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What a diffult question this is!!! When indeed!?!
15 years ago, I injured my leg while walking to school (I was looking at some trees and a beautiful and empty golf course and walked right into a firehydrant, injuring my knee on one of the protrusions, Lol) later on, in study hall, my knee was throbbing disagreeably and hurting more all the time. I found myself absentmindedly moving my hand in patterns around the injured area, *pretending* to draw out the hurt.
I felt a little silly. It reminded me of a time when I was MUCH younger (toddler? at most 5) when I had done the same thing. I remembered the face of a cheif and medicine man that had superimposed itself over the moment then, and loomed so large to the child-me. I felt silly, but it connected me to an interesting moment in my past, and the sensation was new to me so I continued my “play” in a little while my knee felt better, but my hand hurt.
I had an deep need to touch metal. I touched the legs of the table. It helped somewhat. Then I felt a draw, a compulsion, to hold my hand under cold running water. I “knew” somehow it would make it feel better. As I got up to go do that a friend asked me where I was going, I told them what I was going to do, and when they asked why, I replied honestly, “I don't know. I just have to”
Later on, that friend asked me if I knew anything about “real magick” and loaned me a book, that eventually led to another book, which eventually led to Wicca. (I'll leave my feelings on that experience out here since they are posted on the “where do you worship?” thread”.
When I performed my Dedication ritual, in addition to “cleansing and consecrating” my ritual tools, I felt spontaneously called to cleanse, and consecrate myself. So in addition to my formal “Dedication” I ritually cleansed and consecrated myself “In strength and service to the Light”. I asked to be Spirit's tool wherever it had need of me.
It was scary to “give myself” wholly to the light , knowing that I was putting myself in a position to give up everything if Spirit required it of me. But it was an oath I felt called to give. I have always taken my committment seriously. Even though it was made very early in my understanding of many Truths, it was a deep soul felt oath, and I have always honored it. I was “outed” as Wiccan fairly early, and suffered months of very real “persecution” by my family, who was convinced I was going to hell and dealt with me very harshly.
However, I continued to be open about my beliefs, although, it was a matter I tried to keep quiet around my family for the sake of peace. In later years, I did some writing for spiritual publications, and started a group for other Pagans and spiritual seekers that lasted for several years until I had to let it go for personal/spiritual reasons.
I started a new group a few years ago that is fairly similar, if broader in topic). I have taught classes, spoken out on religious rights and otherwise serve in whatever ways Spirit calls me (a bigger more recent example being when I was told I should plan an “Earth festival” focusing on ways to live in harmony with the earth which has over the years (and much to my joy) come to include more spiritual aspects as well.
I really love this because these people who otherwise might never think outside of their religious “box” are having Sacred moments, and connecting wtih the Divine in a way that they otherwise might never be able to (when those connections were connected with “other” religions than thiers) We have had drum circles, meditation groups, and Eco friendly nuns leading multi-cultural (and multi-religious) Dances for Universal Peace.
I feel very blessed to have been able to help Spirit manifest this work(and all others in which I have had a part), and continued to be humbled by the way in which it has grown.
So how did my light begin to shine? I don't know.. I think it was always shining, just waiting to be set free- for my Light within to lead me to the Light without. It's a continuing journey…
An imperfect process to be sure, but I sense an amazing outpouring on the horizon, if only i could budge this little door… ; - )
In Great Love, Mercale
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