I was born in 1972 in south Louisiana in the month of February. To this day I am a stereotypical Aquarius. Although not stereotype Louisianan. As I grew older, I started interacting with my world like all babies do. I would notice everything, my family, our house, my crib, my room, the dog, smells of the bottle, the ruffle of clothes, the swaying of the rocker, the "see through" people, the wispy, spiraling, tingly strings floating in the air, the people with wings, the Lady and Man with the blue body made of the wispy strings, the way the Earth sang to me when I listened. Plus I liked it when I would fly around with the Wispys and travel to places. You know, the usual stuff.
Then I received probably the greatest shock of my life. I was the only one who paid attention to some of these things. They could see them, but they ignored them. Well, at least most of the time. My mom is blind. I noticed how the lack of physical sight affected her "color" (aura). And I didn't like it. So I decided I wasn't going to allow others' influence me. I was not going to give up my "sight".
My interaction with elementals/spirits/avatars/gods/goddesses/etc became more complex as I grew. I had many who liked me. The odd part was when I heard about a haunted house or someone's house being possesed. I invariably wound up there somehow. And the entity never disliked me. Some were distrustful at first. Then I showed them I was not there to force them to do anything. Only make sure they and their cohabitants understood each other. Usually these entities would move on to other places or pass on to the next. Some stayed and the house calmed.
I noticed how things became different as the seasons went on and the year passed. I noticed I could change reality by thinking about it. Usually just small things. Then I noticed if I performed certain actions or "dances", my influence was stronger. To help me understand this, I read various books. From fiction to nonfiction. I read about some of the world's well known psychics: Cayce, Simmons, Montegomery (sp), etc. I felt a sort of connection with some of them. I was entranced by it. Yet I knew I would eventually need some help figuring it all out.
My parents weren't real religious. We went to church for weddings, funerals, Christmas, and Easter. But that was it. So as I hit my teen years, I became involved in the Catholic Church. I even taught Catechism for 3 years. Then I graduated high school and went off to college.
I grew up in a small town, 2x3 miles generally. Now I was living in a small city. The number of people and personalities was amazing. I met people from all walks of life: poor/rich, religious/scientific, nice/mean, good/evil, smart/dumb, etc/etc. And I felt I could understand and sympathize with them all. Then I met her. Rae. She was amazing. I was utterly drawn to her. We went to the park and talked. I learned the word Wiccan. I learned about the Goddess and the God. She was my first mentor. And still my very good friend.
Later I did a self dedication. Actually, it was a reaffirmation. As I read about the ceremony, I realized I had performed this long ago when I was a child. Only, then I didn't know it was called dedication. I've have been a Wiccan for some years now. I am a solitary yet have several friends who are followers of the Old Ways: Wiccan, Shaman, Egyptian, Celtic, etc.
Side note: Since birth I have been able to remeber past lives. I don't really recall a great bit of detail. Usually just type of life and what sex and what time period. Names and other particulars are hard to remember. However, I have been able to recall it with regression. Although a few days later I forgot it. I took this to mean, I should move on and take what I can remember from the past only. Live in the now.
Blessed Be CJ
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