Question by Citizen Of The Cosmos: Pagans, if you don’t mind sharing, where were you (spiritually speaking) after three months on your path?
I know everyone develops at a different pace. I’m just curious. Feel free not to answer if that’s too personal.
Three months is how long I have identified as a Pagan.
Best answer:
Answer by Fireball226
On a spiritual high called born again…that was 76….ask everyone
What do you think? Answer below!
I have to think back quite a bit, but I’d say that I was in a little bit of a fluffy bunny stage during the first few months that I chose to follow this type of spiritual path.
Everything that I discovered was so interesting and exotic to me, that I am sure that my enthusiasm got the best of me at times. I was always respectful, but I’m sure my naivety was impossible to miss. It was still very new to me, and I was no good at discerning beyond the face value of all of these shiny new things. I disdained a lot of things initially that I later learned to respect, due to some of the people I encountered. “All Wiccans have to be vegans, no exceptions? Well… whatever! I’m outtie!”.
Oh well. Follies of youth. I’m a lot older, and a lot more skeptical. I’ve definitely earned it by being taken down a peg or two. 😉
I was being bombarded with information about different traditions and paths. I was reading about everything under the sun, from Starhawk to Israel Regardie. From Wicca to Voodoo to Santeria to High Magic.
It’s now 30 years later and I’m still learning.
can’t remember – I was 5.
You’re right, everyone does delope at a diferent pace, it also depends on how diff the path you choose is. Its been so long I don’t remember, but I believe I was still getting to know the gods.
i was pretty lost and didn’t know where to turn next. it was hard to break into the local community because of fear of persecution, but once i did, i found an immediate family and more wisdom that i am able to assimilate.
I can’t give you a definitive answer to that; because to identify “three months” I’d first have to identify when (exactly) I started on this path.
As I started by quest on the Christian path – namely Anglican – I think I was still seeking after three months. I then hooked a left, and went down the Lutheran path, before zig-zagging through Methodist and Evangelical. I then began heading for higher ground. The path’s not so well worn up here; and there’s plenty of bramble and treacherous gravel to watch out for. But I’m happier now than I ever was in a Church.
I have learnt to sit quietly by the fire. I have learnt to listen.
That’s what I’ve learnt so far – but there’s still a long way to go to the top of this mountain.
Oh goodness, that was…………13 years ago – let me think.
I am fairly confident in saying I was barely keeping my head above water. I was excited, I think I’d had a fairly awe inspiring experience or two with the gods by then. I was reading like crazy and had found some other people but was completely confused as to what was a good resource and what wasn’t but I think I was starting to have some inkling. I had yet to connect with any people who were legitimate resources so I had only really learned anything out of books and a lot of that was wrong. I had a lot of things wrong and most of what I had an inkling that was right I didn’t know what to do with. If any of that makes sense. In 20 years I’ll probably say a lot of the same things about me now – lol 🙂 We don’t ever stop figuring things out and we always have so much to understand.
Once you do practices for such activity your progress start & questions also starts so if some guide or Guru is to be selected whom you trust & can answer your questions & help to progress further. This is my personal experience.
I was eyeball deep in psychic warfare. Seems that when you’re new, without your knowledge you send a calling card out into the multiverse that says, Here I am! Fresh meat. Come and get it! Unethical bastards.
I’m curious as to why you are wondering about three months, not 2 or 6 or another number…. hmm, I shall speculate.
Anyhow, It has been a while, and my journey on the path to where I am now has had a bunch of fits and starts, but into actual paganims, I would say that after about three months, I was still fresh faced and excited, and felt very green in some ways, but I was very eager to learn and I read voraciously. I liked all the rituals that were clearly “of paganism” and marked me clearly as one who was not a Christian.
For example, I wore the biggest pentacle I could find. I still wear it sometimes, it’s about 2 inches in diameter! I wore long skirts and shawls a lot, and burned incence until my kid threatened to move!
I read Buckley’s big book on Wicca, and other books by Cunningham, and by some other rather embarrassingly bad authors.
I would walk my dog straight across the parking lot of the local Catholic church, big pentacle clearly visible, half hoping someone would give me a disapproving glance so I could take up the cause in all Her Glory.
I know, I know….
Anyhow, I also did a lot of soul searching pretty soon into it, when my path seemed to present me with a clear fork in the road. Wicca or Witchcraft. With Wicca clearly being a religion and Witchcraft being something I could relate to as something that was not supernatural, but extremely connected to the Natural World, the choice was clear.
But that was later.
So, wondering why you picked 3 months…..?
Inquiring minds want to know,
Ciao,
Lady M
I was becoming more at peace with myself and closer to my creators.
I was raised in a pagan family so I really don’t remeber when “it all started” much less the first three months..lol
Hmmm. Lotta water under the bridge since then. I’m thinking that I was still a bit unsure of my direction and fighting to unlearn all that I had been taught since birth. There were feelings of guilt and that I was betraying the people who loved me. What kept me going forward, seeking, was knowing that the faith that was chosen for me was not the right one. I was just going through the motions or not bothering to go at all. There were very few books on paganism then, no support groups, and internet wasn’t even a word. Finding little, out of the way occult bookstores became quite the adventure. To be honest, I’m sure I wasn’t really thinking along the lines of development. All I knew was that this path resonated deeply within me and I was basically following my instincts.
I think I’ve always identified myself this way – despite a fairly mundane Christian upbringing, so is hard to find a starting point to count from.
I really wanted a besom when i was 6 as a main birthday present – and got it lol !
The books I had access to were very limited, but it wasn’t untill I moved to Scotland – and took a smallholding did I really make the switch.
3 months down the line I was buying books 4 at a time from Amazon, and reading all I could. I didn’t even do my dedication untill after a year of learning, but practiced divination, and visited as many sites in the countryside – just taking in all the information I think, -like a plant sucking up water.
I was sleeping with faith. At some point I woke up, and she was gone. tramp. Now I sleep in doubt, and she’s a virgin every morning.
Frusterated. LOL I am not a good “vague” person and parts of paganism really spoke to me but I wanted a tradition, a path. Something specific to study but nothing really spoke to me in the beginning. It drove me nuts.
I felt renewed and empowered spiritually. But at the same time, I felt kind of overwhelmed by all the stuff I didn’t know yet.
Honestly, I don’t remember.
At three months into my realization I was a Hellenic I must honestly admit there were days I still wanted to be an atheist. This waned with each passing day.
I’ve always been on this path, from the moment I was born. There was no definitive point in my life where I said “I am now a pagan”, I just always have been.
Although born into a “christian” household, the moment I was capable of organised thought, there was a self-awareness that I was not the same as the rest of my family. Its just been a long slow process of learning that it is ok to be different, and learning that there was actually a name for what I beleived.