If you think you know what Wicca is and it's all about 'Witches and Ghouls and Spirits and Goblins' and all that scary stuff...WAKE UP. It's not just these things. It's a part of you that no one can take up in your heart. It is who and what you are.

Alright...Christianity and Wicca...hehehehe

Christianity is a copy of Wicca with a few minor changes such as difference of the holidays and the days. Catholics are more likely to be able to change from Christian to Wicca BECAUSE Catholics see the Virgin Mary (copy of the Goddess over time) as the mother of God and a very important woman.

God and Goddess: God (creater) and Goddess (Mary) = (God) Jesus

...let's recap that last part: God and the Goddess mate, the God dies and the Goddess mourns however knows that the God will be reborn from her womb during Yule. Basically...the God impregnates the Goddess, dies, and is reborn as her son but still the God.

HENCE: Christianity-God impregnates Goddess (Mary), she has a child (Jesus), (God does not die cause he's just special...yea sure.), Jesus however dies (God/son of God: AKA GOD!!) and is reborn on the third day and goes to Heaven and POOF, he's God.

That's why SOME Christians believe that God and Jesus are the same, usually Catholics believe this.

~*~Look at history people, you will see that Paganism was out WAY before Christianity~*~

When you hear of your best friend losing a loved one, you feel the pain of not being able to help them cope with their own pain. However, when you lose your close loved one, it’s a feeling that you can neither compare nor contrast with any other. Losing my grandfather, whom I called Pap, was the moment that I realized that nothing stays the same and yet nothing changes.

“Mike! Mike!” I can still recall my mom yelling through the bedroom door. Pap always locked it, it was an old habit of his. She had ran to get a screwdriver and pick at the lock while I stood by the dining room table, talking to my grandmother on the phone, terrified. It wasn’t like Pap not to wake up at the first robin’s chirp or a drop of dew to fall from a leaf. He was a very light sleeper.

Mom jumbled with the screwdriver and finally opened the door and stopped for a moment to see him still lying in bed. She walked around the bed and knelt down, shaking him only to find that he was ice cold.

My mother said that she felt as if “my blood thinned.” She knew he was gone. She took the phone from my grasp and told Granny. Tears ran down her face as she said “goodbye” and called 911.

While she talked to the police over the phone, I stepped into the room and looked at Pap. I walked around the bed and stood there, looking at him, feeling so helpless that I couldn’t do anything for him. Being the only grandfather I ever knew, I was told by many that I took it as a hard blow.

Mom walked in and told me the ambulance was on their way. I nodded and walked out silently, pondering the meaning of life.

Sitting in his favorite blue recliner, I wondered how could life be so painful when it should be bliss? Why did people have to hurt so much? I didn’t even go to his Wake. I had lost faith in the Christian God and became agnostic the day my grandmother spread Pap’s ashes over the Smoky Mountain Range.

Years went by and I graduated high school three years after we found Pap. We had a party but I still felt I was being wrong to myself, not telling mom I was agnostic since that period of my life.

Crying later in my room because he wasn’t there to see me in my proudest moment yet, I felt alone. Even if there was enough company to fill our home twice over, it felt as if I knew no one and they didn’t know me. They just seemed to filter around that day and I couldn’t take it anymore that night. That was the last time I recall crying since the death of Pap.

Driving around one day, mom and I went down to a place called Coal Town and walked around a little while. Dodging the four-wheelers that sped by, we walked a path into the woods. I told her then that I was agnostic and she didn’t say anything.

“Mom, I’ve been thinking a lot over the years about God and everything.” I looked up at her and she lifted a brow back at me. “I mean, think about it. If this is supposed to be his work, why does he destroy it? Why not just let everyone be infertile and never reproduce, no killings, no destruction of nature and life?”

“I’ve been thinking some about that too.” she said quietly, “I often wonder why he lets the kids be hurt and why he won’t get them out of bad situations.” This was a more personal reason to us for confidential reasons.

“Well, I don’t know but I’m pretty sure I’m agnostic.” I blurted and looked straight on the path that we were walking on at the time.

“What’s agnostic?” Mom asked. She was still new to the feeling that there may not be a God.

“It’s where I believe in a higher being but not necessarily the Christian God. I believe in some things like them but I don’t believe in going to church or some of the silly things some of them do.” I didn’t mean it as offense, I just meant that I didn’t believe in some of the customs, mainly Catholic since my grandmother and dad are both strict Catholics and I never did get it.

