My personal Testimony!

I was raised in a small town called Taunton, Mass. after having moved from Ellsworth Maine where I was born, where to this day, I do not know who my real mother and father were.

But because I know of the Sovereignty of God I know his personal care of my life.

I can go on with my life knowing his plans have my best interest at heart.

In his plan, I was adopted at birth by a very loving couple who were childless and really wanted me, my mother was a backsliding Baptist and my Father was an agnostic when it came to all things spiritual, but was hard working and level headed person.

Now you have to realize that I only found out about my adoption at 29; long after both my mom and my dad had died and I had already become a Christian. I received a letter from the social security administration telling me of a Sister who wished to get in touch with me.

My Sister told me that my real mom ( A full blooded native American Indian, of which I am proud to have in my bloodline.) wanted an abortion because she could not care for me and all my siblings, a fact I'm not proud of!

(But I know now that this act is the ultimate rejection of a child in the womb, not an act of love but selfishness.)

She was actually at the doors of the clinic when some pro-life people talked her into adoption instead of murdering me, thank God for those who will stand up and stand out in this world for something good; if they had not, I would be among the millions a dead babies in a dumpster somewhere in Maine.

I think you know where I stand on abortion as a result of this.

No amount of arguments can convince someone who would have died that a child in the womb is not human enough to live.

I was raised in a lower middle class family and not used to the so-called "good things in life" as far as wealth is concerned but I was very much loved and that's what really mattered anyway.

BUT....

all that was soon to change because of an utterly stupid decision of mine. I began to practice the occult in my teen years; and it all started one afternoon when I was 6 years old sitting in front of the "boob tube" watching an innocent television show called "Bewitched" and from the moment that show aired [in 1964] I was hooked on the concept at least; of witchcraft, very innocently at first but nevertheless I was hooked.

The "Craft" appealed to me on so many level's both physically and spiritually. I was already an introvert with very few friends and low self esteem in school, other than the few out -casts smoking dope in the parking lot of my school. And being an only child caused me to develop many "imaginary friends".

Now I believe this is Healthy to a point, but as I grew up these "imaginary friends" would drive my interest in the Occult and Drugs, for they were demonic in nature not the "imaginary friends" I thought they were. Since my interest was peaked by these "familiar spirits".

[A familiar is a Witches guide in the realm of spirit.]

I now know that these spirits were guiding me into deeper and deeper FLESHLY TIES to my sinful nature.] Watching that show sent me headlong into a downward spiral of flesh in control living.

I dedicated myself without any spiritual direction to find out about this ancient earth religion, as I began studying and looking for deeper truths in the world of magic and sorcery I was witness both to its beauty of focus and its pure savagery of intent. It wasn't until after my adopted Mom died when I was only 17 that I was free to do as I pleased....and boy did I do as I pleased!

I jumped headlong into drugs, Drinking, and Partying while trying to keep up a c+ to b average in high school, failing many courses because a lack of focus on them and because many of my teachers just wanted me out of their classes and passed me through without the proper training.

I joined Wicca, as a private practitioner taking a course in the art of magic by Gavin and Yvonne Frost; The Wicca fascination I had did not last very long as I was hungry for a darker side; the more power and knowledge of the occult the better.

I began to delve deeper and deeper into the so-called "Deep things of Occult Knowledge", I would read Anton LaVeys "Satanic Bible" just to rebel against the God who, I felt "TOOK MY MOM FROM ME!!"

Now this is where I now know a true Atheist from a fake one who is just a rebellious person trying to hate the God he knows exists but can't get close too in sin.

Understand that if you acim app  a real Atheist, you wouldn't have a need to rebel against anything godly because after all....He really isn't really there.....I mean get down to earth, if God is not there what's the issue with the bible; "the concept of God is the ONLY thing that could make that book real in any way, so if God isn't real then the bible cannot matter."

This is why I've never really meet a real Atheist because you all WASTE so much time trying to find evidence to DISPROVE what you say isn't there...is that healthy behavior?

After all I as a Christian don't get mad and spend any of my time trying to disprove the existence of "Fairy Tales" why do you?

I began mixing in Aleister Crowley's works The Man, Myth, and Magic encyclopedia series was a great source of knowledge from my High School Library on class breaks.

But Just about anything dealing with works on Witchcraft I would give place to simply because I was hungry for knowledge. PLEASE do NOT EVER UNDERESTIMATE A CHILD'S SEARCH FOR KNOWLEDGE! They will circumvent all efforts to stop them if all you do is say "Because I said so!" instead of explaining with evidence WHY they can't do it!

The occult became an obsession, a lifestyle that I was hooked on just like my drug use, it was "Mind-altering". I learned still more from friends, many of which were Questionable at best but they knew what I wanted to know about how to tell fortunes and use Tarot cards and playing cards to make money on the side.

I began to cast spells on others, while I worshiped the horned god and the goddess. I mixed all this knowledge together to form my own form of the Craft, never being a conformist I made it my own and would put it all in my journal called a "Witches Book of Shadows".

The Book of Shadows is a Witch's greatest tool. It provides a place for all personal Craft secrets, your spell work, rituals, family traditions if you have any, almost anything a Witch can think or act on is contained in this book.

As I figured out what my personal practices were I would write them in this journal. This was my personal "bible" to turn to, anytime I needed help with a spell or spiritual concept, its ancient name is called a "Grimoire".