I don't really know what to say. I am on a journey of re-discovery. I lost touch with who I was for so long, that by the time I went looking for myself, I was gone having left no forwarding address. I have in the last 2 years turned my back on a large number of my friends and family, some for the better, some I really miss and wish I was not too ashamed to look them in the eye. I have learned, and grown, and found out that I can't get by in this world without fighting on the terms set by whats around me. That has meant getting my ethics a little dirty and making self realizations that sickened me, but the results have been incredibly satisfying. I never knew how much good it would do me to be this bad. I tip my hat to those people whom I was blessed to call friends and whose wisdom though late to be appreciated, still helped me to grow!
I came to study magick by what I guess to be natural inclination. I cannot remember a time when I did not believe in those things that lie between myself and the God and Goddess, even when I had no conception of who they were. I have been told that I have an old soul and that what I know of magick most likely comes from past life experience. I am only now starting to try and learn the structure of what I have been doing by instinct since I was a child. I found this site while trying to find a spell I might use to call a storm. Its now my homepage and I hope to be here for a long time to come.
If I were to label myself, it would be with the label my first and only (so far) teacher gave me, that of "Wild Mage". Should anyone here come up with better I will gladly consider it.
The teacher whom I mention stopped offering me instruction when I attempted a ritual of my own device. I was having difficulty concentrating on my home work one afternoon and decided that I wanted silence. In said ritual, I thought of the most peaceful and quiet place I could imagine, that being a cemetery and to the best of her knowledge and my description, I summoned the Angel of Death. She warned me that I was very lucky to still be among the living and that were I foolish enough to call him again I would most likely perish. She thought in both our best interests that she cease to teach me. She said that my innate powers were far to much for her to act as my instructor and wished me the best. That was 17 years ago. Now I am here, a grown man seeking to find a practical use for what I have inside me, an energy looking for an outlet, and I only hope I can safely harness this gift before I release it to stretch out and venture forth into the world.