“Ah.” Mom nodded and looked as if she was caught in a trance.

“Mom?” I looked at her, concerned a bit about what she would think of me since I told her my religious views.

“I’ve been talking to a Wicca person. He’s been telling me some things and I’ve read into it. It’s not as scary as I thought it was. The powers, yes, the people, no.”

I’ve had many friends that were Wicca and I understood what she meant. I always wanted to learn more about it but was too afraid to ask in fear that I’d be turned into a tree or something else. However, I did meet her friend and learned it’s not at all what people think it is.

There is a line between Wicca and Witchcraft yet it is part of one. I’m in the process of studying it more to figure out exactly who I am and why I’m here.

It sure is a hilarity of what a death of a loved one can do to you. Pap died and I feel as if I have been “reborn.” Even though he was straight up and down, honor-the-Pope Catholic, I think he’d understand and still be very proud of me. At least I hope so.

No, either you want it so bad you can't see straight or you don't want to know anything about Wicca. It's all or nothing in this realm of religion. It's either you are devoted or your not. There is no 'in between' as in Christianity where: Welllllll, I do believe in God BUT...no no no, I don't think so. You either believe that the God is the man and the man is the God and the Goddess is the woman and the woman is the Goddess or you don't.

Let me put it this way for that last part:

Goddess: one with the woman, the woman IS the Goddess, not like her. Not associated with her. IS the Goddess.

God: one with the man, the man IS the God, not like him. Not associated with him. IS the God.

In Wicca, the man and woman (God and Goddess) are a unit, a pair, a whole.

The man and woman are EQUAL not some hubbly shit like the government puts as: woman have equal rights and then we get discriminated against because we 'can't' do something like a man which often leads to failure to be hired or paid at the same rate at a job or something along those lines.

Alright, some REASONS why Adam and Eve COULD NOT have been the first and only people on Earth:

1. a woman made from a man's rib? Think about it, the male today would have ONE LESS RIB than the female...O.o;;

2. their kids: incest...nuff said

3. according to the Scientific study of incest, close family ARE NOT TO have children because of deformities

------SO THAT'S WHY WE'RE NOT PERFECT!!!

Really people, think before you believe in something. Here's a few questions to ask yourself...aka: the 5W1H:

1. What religion am I if I am one?

2. Why am I that religion?

3. When did I start to believe?

4. Where does it begin? Why there?

5.Who do I see as my 'God' or otherwise?

6. How do I go about being devoted to my religion? Are there any certain practices I have to do? Sacrifices? How do they affect my view on life and me included?

~*~Have fun with that test on yourself!!!~*~

This is a bit more complicated. A witch does not have to be Wicca and you don't have to be a witch to be Wicca. Get it?

To be a witch, you could be Wicca or you could be Catholic, Baptist, Buddhist, Hindu, etc...

To be Wicca, you do NOT have to be a witch.

Differences:

White Magic: Pure, the inner light

Black Magic: Evil, dark forces

Green Witchcraft: has MUCH to do with nature and the environment

Solitary Witch: a witch who does not or rarely forms a circle with any other witch

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Now, about their rules...

Law of Return: Whatever is sent, comes back 3 fold. (Caution: Be careful what you wish for)

Whatever you do not see as right, is not for you. (Quote on bottom of page)

~*~DO NOT do anything that is not comfortable with you and your values.

~*~DO NOT try to be who you are not meant to be.

---If you do not know who you are meant to be, wait it out, don't jump to a conclusion or anything JUST BECAUSE someone else is doing it. That's called a "FAD." Take a psychology or sociology course people, IT WORKS WONDERS.

Never be untrue to yourself. Don't lie to yourself thinking it 'SHOULD' be good because you 'WANT' it to be good.

~*~Basically, be yourself and don't do anything because of what others do. It may be appropriate to them and not to you so don't do it. Don't feel that you are under any pressure. Take it as slow as possible, DO NOT rush into the religion without knowing what it is!!!!

We're taught to be a certain religion by our parents even if they do not mean to steer us that way...we are always wanting to please our parents and will go to any costs to do so. I know this for a fact because I do it ALL THE TIME.-Trying to break that habit.

Do not become something if you don't want to. Be true and never let anyone else make the decision for you. It could lead to devastating occurences...or worse. Like the saying goes, "There are things FAR worse than death."