Hello everyone! I'm Sardonyx, a baby witch that actually has known about Wicca for a year. I've been watching Olivia's videos, and they've really helped me learn more about Wicca and along with additional information on how to become one.
I also have a sort of blog-book on Wattpad if you want to check it out: https://www.wattpad.com/story/239946126-havoc-my-wiccan-journey-to-discover-myself-and-my
When I'd first heard of Wicca, it instantly intrigued me. It was like the atmosphere had told me right then and there; This is the religion you want to be a part of.
So naturally I started researching about it. I learned about the Triple Goddess, the Horned God, found my dieties, and more. My eyes were opened to an entirely different world, and as I continued learning I felt like I belonged here.
Then I started having magickal/psychic experiences.
During the summer of 2019, one night I suddenly couldn't stop thinking about two tornadoes. I didn't know why, but I could picture them in my head. There will be two tornadoes tomorrow, I couldn't stop thinking.
And then it happened. My family and I had sat down at a restaurant and were in the midst of our dinner when the News started playing something that caught my eye.
"The following is footage from today of two tornadoes that hit land today," A newscaster's voice played over two different videos of huge, spiraling tornadoes.
I freaked out. "I knew this would happen!" I exclaimed to my parents. "I swear, I knew this would happen last night!"
They smiled, not really believing me, but it didn't matter. I'd needed a sign I could actually predict things, and although I was the only one who knew it, it was.
Then after that I became a little more psychic. I predicted there'd be a test in health (I wasn't in the class), I predicted a couple would break up the day after I predicted it, and I also predicted I would hurt myself by jamming my knee into a piece of furniture. They all came true.
And then it all suddenly stopped.
And I basically stopped believing Wicca altogether.
I don't exactly know why--it must've been that my devout christian parents were influencing my religion again and that's why I began participating in church again.
Or maybe it was because I was going under a pretty bad depression episode and stopped really hanging out with friends.
Or maybe it was because... I just couldn't do it anymore.
So I became an entirely different person until COVID-19 slithered around the corner.
The lockdown/social distancing enforced during this time has allowed for lots of self-reflection. Because of this I've become more confident in myself and have happily started believing in Wicca again.
So not only have I found Wicca again since that dreaded day in March, but I've also found myself, and I think that's the magick of it.
This time is one filled with loneliness, sickness, and anxiety, yet it has its perks. Me finding myself and recognizing myself is just part of it.