I started on my Pagan Path as such: "The power and energies of those places that once were the great gathering places for everything from services to wars. Ahh yes, I know that feeling well. You step closer and closer and you feel it moving in as a slow creep of doom might. Then when you pass through the outer essences into the main threshold, it takes you to your knees. I have experienced this once or twice. The best of all was in an old gothic orthodox church in Liechtenstein (not sure of spelling) close to Oeastreia back in 1994. I walked into the foyer of the church and instantly felt welcome yet repulsed at the same time. When I ventured inside further, I made it maybe 20 feet before I cracked a kneecap on the floor and my good friend and guidance priestess caught me by my arms with another fellow that was with and drug me back out. After going outside, I recovered rather quickly. She, being a long time Wicca, explained to me for the first time in my life that I was a very sensitive person to energies such as those. I have been on a more straight lined pagan path ever since that day of discovery.

     Did I know that I would be a Pagan before? No, not really seeing as I didn't know what a Pagan was. I was raised predominantly Christian in everything from Baptist to Pentecost to Catholic. My own father was supposedly an ordained Methodist Minister. I however, didn't agree with everything that I was hearing in "ALL" of these so-called Christian religions. I refused to accept what everyone was so often shoving down my throat without evens so much as a cup of water to wash it down. I was expected to conform; with no questions asked. It is something about a religion that asks everything from you but can only promise you something in return AFTER you die that I really get frustrated with. I considered them empty promises and went about my own business. Not knowing where I was heading or what it was called back then, I started to actually seek that which had previously sought me out when I young.

     It called to me. It started calling to me way back when I was a child. I would have dreams that were really weird. I started "KNOWING" shortly after I turned six. I started knowing the names of everything form daemons to angels. I started knowing how to get rid of hapless spirits and boogies. LOL. I just knew. I would think of something and it would be there. Just at a mere thought, I would have the knowledge to conjure, banish or control those things that no one but I could see. I didn't find it odd being as I was so young. As I grew older, I would seek out that which was unseen and have conversations with it at length. It seemed as though I were talking to my self at times. I didn't care because no one ever saw me. It was as if I know that I had to keep it a secret. My own, personal invisible friends and acquaintances. I believe it was they who may have asked me to open my eyes and see that which was around me in a different perspective; in a different light. I didn't know what it was or how to handle it or address it until that day in the church. From that point on, I have been following my guides and my path. Mine may be far different than everyone else's. My path may not really and truly have a name for it. But it is mine. I will continue to follow it until my other living days. All this waking up just because of an Old, Orthodox church. Amazing how things just have a tendency to work out for you. LOL. All I can say to that is this one word: "KARMA"