I live in SouthWest Iowa, and I was a Christian (along with the throngs here in Iowa) for many years. After a chance encounter with the occult I began thinking differently than a Christian should. I felt that reading tarot cards, palms, and using the oujia board weren't sins, and that they were a good source of information, and I took them seriously. Because of this, my parents lovingly called me "little satan worshipper" for awhile (it WAS kind of funny), but they took everything well.
Anyways, since The Christian views didn't tie-in with my own, I couldn't just keep "sinning" so I found a religion that did suit my needs, and I'm very happy with it. Here I have a religion that I can actually dwell with the dieties, talk with them, and not feel ashamed for doing things that come natural to me.
I like to read, write (novels), play really good music on the piano or in band, go walking in the woods--especially in the winter when it's so quiet and dead. I love full moons, cats, mysteries, and doing things that scare me. I have this need to prove to myself over and over, that I can overcome my fears. When scary things happen, I am the last from the room, staying just a little over to prove myself I can.
I do not mention my religion to my parents or family, because it wouldn't do me any good, except make my life exceedingly difficult--it's good to use caution when deciding who to tell and who to leave out--even though this is the ninety's (and almost the 2000 s!) there is still alot of fear and hatred out there for those who are different, and we cannot enlighten them all.
So, now You've read alot of stuff you didn't care to read, but did anyways.
Hey, you wanted to know =)!
Merry Part all,
& Blessed Be, Kara
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