This may very well be one of those posts that is going to generate bad responses and get locked down. I really hope it doesn't because I just need some guidance here.
As a baby I was baptised Catholic. My parents took me to church multiple times a week. I made my first communion, attended CCD classes, etc. My parents got divorced when I was 8. Our church told my parents that they could no longer attend. So neither did I.
When I was 11 my mother had remarried and we were looking for something to do with my new step father and step sister. We stumbled upon a Pagan festival. It was lovely. I fell on love with all things Pagan immeadiately. I read every book I could get my hands on. I built my own altar, etc. I started practicing on my own.
This has continued up until late last year. I was a high preistess helping to run a small close knit coven. I was raising my children to be Pagan.
Now, bear with me. I bet those of you who are really Christian are sitting with mouth agape imagining me doing voodoo or whatnot. It was never like that. For me it was all, always about nature and worshipping the beauty of the earth. I am a die hard tree hugger. When my coven got together for holidays, which were about spring fertility, honoring our beloved dead, the equinoxs, etc. we didn't stir large caldrons of vile brew containing eyes of newt. We love mother nature. We see and feel her in everything. That was what it was about. Rarely were there ever "spells" involved and when there were, they were more like prayers being directed for healing for a sick family member, or lighting a candle and wishing for a job, etc.
I don't feel that anything I ever did was wrong. Seriously.
But something changed. I have always wore a pentacle around my neck, a tiny one. I am not flashy about religion and I don't talk about it often. On Thanksgiving day 2008 I took off my pentacle necklace while I was dressing for the day and put on a string of pearls. Not a big deal. The thing is, I never put my pentacle back on.
It's now over 4 months later. It just hasn't felt right to put it back on. I haven't attended any Pagan gatherings at our church, no potlucks, dances, or bake sales or anything of the matter (Yes we have those too!).
My husband was brought up Catholic as well. Made his confirmation and everything. He has never been anything but supportive of my religion and I have always been supportive of him, we have attended both churches and celebrated both types of holidays and all that. My husband has never been a regular church goer in all the time I knew him. He was as a child and teen but by the time I met him when he was 28, who knows how long it had been since he had stepped foot in a church.
Alot of the time I have felt like maybe he holds back on showing his religion because he knows I'm different and maybe he's shy or something. I don't want that.
I guess I'm wondering if there is anyone here who has even changed their religious path? How did you know when it was time and which way to go? I feel so very lost and confused....
As a baby I was baptised Catholic. My parents took me to church multiple times a week. I made my first communion, attended CCD classes, etc. My parents got divorced when I was 8. Our church told my parents that they could no longer attend. So neither did I.
When I was 11 my mother had remarried and we were looking for something to do with my new step father and step sister. We stumbled upon a Pagan festival. It was lovely. I fell on love with all things Pagan immeadiately. I read every book I could get my hands on. I built my own altar, etc. I started practicing on my own.
This has continued up until late last year. I was a high preistess helping to run a small close knit coven. I was raising my children to be Pagan.
Now, bear with me. I bet those of you who are really Christian are sitting with mouth agape imagining me doing voodoo or whatnot. It was never like that. For me it was all, always about nature and worshipping the beauty of the earth. I am a die hard tree hugger. When my coven got together for holidays, which were about spring fertility, honoring our beloved dead, the equinoxs, etc. we didn't stir large caldrons of vile brew containing eyes of newt. We love mother nature. We see and feel her in everything. That was what it was about. Rarely were there ever "spells" involved and when there were, they were more like prayers being directed for healing for a sick family member, or lighting a candle and wishing for a job, etc.
I don't feel that anything I ever did was wrong. Seriously.
But something changed. I have always wore a pentacle around my neck, a tiny one. I am not flashy about religion and I don't talk about it often. On Thanksgiving day 2008 I took off my pentacle necklace while I was dressing for the day and put on a string of pearls. Not a big deal. The thing is, I never put my pentacle back on.
It's now over 4 months later. It just hasn't felt right to put it back on. I haven't attended any Pagan gatherings at our church, no potlucks, dances, or bake sales or anything of the matter (Yes we have those too!).
My husband was brought up Catholic as well. Made his confirmation and everything. He has never been anything but supportive of my religion and I have always been supportive of him, we have attended both churches and celebrated both types of holidays and all that. My husband has never been a regular church goer in all the time I knew him. He was as a child and teen but by the time I met him when he was 28, who knows how long it had been since he had stepped foot in a church.
Alot of the time I have felt like maybe he holds back on showing his religion because he knows I'm different and maybe he's shy or something. I don't want that.
I guess I'm wondering if there is anyone here who has even changed their religious path? How did you know when it was time and which way to go? I feel so very lost and confused....
