school to go to right by our house that we never knew about and I went back to school the following Fall Semester.
It was here that I meet my now Fiance of five and half years. He was the one who introduced me to everyone in this coven. At first I didn't know what to think. I thought witches were something of the past and they were supposed to be scary and mean. Everyone embraced me with love and an open mind. I educated myself to learn what Wicca was all about, not to change my ways but to open my mind to something new.
I guess as I opened my mind my parents closed theirs.
I was put through hell for the next two years and couldn't live a normal peaceful life. It the last five years I have left the Catholic Church and remained a non practicing Jew.
At the present time I do not profess to have an organized religion in my life but I do celebrate with many different groups of people who are Wiccan, and Druidic.
One of the most important lessons I learned through Wicca is to be yourself and don't allow anyone to hurt you. No one judges you for who you are which allows me to be true to myself. I study yoga and try to live everyday to the fullest. I hope you will live everyday as though it may be your last because there is no turning back.
And remember, Everything happens for some reason and you may not know why all of the time but that is what makes life interesting.
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