4 years ago, two pagan girls came to my class, in the middle of the Bible Belt. I was fascinated, because something inside of me had always said that Paganism wasn't evil, like my Christian self thought it was. These girls didn't call themselves Wiccans, just Pagans. But something inside me was screaming 'Wicca'; I didn't know why, until two years later (I was afraid to do research on their beliefs at the time, but meeting them slowly opened my mind to it).
Two years had passed. They had both moved away (they weren't related, but they both had the same name, and they both looked alike;
They also moved within months of each other... Strange coincidence?). I was so lost in my Christian faith that I was almost an agonistic, which now I know would have been a much worse choice for me than even Christianity. Suddenly, those girls reentered my thoughts, but mostly, that voice inside of me starting screaming 'Wicca' again. That was when I overcame my close-mindedness and searched Wicca. That was when I came home. That was when my spirit finally caught on fire.
