Revised and Expanded Spiritual History

When I was fourteen I experienced a “spiritual awakening”. I can’t really explain what happened. All I know is that one day, as I was lost in thought, I suddenly realized what I wanted to do with my life. I knew that I wanted to be a writer, or some other kind of artist, but that seems so insignificant now. It was like the simple knowing of seeing a road ahead of me opened me up somehow to higher things. I saw the world in this new light and it was alive, beautiful and, well, spiritual. It was as if a veil lifted and I could see the spiritual world and the physical. My heart opened and overflowed.

I had been started to read the Harry Potter books when I was twelve and for the first time I discovered the wonder of a escaping into a world more magical than my own. Yes, I went to extremes with it and soon learned what true worship was. I created altars to the world of Harry Potter and became emotionally involved with the story so deeply that it was unhealthy. But that’s another tale. The fact is, I discovered at fourteen that I was capable of creating my own worlds to escape into. Thus, writing and art became my focus.

I had always known, without a doubt, that there was a higher being, a Creator, someone who understood me and loved me. Being brought up a Christian (though a rather nontraditional one) I identified this being as God. I had often felt His presence strongly when I was in church, but not because I listened to the sermon. It was because I was still and listened to that Presence that I could not ignore. The goings-on of the church service meant nothing to me and I assumed they weren’t particularly thrilling to God either since He was obviously wrapped up in a conversation with me.

So when I had this “spiritual awakening” I felt again that Presence, only this time I wasn’t in a church. It was with me all the time. My eyes were opened to the natural world around me and I saw something more beautiful and more spiritual than any church building. I saw Nature. I talked to God through all things that grew, especially trees. I talked to God through the stars, the sun and the moon. However, when I say I “talked” to God I mean that I communed. My words were few, but the language of my heart I let flow towards this Great Spirit. I truly began to believe in magic.

My connection to nature grew very strong and I began to feel individual presences. Earth spirits, if you will. I no longer saw a tree, a flower and a rabbit. Instead I saw a spiritual beings in a spiritual world.

I remember once, when I was walking home from school and talking to nature in soft whispers that no one could hear, that I discovered that I could feel spiritual energy coming from the bush a was running my fingers through. My fingers tingled. I experimented by pulling energy out of the leaves and then sending it back in. To me, this seemed an a very intimate way of communing with the energies in nature. Later I would learn this technique as Reiki and learn how to use it properly not just on plants, but on the human and animal bodies for healing.

My sister and our close friend Jessie became interested in the world of fairies and soon my spiritual tie to the Earth and the Divine took on a more solid outline. We walked any forest we could, calling out fairy chants and leaving gifts of flowers and sweet cakes and drinks, hoping for a glimpse of one of our winged friends. Through this we learned patience, concentration and quietness. We learned how to blend in with the Earth, to feel one with it. Though we knew it not, we had become advanced in meditation.

I also felt a oneness with the trees especially and felt sure that there were spirits or fairies of some kind who lived in them and were the essence of trees. In my backyard there was a particularly handsome tree. I felt a strong connection with it and often spent time sitting underneath it or exploring it (or, at least, the parts I could reach). It wasn’t long after this that I began writing a story about a girl who could talk to plants and animals. This girl had a tree that she confided in named Mr. T. He was based on my favorite tree, which I then began calling by that name and even talking to. At night when I was lonely or couldn’t sleep, I would imagine that Mr. T left his tree and came to sit with me and talk with me.

Me, my sister and Jessie soon found that others shared our love of the Fae, though perhaps in not such a childlike manner. We discovered the wonders of metaphysical shops and New Age music. This soon led me to the internet where I frequented such sites as http://www.newage.com.au. Here is where I, with my spiritual life thirsting, took the lead and started sprinting down the path of this spirituality that centered around nature and the Divine Spirit who made it and dwelt within it. I didn’t read much, though. I found most of the articles hard to read. I wasn’t familiar with any of the terminology or practices. I learned more just by being in nature and going where my heart lead.

This was around the year 2000 and reality shows about haunted houses and spirit mediums were at their height. My sister and our friend were, of course, big fans of these shows. We were soon using the Ouija board, holding séances and doing automatic writing, all of which truly delivered results (much to our pleasure). It wasn’t long before I decided I wanted to be a medium and help spirits on their way to heaven. Unfortunately, we didn’t know how to correctly use a Ouija board and ended up with some bad experiences. I left my desire to be a medium behind at sixteen.

