I've lost touch with them now, but many years ago I was good friends with a couple who were wiccan. I thought the respecting nature and respecting each other aspects of it were good. But they also pretty firmly believed in the supernatural which is where they lost me on it.
They were both genuinely into it full time. And they genuinely tried to encourage all their friends including me to join. The problem is, they would generally do that by saying 'oh just come with us to <insert gathering/event> for the weekend, you'll love it. I never went to one of their campout/gathering/event things but several of our mutual friends did and did start to identify as wiccan afterward. But the reality is sort of like Christmas and Easter catholics just going on the holidays to ease their guilt for not going at all, our mutual friends were campout/event wiccan just going to the events so they could spend a weekend drinking with a large group of drunk sexually promiscuous strangers. One of our mutual friends (who generally couldn't get laid in a women's prison with a fist full of pardons) bragged to me how he bagged 4 different girls over 3 days at one their events. Yeah, fucking drunk unbathed strangers who likely have the herps (3/5 wiccan do I'm told) in a tent in the woods really isn't my kinda scene.
They were both genuinely into it full time. And they genuinely tried to encourage all their friends including me to join. The problem is, they would generally do that by saying 'oh just come with us to <insert gathering/event> for the weekend, you'll love it. I never went to one of their campout/gathering/event things but several of our mutual friends did and did start to identify as wiccan afterward. But the reality is sort of like Christmas and Easter catholics just going on the holidays to ease their guilt for not going at all, our mutual friends were campout/event wiccan just going to the events so they could spend a weekend drinking with a large group of drunk sexually promiscuous strangers. One of our mutual friends (who generally couldn't get laid in a women's prison with a fist full of pardons) bragged to me how he bagged 4 different girls over 3 days at one their events. Yeah, fucking drunk unbathed strangers who likely have the herps (3/5 wiccan do I'm told) in a tent in the woods really isn't my kinda scene.