Looking back now I can see that I have been a witch my whole life, I just hadn't realized it. I've always strongly believed in Omens. Every time I see a VW Beetle I believe its a good sign, and I've thought that way for years. Ever since birth I've loved nature and felt a strong connection to it. The moon has always drawn my eye, which at times has made driving difficult. I've always loved holidays and celebrations more than most people do, especially Halloween. My costume was a witch for years on end for Halloween. More intimate things include me finding that book twice, my host family hanging a witch in my room as decoration before I even arrived, and one of the first presents that gave me was (and of course they didn't know this) the absolute perfect representation of spirit for my altar. Even now a sign presents itself to me. As I write this, a black cat has settled himself patiently by the back door of my house. He's been sitting there for almost an hour now, as though he can hear the words I'm writing. Strange.

Many of you at this point may be wondering why I chose to write this article at all. After all, wouldn't it have been easier for me to just hide under the Buddhist veil? To keep my religion private and unmarred? I'll tell you. Recently I came out to my best friend, and she was surprised and a little disappointed that I hadn't told her sooner. I think its time for all those I know and love to hear the truth. Besides, Wicca is not a bad religion in any way, and why should I duck and hide myself just to avoid prejudice? Prejudice can only end if people like me stand up and look it in the face. So, and this is important, if you are reading this article and thinking I'm crazy, or some kind of devil-worshiper or something, please, don't just bottle up those ideas and walk away from me. Talk to me. I'm open to any questions or comments.

The sun has risen as I've written these pages. Its now time for me to face another day. I will get up and unravel the cloak of sleep from my shoulders, take a cleansing shower, and try some yoga. Yes, I will pray at the end of it, and yes I believe prayer is magick. I will enjoy this day all of its joys, and when it is done I will say another small prayer and slide into bed. I would like to thank the readers of this article for hearing my tale. May their hearts always be open, and may their feet always be light. Blessed be.