I knew that I was psychic. Granted, I’ve always been very sensitive and spiritual (true to my Cancer zodiac sign) . I cpuldread people very well (though I don’t by any means use this as excuse to judge a person before getting to know them). I got deja vous so much that it became annoying. I would have dreams that came true. However, something more started happening. When talking to Spirits I always heard them better than the others. I was very sensitive towards energies that objects held. For instance, we went to the history museum when I was 14 and I was bombarded with horrifying images of what every artifact has lived though. I was so spooked and overwhelmed by the intensity of events these objects had lived though (this was a World War II museum) that I had to leave and regain my energy and composure.


This same year my liver disease reoccurred in my new liver, which had been transplanted into me three years prior, when I was eleven. I was put on a high dose of steroids at this time and, let me tell you, steroids mess with my emotions. It’s like having horrible PMS, times ten. The steroids not only made me puffy (which is very hard on a girl in middle school who didn’t have many friends or a lot of self-confidence) but I would also start crying for no reason at all. Then I started just feeling numb. I began to hate myself so much that I would cut my arms.

When I was fifteen, almost sixteen, my mom sent me to a therapist she knew.

“You’ll like her, Becca. She’s into very spiritual things, just like you.”

I did like her. Not only was she spiritual, but she had some illnesses just like mine. I wasted no time in telling her that I was a psychic, I wanted to be a spirit medium and urged her to share with me what her spiritual experiences were. She asked if it would be okay if she used the Bible so we could read what it had to say on the matters at hand. I figured, why not? The Bible is a spiritual book, though I’d never read it before.

From them on my Bible studies began and after that led to do a Bible prophecy seminar which then led me to the Seventh-Day Adventist Church. I was now a born-again Christian and not only that I was a fundamentalist born-again Christian. My family was not pleased.

My family are Christians, but they’re more like Unitarians than Seventh - day Adventist. I had been brought up the Episcopal Church, though I don’t remember learning much about God there. Most of what I knew about God my mother had taught me. She taught me that God was both male and female or rather, that God was beyond gender. She taught me to be respectful off all religions and beliefs. Why, growing up we celebrated lots of cultural holidays because my mom wanted us (me and my sister, Natalie) to be culturally informed. We were always given freedom to choose our own paths, but I guess the whole Seventh - day Adventist thing wasn’t exactly what my family had had in mind.

As I progressed in my Christian walk I became more and more conservative. I don’t know why I went to such extremes, but at the time I felt I was doing it do give myself over to God and follow His Law completely and distance myself from worldly things. My Ouija Board, tarot cards and many other such things were given away. I made sure all fiction books (especially Harry Potter) were out of my sight. I wore dresses full time and sometimes even wore a head covering. My rock music was thrown out, I didn’t do anything on Saturdays but go to church, eat, go outside, study my Bible and pray. I took on my role as a mere woman who should always submit to man and cast off my worldly friends.

My life was completely different. Instead of glorying in the Earth I had to be careful to worship the Creator and not the creation. No books of fairy tales were to be seen by my eyes again and the only music that found my ears were hymns.

I struggled so much because I wanted my old life, but I knew it was bad and that hell would be my place if I should return to that old life. I did have wonderful times of communion with God and of being filled with his love, but the style of worship that was expected of me was hard. I wanted to burn incense and candles and have beautiful things on an altar. I wanted to sing songs that spoke to my heart. Somehow I had turned the understanding God of my youth, the God I talked to in the trees and the air and the skies, into a harsh judge. I needed to find my real God again.

When I was nineteen I started to fall away. I became so sick of everything. I just couldn’t do it anymore. Little by little, and full of fear that I would be “caught” I started wearing pants, listening to rock music and doing my hair. At some point I made a huge betrayal of God (in my mind) and set out some cakes in my backyard for the faeries, also saying a little prayer. To me, this was idol worship and a great sin, but it felt so right, so natural and so fulfilling.

I came back to my conservative form of Christianity a few times, but each time I fell away again and always a little further. The biggest rebellion of all was when I started reading Harry Potter again. But by that point I didn’t care if I went to hell or not. At least I was happy and that was all I cared about. I wanted to spend my life being happy and following my heart. And in my heart of hearts I knew the true God didn’t judge me but that I was where I was supposed to be. You can imagine that my Christian friends didn’t take this too well.

