The humility in knowing
Hello there, I am tangent for now. When I found this site, I toyed with the idea of joining, but, set it aside at the time. Now that I am back, I am sure what my reasons for joining are. I have spent my entire adult life and a greater portion of my childhood in one form of the craft or another, I come from a latin/ arabic/ irish background. Being raised by what I now realize was a world village. At the ripe old age of 5, I began what I didn't realize at the time feeding my craft, it all began with an apple... But that is another story. Since then, I undertook the catholisized latin practice of taking care of one's saints. When at the age of 12- I would fall, my physical body would fall out as my spirit remained erect, watching what was going on around me. The first time this happened I was 12. After a slew of Doctors, tests, emergency room visits... it took one visit for the staff to claim it was a heart condition, and my heartbeat was irregular. Another visit, for them to realize that my heart was fine, and that it must be an inner ear problem. And yet another visit, for them to dispel each theory, all to say " I don't know "; at that time, a friend of my grand mother suggested that they take me to the
"curandera", a female form of shaman and as they packed me into a van, filled with white flowers, pungent colognes, and a mish mash of other trinkets, a multato woman sat next to me in her jade green frock, her afro reached down to the small of her back, at the time it reminded me of a head dress I would see in books. And in that first ride began my formal training. I kept with the curandera until I was 15 or so, to which i moved back the US and fell into the lore of La Ocha, And after several years of on again, off again practice, I realized that no matter how beautiful the path was, there was something else out there for me. I began with my first raymond buckland book when I was 17, it was a reference book for me at the time. Which I later came back to at 20 and began serious pursuit of my solitary path. However, one day.... I awoke, with a desire to remove it all. My books, my statues, my altar, some of my things, I stowed away.... but most were given new homes, I closed the door to my path then at 25. Now, 30, I am called to it once again, seriously evaluating the whats and why's. I can in full measure say that I closed the door then, because, I was not ready. I wanted to control, I wanted to influence people with my desires and to protect others as well as myself, I ran. I am not proud of this, but, I hope that this bit of nudity as an intro gives you all a sense of who I am, where I have been, and where I want to go... Today I stand, 30, with many kids, 6 total... some borrowed; some mine. I am an active duty spouse, who doesn't mind serving the "kool-aid", I am just not to keen on drinking it... Recently transferred to the South East Region from the West side of the US. I have lived abroad and have a gypsy heart...Since I am new, I am looking to make new friends, people whom are supportive and welcome a sometimes brazen opinion.
Merry Meet )0(
