It was a long time ago that I first encountered a warm, comforting, motherly and deeply powerful Goddess, who appeared and spoke to me through grown trees. She is a very calm, patient and wise aspect of Mother Nature, who has since been a most loved guide to me through many years. I came to call her the Loving Mother Goddess of Trees, and would like to share my experiences of her with you.
(rant warning, and lengthy personal experience stories warning)
A belief is running rampant across the youth in schools and universities that the only way to enjoy oneself and that involves a lot of crowd, noise, loud music, ingesting large amounts of mind altering substances and trying to get someone of your sexual preference interested in you. I am not exaggerating. I know people (and not only one or two) who you ask what they like to do or what they plan for their freetime and the response is: “…um… drinking. partying. what else can you do?”
For someone such as me who lives with not only a common sense but also a faith that dictates that one should keep their own body in the best condition they can, this is incomprehensible. If someone understands the party culture mentality, please try and enlighten me, I do want to try and understand my peers.
I am a spiritual person, and my faith is important to me. Here’s the catch though: I am Pagan, and I am a witch. This can be a potential source of skepticism, questioning, raised eyebrows, even scorn and hostility. Fortunately I have not yet been on the receiving end of anything dramatic, but I have heard enough from the experiences of fellow Pagans. As a result I have not been too vocal about my faith.
“A sagittis Hungarorum libera nos, Domine”
Lord, save us from the arrows of the Hungarians.