I’ve never quite been sure what Wicca meant, and I’m still not quite sure, but here’s my experiences. I hope it maybe helps someone new.
I only really became aware of Wicca when one of my friends said it, and I was understandably confused. I never asked them directly, or even really mentioned anything about it to them. But soon after, I checked online to find a thriving community, a lot of which takes place here. I started off like everyone else, testing and experimenting to see what was and wasn’t in the craft. I tried to specialize in dreams and clairvoyance in them, but that never really worked out. I asked questions, and felt embarrassed every time I got slightly criticized. There have been a couple of times when I haven’t said things because I was too scared.
In fact, I stopped participating in the community for a while, chasing other obsessions I had. Then I tried a different aspect entirely, patron gods. I began to meditate every once in a while, and felt I had begun to make contact. Of course, things quickly changed. The first thing was that I had one coincidence, and took that to the extreme. The god I had been hoping to reach out to was entirely wrong, and that felt disappointing to me. I did continue however, and eventually did reach out to one. This character had many similarities to Eurus, a god I had not heard of beforehand. The only thing I couldn’t figure out was why they covered their face with a good from their robes.
A realization hit me later, that this wasn’t a god, but more of a self-reflection that had hints of Eurus, maybe even inspiration on the off chance that I had heard of him before. The accumulated effects definitely made me push away everything here. That takes us to about present day, where I suppose I should explain why I am even posting this story.
A few nights ago, I had a wonderful dream where I had three wants. Each one was extremely selfish by all measures in normal society. Yet, I was content in this dream. It’s kind of the idea that I think more religions should try to take, that “sinning” is perfectly natural, but not accepting yourself wanting them is the only true “sin”. Anyways, back on topic, I think of a new location for meeting myself in a way. Because of the dream, I felt ready to accept that this was just a reflection I was relying on comfort for.
My first interaction with this world was blurry and fast, like waking up. There was a birch forest in all directions, a mask with three eye holes (like a compass), which only covered above the nose, and the mask sat on a ring of stones that surrounded a small puddle. There was another person, my reflective guide, I suppose. They had pure white hair, which could have been feathers, and a long one colored trench coat that was pure white as well.
I felt happy just seeing the world. I entered the world a second time. The puddle was replaced by a fire, and this time everything was more concrete. I asked the other person what their name was, and their reply was Dakota. Dakota was wearing the mask now, but looking away. I saw everything different for a moment, Dakota’s hair turning rainbow along with the trench coat. I left shortly after.
The third time has been the last time so far, and it really shows my issue. I’m at the area again. The area around the fire is a bit bigger now, with a couple of bedrolls. It’s still just Dakota and me, and I realize the problem. I tell Dakota that he doesn’t have to wear the mask. The mask represented my inner issues. I wanted to be a different person, to hide away part of who I am. Dakota grinned, and the mask fell away. I saw Dakota the way I was meant to, with just one difference. The mask held back the way his face had been painted, colored with every color of the rainbow. I fell away from the world immediately afterwords.
So thank you for reading this, and thanks to the community in general.
Wow really impressive! Your story was very didactic too, in the sense of of knowing our inner self better.
To tell the truth, I have had several dreams that tell me a hidden message about my spiritual or magickal way of living, thinking, and a secret that I must reveal. However, my dreams are still "hints or unresolved puzzle" to me Your story inspired me to see my dreams maybe from a different way of thinking.
Yeah, finding one's path can be an adventure, as you've described. My path in paganism has evolved so much over the years I can barely keep the story straight!
If you are still confused a bit by what Wicca is and isn't, you can find some information athttps://www.spellsofmagic.com/read_post.html?post=637268 that might help you.
