Ròcas Cearcall Intro
Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2017 10:28 am
Hi. I'm new and have been studying Wicca for about a month.
I’ve always been interested in Wicca, but have been held back by my conservative Christian background. I have nothing against that upbringing, but it has kept me from finding my path sooner.
This year, after Wicca came up in a casual conversation, I felt a sudden need to learn. I started reading books, beginning with Scott Cunningham’s Wicca for the Solitary Practitioner. Everything felt so comfortable. My existing beliefs and intuitions seemed to align with the Wiccan religion. I started taking walks in the woods and standing beneath the setting sun and the rising moon. I read more books.
One morning, walking through the woods, saying prayers and chants that I had learned, I reached a branching path. A crow sat in a tree above me, kawing. I recognized its spiritual significance and greeted it. The crow flew down one of the paths and lighted on a new tree. I decided to follow.
It’s new perch was long dead, but thorns and ivy and various other plants grew upon it. It was beautiful, a full symbol of life, death, and rebirth to a new purpose. I thanked the crow, and it flew further down the path before veering off to the side.
I followed again and found that it had lead me to a small, hidden clearing. Dead trees leaned like fingers in the palm of a hand as running creeks carved the clearing in to a small island. A stone fire ring, unused, sat in the center. I worked my way down the bank to the clearing.
I stood next to the fire circle and looked up at the crow, who still kawed above me. Inspired, I cast a circle, the best I knew how, inviting the Goddess and God to teach me and thanking the crow for leading me there. I could feel the energy of nature pulsing around me, like static on my skin. I released the circle and thanked the gods for their attendance. The crow then flew off. By that time, I was starving and sweating profusely.
I don’t know if the crow was a manifestation of a god or goddess, or if it was just a messenger. I do know that it affirmed my desire to keep following the crow, and fueled my need to learn the mysteries of witchcraft and of the gods.
Upon returning home, I performed my first altar ritual with butter knives, birthday candles, and anything else I could find.
I'm still not entirely sure what happened, but I do know that it was the most spiritual moment of my life.
I’ve always been interested in Wicca, but have been held back by my conservative Christian background. I have nothing against that upbringing, but it has kept me from finding my path sooner.
This year, after Wicca came up in a casual conversation, I felt a sudden need to learn. I started reading books, beginning with Scott Cunningham’s Wicca for the Solitary Practitioner. Everything felt so comfortable. My existing beliefs and intuitions seemed to align with the Wiccan religion. I started taking walks in the woods and standing beneath the setting sun and the rising moon. I read more books.
One morning, walking through the woods, saying prayers and chants that I had learned, I reached a branching path. A crow sat in a tree above me, kawing. I recognized its spiritual significance and greeted it. The crow flew down one of the paths and lighted on a new tree. I decided to follow.
It’s new perch was long dead, but thorns and ivy and various other plants grew upon it. It was beautiful, a full symbol of life, death, and rebirth to a new purpose. I thanked the crow, and it flew further down the path before veering off to the side.
I followed again and found that it had lead me to a small, hidden clearing. Dead trees leaned like fingers in the palm of a hand as running creeks carved the clearing in to a small island. A stone fire ring, unused, sat in the center. I worked my way down the bank to the clearing.
I stood next to the fire circle and looked up at the crow, who still kawed above me. Inspired, I cast a circle, the best I knew how, inviting the Goddess and God to teach me and thanking the crow for leading me there. I could feel the energy of nature pulsing around me, like static on my skin. I released the circle and thanked the gods for their attendance. The crow then flew off. By that time, I was starving and sweating profusely.
I don’t know if the crow was a manifestation of a god or goddess, or if it was just a messenger. I do know that it affirmed my desire to keep following the crow, and fueled my need to learn the mysteries of witchcraft and of the gods.
Upon returning home, I performed my first altar ritual with butter knives, birthday candles, and anything else I could find.
I'm still not entirely sure what happened, but I do know that it was the most spiritual moment of my life.