Now here I am, 21-years-old and I started looking for the fairies again a few weeks ago. In fact you couldn’t drag me off of my laptop for days. I soon found Wicca which was not at all what I had expected it to be. It wasn’t dark, it was all about oneness with the Earth! The beauty of doing something meaningful with your prayers (doing a spell or rite) spoke straight to my heart. I began contacting pagan groups in Lincoln to find out about classes and things like that. I wasn’t ready to be Wiccan yet or anything, but I was definitely ready to learn. I found some of the most amazing people in these groups and, though they’ve only known me a few weeks, it’s like I’m part of their family now.

I’m starting to feel at home with my spirituality again. The more I read about Wicca the more it speaks to me. So do I worship the devil now? God forbid! I worship the same God whom I have worshipped since my youth. I’m leaning more about His/Her character, too. Do I still believe in the state of the dead? Yes. What about the spirit guides? I’ve gotten to know them again and they are amazing. They need a blog post all their own. How about the Sabbath? I haven’t thought about the Sabbath in a long time. I do still believe it is a blessed day and perhaps I should treat it in a more spiritual matter. However, I will go out and buy lunch on the Sabbath. I just don’t understand anymore why that is such a big deal. Do I still go to church? No. Number one, my health doesn’t always allow me. Number two, even at the best of times I get nothing out of church and usually end up offended anyway. However, I may be attending a Bible study next month.

I want to state now that I do not regret my time as a conservative, Seventh-Day Adventist Christian. I had some truly spiritual times and I was sincere in all I did. When I truly connected with the God I believed in in my heart it was amazing. However, the time has come for me to follow what I believe and what makes me happy. I won’t put labels on myself just yet because my beliefs come from lots of religions, both Pagan and Christian. I figure, if I go to hell at least I lived my life the way I felt was right and I was happy. If something doesn’t feel right or doesn’t make me happy then I won’t do it.

Right now I’m exploring Wicca and Druidry most deeply, although I’m dipping my toes into Shamanism and Eastern religions (I do yoga, meditation and am in the process of getting my Reiki training and attunements).

A lot of my learning is done through book reading, watching stuff on YouTube and reading articles on the internet. Right now my favorite authors are Scott Cunningham, Diane Stein, Silver Ravenwolf and Raven Grimassi. If you want to find out more about what books I read, what websites I frequent and what videos I like, feel free to contact me.

Oh, and by the way, I finished the Harry Potter series but this time in a healthy state of mind. :)

May you all find your spirituality and peace. Blessed Be.



MySpace comment by Seth Duncan:

I don't know you much outside of Unionaires, but I applaud you for seeking the truth for yourself. In spiritual moments of truth the human soul is vulnerable, especially when it has gone through such dramatic polarizations as yours has. I can tell you're thirsty in many ways, and that you hope for your life to benefit this planet. Just keep trusting God to lead you to where your life will find real validation, and where your desire to do His will finds its most obvious outlet. Anytime you're following God, you're right where you need to be. Keep searching for Him, and conversing with Him. I will pray for you.

My reply:

Hi Seth,
I am happily surprised to see that you read and commented on my blog. Thank you! I've read many of your blogs and some of your brother's, too and have found them to be a refreshing reminder of our need for balance, but also the struggle we go through to keep that balance.

You're right, I am thirsty. I've always been thirsty. I'm like a spiritual sponge or something...my poor friends are probably exhausted by my crazy spiritual life.

I do trust God with my life. This is of the utmost importance to me, especially right now while I'm waiting to receive another liver transplant and my health is so bad. When you're so close to death and you spend what feels like half your time in the ER, you just have to trust God. I know He always works out all things for good.

Thank you so much for your prayers. I believe in the power of prayer and it means a lot to me when people pray for me.

MySpace comment from James:

This was a great blog! I enjoyed reading about your spiritual experiences and how you have gotten to where you are now...or back to where you started or somewhere in between, whichever fits best. Stories like this always get me thinking. I make no secret of disillusionment regarding the Seventh-day Adventist Church and Christianity as a whole. While I know that everyone does not feel the same as I do when it comes to religion/spiritual matters, I do believe that everyone can relate to a desire for internal peace. I don't think there is a correct answer to the Wicca or Christianity question you pose to yourself at the end of your blog. Which one brings you peace of mind? No matter what realm a person chooses to search, the ultimate objective is finding that Peace. I will not pretend to know any in-depth details about Wicca (it's pantheistic and generally peaceful), but I do have a good understanding of Christianity (especially SDA) and in my opinion it's six of one, half a dozen of the other. I don't mean that as an insult. They are all belief systems attempting to bring people the same thing; peace. Maybe the hippies of the 60s had it right the whole time...

