Question of the Week

Name: Lightgoddess
Age: 23
Country: Arkansas, USA
Response:Officially I've been on my current path for just under a year. Unofficially, though, I've been on it most of my life. As a child, I celebrated the Solstices and Equinoxes, because I felt those days were somehow days of power. I could feel the power in my soul. I would celebrate the full moon with a little singing and remembrance. Luna, as I affectionately called the moon, was there for my every triumph and failure and I knew she watched me and when I celebrated a victory, she seemed a little brighter as though she was celebrating with me, and when I stumbled and failed at something, she seemed a little dimmer, as if to say, I understand and soon you will prevail. Had I known there was a religion that summed up basically everything I believed, I would have been on this path many, many years ago. What makes it so funny is that I was friends with two girls that were Wiccan, but somehow, their religion just never came up.

Name: Damien
Age: 15
Country: Ohio
Response:Well Ive pry been on this "Path" for about 3-4 months. What made me choose this path? Well I cant say for sure. But at first I thought I was gonna get into Wicca but I didnt have the time nor dedication to do it. So I actually decided Christianity nowadays was just selling God. So I decided my path was that there was a creator of some sort and that when we die we continue on a journey beyond human understanding. I've also learned a lot from Xanth. So thats partially it. Hehe : )

Name: Cent
Age: nosy
Country: Canada
Response:Years struggling for “faith”. Father Agnostic, Mother Anglican. As a child, Religious dinners stressed. Father got up &left during grace. Secretly hoped not to be called upon. Eventually he would just begin to serve himself. Mother insist set the table, salads in front of “your father”, so he won’t interrupt. Mother brings the bible out to catch a lie. Once, I was the last to place my hand. I struggled, someone lied. As mother looked down with raised eyebrow, I told the truth. “I didn’t do it, I swear”. Her eyes became angry, I scanned my siblings eyes, desperate for the guilty to come forward. They never did. Mother walked away in disgust. It was never mentioned again. Cried for days and was ignored. I was 10. We wound up at a small Sunday school. We attended 3x. “What did you learn in Sunday School today?” my father asks of me. I told of the story we read about Noah. Nodding he ask, what did they teach. I struggled for the answer, I look to mother. She could see my struggle & raised her brow. *oh no, I can’t lie* “To make love was sinful and to marry in the eye’s of God” I replied. Excused, I went to my room. I heared everything. Father was angry, “it goes against MY beliefs. It’s not sinful! Before marriage, to keep them (6 daughters) in line, maybe, but…..” I buried my head in my pillow. Mother was unhappy. I have always been sensitive to others. Knew and sensed things, and didn’t understand. I had no one to talk to about it. Don’t be silly, and grow a thick skin, didn’t help. I buried it deep and hid it. At 18, I announced, with my 20 yr old boyfriend, at my side. We are moving to the big city, he to school and me a job opportunity to work with computers. I wasn’t going to marry, nor engaged. Mother was unhappy, in the late 70’s, eyebrows raised by this sort of behavior. Dad said fly, so I flew. After 2 years of struggled, we decided to move across the continent to Alberta, Canada. Mother says, Make him marry you before you go, or he’ll leave you now that you helped put him through school. “I’d rather now than later”. Mother was unhappy. Those 4 years were glorious. Camping in the mountains every chance we got! So close to nature. Really roughing it. Although the bear incident left me uneasy when camping up near the glacier ice fields. That 4th year, I finally accepted my engagement ring on Valentines. Announced to family we will be moving home next spring to be married. Imagine the ruckus when I announced I was pregnant in August. Plans were stepped up to Nov. A United Church would fit the needs of all. White Dress?! Veils?! Tiara?! Beige and simple please. I gave in, settled for white dress and hat with small veils at the back. At the church mother pulled one of the veils over my face, and was ushered in last. I turned to father, “help me with this thing, I’m 4 mths pregnant and showing.” He pulled the veil back and tidied it while laughing. Mother was not impressed, her eyebrow rose when she realized we were in cahoots. Her eyes narrowed throwing me off my stride. I dragged my heel across the only grate in the aisle. Fathers silent belly laugh grew momentum. I dragged him down the aisle quickly. After each birth of each child, we would have to explain. When they are old enough to choose their own path they will. I mean what do you do with so many religions in a family. Toss them in a hat, give a shake and see what falls out? The older I got the stronger I began to sense and know things. I started to pay attention, realizing pics flashing through my mind, would have meaning a week or so later. I was becoming overwhelmed with others emotion’s. Searching for answers I looked into the psychic realm and ghost. Was interesting but didn’t quite fit. I began seeing and feeling things that weren’t there to others. Fear began to consume me. I shut down and pushed it away again. Thought I’d lost my mind for a few years. I became curious and started to listen to when the elders talked of my Great Great Grandmother. Her reading tea leaves, knowing the exact place to dig a well. A Healer who joined in Ceremonies with First Nations People. She knew things. Began to feel a kinship. I believe this is the exact time in my life that my path started. Curiosity grew, I was hungry for info. Using every spare moment to organize and record what felt right for me. A book began to form. I knew I was on the right road. I learned to meditate to relieve stress. Last fall, I began jumping around message boards to read what “today’s” people of like minds, were talking about. In January I took yet another step in; began asking questions. Joined conversations. Early spring I stumbled across a conversation of like mind. It was lively and tickled my sense of humour. I followed the breadcrumbs into Greens Grove and Unlimited Boundaries. *thank-you Xanth* Here I learned there is no 1 path, and I am acceptable just as I am. I have grown, and have been able to open the door to my closet. Info is given freely and opinions are accepted openly. Decided to celebrate in the Fall, and consider it my 1st year. It has taken me half my lifetime to find my path. But, no matter, I am here. This was a little long winded. But I’ve lived a little too. I’ve learned that I just gotta be me!

Name: Opal
Age: 29
Country: Canada
Response:Well you could say from the day I was born, I was meant to be on this path. Long story short, I took a wrong turn and I've been away from it for a long time. Always knowing I was missing something. That I'd lost something special. Within the last year one of my sister's broke the silence and let me know I wasn't crazy and well, here I am. Happy and back on track. Its still a bumpy road (old habbits die hard) but slowly (when I allow it to) its all returning.