I look around me and gaze out of my window, I realise how differently I now see things compared to fourteen months ago. As I cast my mind back I see so many things I have learnt in this period and how happy I have become.
My life has changed a lot and the transition began in1998 when I began a new job. I made friends with one of the supervisors there and he is one of my bestest friends till this day. This was Andrew, Poetwitch’s son. We hit it off and we soon became firm friends. He was living with his sister at the time and we would go back to his for lunch. Our friendship progressed and we began to socialise outside of work too. During this time he returned to his mum’s house and I began to visit more often. Our nights in became nights out, and a small group of us started visiting ‘scary’ places. I was a bit of a wimp then and Andy was my ‘protector’ at these places. Our adventures became more daring. Some places we visited were unreal and we got a ‘ghost hunting’ bug. This indirectly led me to walking the Craft path.
Around this time I also began reading Tarot cards, it was something I was interested in which I did for close friends and myself. Most readings were pretty accurate; one such reading was for Andy.
I had met his mother a few times but had never had an in-depth conversation with her. Andy had mentioned that she was a witch and she had spoken about a few things whilst I was present, I was intrigued. I liked the sound of the religion and it was something that had crossed my mind several times in the past. I have a memory as a child of my sister asking what I wanted from the library. My answer was some spell books. Even as a child I had wanted to be a witch lol!
One evening, I was at Andy’s and he said that his mum wanted to have a chat with me as he had told her of our adventures and the reading I had done for him. I remember feeling nervous and excited at the same time. I didn’t know her very well but I had a thirst for what I could learn from her and the unexpected. That night the three of us sat in the front room, there was so much I wanted to know and ask but I couldn’t find the words. Poetwitch had noticed my interest in the Craft and said she would be willing to guide me along my path if I was willing to learn. But first I had to meet the Priest and Priestess of the coven.
I was excited and nervous about this meeting. A friend of mine came along out of mutual interest and there was another girl who was also interested. I didn’t really learn much that evening, I felt as though they were hiding a lot. This was because whenever questions were asked they sort of skirted around the issues and gave shady answers. I now understand why this was but I left that night none the wiser about what I was entering into. One good thing came from that evening; Poet was to teach me and a group of three others. I was glad of this as I felt more at ease with her than the Priestess.
A date was set and our lessons began. Poet began to guide the four of us from knowing nothing to knowing all our basic knowledge. Our lessons progressed slowly but surely and we learned the basics of the craft. Our history, the laws (my hand ached for days after writing these out lol), the elements, the Wiccan Rede, how to raise our energies, the list is endless. There was so much we were taught during these lessons, most of it so simple that we only needed our eyes opened and a little guidance. Poet taught me things that I would never of thought possible before.