I don't know if there is a God the way Adventists and other Christians believe or some other higher power out there, but I do know that we have life in the hear-and-now and that there is no guarantee or warranty on that life. Doing things that make us truly happy (and not masking some type of problem) is the best thing we can do for ourselves when it comes to that "spiritual world". Life can be taken away at any time, it is foolish to waste time battling over belief systems which are allegedly peaceful. Don't get me wrong I do believe that there are basic moral standards that we should live by and I'd be lying if I said it wasn't influenced by western-Christianity, but that does not make it solely "Christian" at the core as they have existed long before the 1st century CE.

It is my desire to live as freely in body, mind, and spirit as possible. Though I sometimes lose perspective, I find myself a happier person when I keep that spiritual freedom close to my heart.

Whoops, this got long! Didn't mean to blog hog!

My reply:

Blog hogging is totally allowed! I always hope that my blogs will make people think and I like to hear where their train of thought is. Also, I like it when people comment on certain points of the blog or ask questions because it gives me a chance to clarify. Sometimes it's hard for me to express myself in a way that others understand and I don't want people to be confused or get the wrong idea from something I said.

Do I totally 100% agree with everything Wicca teaches? Heck no! Just as I don't 100% agree with what SDAs or other Christians teach (although I can say the latter with more confidence because I spent years studying that religion and I've been studying Wicca for only a month or less now). Wiccans also have a lot of false concepts about Christians. You have no idea how much I have to read between the lines sometimes. But, I have to do that when Christians talk about Paganism, too, so...

I'm not interested in getting involved with a church or anything like that. I'm not studying Wicca to make new friends (though that's been a wonderful side-effect, lol!), to get involved with a coven or to perform cool rites. I'm studying Wicca to get closer to my spirituality. Yes, I go to events and meetings with my Pagan friends and I attend workshops but that's about it. I have chosen to be a solitary practitioner (if I were to place myself in the Wiccan category) because I know my spiritual path is my own and only I can walk it. Personally, I just do better by myself (something my church life just would not allow, as you know).

Also, "being Wicca" does not require that you forsake your previous religion. I see obvious examples of this in a pagan group I attend where we have a Jew, a Christian, some Wiccans and some people like me who are just a weird hybrid or lots of things.

But anyway, you're right. Peace is what we aspire to and the peace that my current spiritual path brings me is great (now if only the menopause would leave me alone...). There's no constant need to get down on your knees and beg for forgiveness, no need to watch your every step in case sin should be lurking. There is only following your heart and taking responsibility for your actions. Works for me, because I swear, if I ever have to go back to my old, "Dear-Lord-forgive-me-I-ate-cheese-and-watched-3-seconds-of-television" life I'll go nuts.

Holiday Health Update

Hi Everyone,

The past week or so has not been a good one for me health-wise. I overdid it over the weekend (even though my body was telling me to stay home and rest) and then on Monday I collapsed. Actually, I started collapsing Sunday night...The point is, I've spent the week basically not moving from my recliner. My pain hasn't been as bad as usual, but I've been so weak and tired. Sleeping is as hard as ever and the menopause isn't helping with anything. I've been doing a lot of Reiki on myself, which has helped magnificently. So has my work with crystals and gemstones. I've also been using my old methods or aromatherapy, herbal teas, herbal/aromatherapy baths and meditation as well. Sometimes all I have the energy to do is close my eyes and meditate and this gives me a chance to let my imagination soar and do things I can't do in real life!

However, migraines have been an almost daily occurrence. I probably have 1-2 days a week where I don't have a migraine. The rest of the time I'm relying on my Imatrex and natural remedies to get me through it.

The pain doctors are now having me take the 12-hour, slow-release narcotics and only allowing me to use the regular ones when I absolutely have to; and if I do, I have to log it. This has been okay since I've just been staying in, but I rely on those narcotics to allow me to do normal things, like going out with friends or cleaning the rat cages.

This weekend is a busy one for me, what with Yule, getting ready for Christmas, babysitting and an Omaha trip (for fun with friends, not to see doctors). And now I've come down with a lovely cold, so my disappointment that I may have to miss these things is mounting. So is my worry that I won't be able to meet expectations. Speaking of which, if you do not receive a Christmas card or gift from me or receive one late, I am very sorry. I've been trying my hardest, but there's only so much I can do and I've already run myself into the ground with overwork many times these past couple of months. My mom, also, has been working like a mad woman to make money and, in her spare time, to take care of me and my sister. So I apologize ahead of time for any lack of gifts or cards. I have not forgotten you!

Blessings to you all!