I've shared this here before, I think. My family was Roman Catholic, and only in my early childhood did we attend church. We stopped attending for a reason I never learned. Growing up, ours was a silent belief. It wasn't ever discussed, we didn't have talks or prayer sessions at home, we didn't read the bible, there was no ritual aspect to our belief system other than iconography on the walls in the form of pictures of Jesus.
The beginning of my path toward paganism was rather cliche, to be honest, as it was for many during the time period, I think. It involved the movie The Craft. As a result of the film, I went online at school and the local library to search for spells that could be performed. Involving my sister and friends at school, I formed a coven of sorts. It never really led anywhere. The interest just wasn't there for them as it was for me. At home I had my little altar, candles and the sort, and I memorized little spells that never really resulted to anything realistically.
Shortly after that was when I fell into the local Pentecostal pit. I've mentioned it before, don't feel like getting into it again, but it didn't last long.
In college, I did research into the works of Robert Green Ingersoll. Even after that, I returned to paganism via Cunningham's book and local pagan shops where I was drawn mainly to the jewelry.
I wore a goddess spiral pendant for the longest time, even after I decidedly became an atheist. My atheism was mainly built up and associated with online message boards, Bolt.com and eventually MySpace. I already considered myself an atheist when I joined this forum nearly ten years ago.
The beginning of my path toward paganism was rather cliche, to be honest, as it was for many during the time period, I think. It involved the movie The Craft. As a result of the film, I went online at school and the local library to search for spells that could be performed. Involving my sister and friends at school, I formed a coven of sorts. It never really led anywhere. The interest just wasn't there for them as it was for me. At home I had my little altar, candles and the sort, and I memorized little spells that never really resulted to anything realistically.
Shortly after that was when I fell into the local Pentecostal pit. I've mentioned it before, don't feel like getting into it again, but it didn't last long.
In college, I did research into the works of Robert Green Ingersoll. Even after that, I returned to paganism via Cunningham's book and local pagan shops where I was drawn mainly to the jewelry.
I wore a goddess spiral pendant for the longest time, even after I decidedly became an atheist. My atheism was mainly built up and associated with online message boards, Bolt.com and eventually MySpace. I already considered myself an atheist when I joined this forum nearly ten years ago.
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~ Erin Hunter
~ Erin Hunter
