Looking back, my journey into Wicca began with the solar eclipse of 2017, as I stood in awe of how fast everything was moving above me. As fascinated as I was with this, it somewhat died off there because it caught me right in the middle of adulting while struggling to shed my less-than-positive experiences from decades of fashioning by the Christian religion. Still, fragments of the experience carried through in my day-to-day existence; I couldn’t shake the power of what I’d just beheld, yet I didn’t know how to relate to it. This somewhat plagued me.
“What you win them with is what you win them to,” a friend once said to me when I was a budding Christian.
Fast-forward to 2019, when my wife and I stumbled upon a witchcraft shop while on vacation. I had just completed my training as a yoga/meditation teacher as we walked into this mystical place that offered spell bottles, herbs, amulets, and potions. I quickly discovered that everything in that store augmented what I’d already learned in yoga and Reiki classes—including chakras, mudras, and meditation. As eager as I was to buy something, I had the strong sense that those materials could be harmful in the hands of the uninformed. After returning home, I found myself becoming quickly informed.
My journey continued online, and I started discovering such things as Sabbats, the Wheel of the Year, etc. The Wheel of the Year instantly made sense with me because this was the first tangible connection to what I’d already experienced throughout my life. It required no belief, no hope—and that was absolutely comforting. Even more comforting was the total elimination of words like belief and hope from my vocabulary after becoming Wiccan. I discovered that Wiccans don’t hope or believe—we know.
Shortly thereafter, consumed by the knowledge that was always available to, yet hidden from me, I became a solitary Wiccan. By initiating myself, it became abundantly clear that it was okay to accept myself. And, while Wicca is most certainly a religion (and I do claim that), I prefer to view it as a relationship.
Since then, my life has improved exponentially. As a Christian, I was told that I would be constantly tested, and that my path would be more difficult than that of others. Wow—that’s enticing. Is my life perfect now that I’m Wiccan? That depends on your definition of perfect, but not being continually “tested” has given me an enormous amount of peace and personal space that I never had before. I make mistakes and stumble like anyone else, but I take full accountability for that—and I equally take credit for my triumphs. But my wins and losses are not mine. In fact, nothing is mine. My energy, on whatever level, eddies and pools like any rippling stream. I am no different from that stream—nor am I any different from the Earth, the spirit realm, or the powers that create and sustain life; I am one with them, and they are one with me.
What you win them with is what you win them to.
What I was won with is the truth. Now I am one with the truth. I think that says it all.
Blessed be.
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