In those days, my mother also introduced me to Tarot cards, and we frequented a New Age store with bumper stickers on the wall. We would go into a Christian chat room and say blasphemous things to try to get a reaction out of the other people in the room. As a family, we mocked Christians both at home and anonymously in online chat rooms. There was a section in this book that warned Christians would try to convert me. I was taught to do no harm, or it would result in bad things for me. The basic morality of Wicca is that, whatever you send out into the universe, you get back times three. My parents bought me a book on Wicca, and that book became my bible. We apologized for ruining the circle and tried to replace the stones, though my parents told us not to worry about fixing it. By the end of our talk, I wanted to be Wiccan, too. My father continued to explain, in a very excited manner that completely drew me in, how witches and wizards were real, they could perform magic, and he and our mother were Wiccans. My father’s eyes had a magnetic sparkle to them as he asked, “What if I were to tell you that witches and wizards were real?” My brother and I glanced at each other and rolled our eyes. Later that evening, both our parents talked to us about it. She didn’t seem surprised when we told her about the circle, nor did she say anything when we told her we destroyed it. I still remember the look on my mother’s face when we told her about the circle, and her odd response was not lost on me. (Why satanists? I wonder to this day why we would have thought that.) Afterwards, we ran to the house to tell our mother what a great thing we had done. Thinking satanists must have snuck into our yard and built this thing, we proceeded to destroy it by kicking as many of the heavy stones out of place as we could. We stumbled upon a stone circle we had never noticed before the stones and the circle were clearly placed by human hands, in a pattern that pointed to their ritualistic purpose. When I was 11 years old, my brother and I were playing in our yard. My parents worked hard to provide for my brother and me, and they instilled in us a strong sense of right and wrong. I believed in an impersonal God and had a deep devotion to angels, though I am not sure where those beliefs originated. We were not religious at all in fact, our family had an anti-Christian attitude. I grew up in the beautiful mountains of Colorado with loving parents. Resources for Non-Catholic Clergy and Ministers.Bible and the Catechism in a Year Reading Plan.Supporting Members of the Coming Home Network.
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