The Cliffs of Insanity

In my late teens I began to fashion out of my perception of the world and the people that inhabited the world an idea of how souls fit in the the Great Scheme of Things. It was at this time I began to actively seek some sort of spiritual path that would allow me to explore the nature of souls in the way I saw fit. The only path that even remotely met my needs at the time as Wicca, the Temple Hecate Triskele of the Caledonii Tradition to be exact. Quite the mouthful, eh? I was a dedicated Dedicant and faithfully adhered to the tenets of my Fluffy Bunny phase. In short, I was intolerable. But there had always been a part of me even when I wanted to be a Christian preacher (before I knew girls weren't really allowed) and had full intention of boozing it up every Sabbath at Temple, that needed to have an active part in ritual. A girl tends to become conflicted when she's raised in both the Jewish and Protestant faith. A girl become agnostic.

And this girl remained agnostic even throughout my education as a priestess in the Caledonii Tradition. There were always two things that never failed to fascinate me: Angels, and their different incarnations that spanned human faith, and the nature of souls. The apocryphal writings of Enoch held a particular fascination for me and it was Enochian Magick that brought me to the Book of the Law. From there, I became even more conflicted. My Fluffy Bunniness was burned away by the introduction of Chaos Magick and the tenets of a more practical form of viewing the world and Creation itself. Gnosis, Thelema, Chaos, and the accounts of Angels as written by Enoch began another quest for knowledge and understanding that I came to realise resided only within myself. That's hard to come to grips with, considering I held little faith in myself. But enough of that.

( The Soul Train rolls on )