An Occult Experience
by Jared Baker
Ever since I was young, I was fascinated with all that was magical. I loved magicians on TV. I could do little tricks. I always did, and still do, love a satisfied audience, and a stumped face. My favorite TV shows were "Bewitched" and "I Dream of Genie." I know, I know. Old shows. But I loved them! Even though I loved "Bewitched," if they weren’t doing any magic on that show, then I would change the channel. In my opinion, it wasn’t worth watching without the magic.
I was born Jewish. I knew that my feelings of magic were wrong in the religion. I knew that they were regarded as superstition, and evil. Still, I couldn’t let them go. I loved magic so much, and was so fascinated by it. I always believe that I belonged in a world of magic. I was right.
Two years ago, I found out that a good friend of mine was Pagan. At first, I didn’t know what to think of it. What could I think? I had always been taught that there was no good side to those religions. They were all evil. Then, I see a person that I know is not evil involved in this evil religion. I figured that since I was tolerant of any other religion, I could be tolerant of her too. That was one of the best decisions I ever made! She turned out to be one of my best friends, and now her mother is helping me as well.
This year I started Hebrew High School. My parents wanted me to go because they wanted me to continue on with my Jewish studies, and they wanted me to be around other Jews. On the first day, I befriended a senior. His name was Brian. At first, we just carried on the normal mindless chatter that goes on between two teenage boys (i.e.: Wow, look at that hottie!!! She’s lookin` fine today!). Well, not quite that bad. Anyway, I went to one of the whole conventions that they plan every once in a while. You know, one of those "Parent – Teen Dialects." I decide to sit next to Brian. We’re talking when we’re not supposed to, and all. Then we broke for snack. So, we sit next to each other and are talking, when all of the sudden he says, "I think you’re a werewolf." I thought to myself, "uh-huh. Yep… That’s me, the good old werewolf." Well, he goes on to give a perfect description of me, my life, and two prime facts. One, that I have always had a fascination in magic, and two, that I have never felt part of anything. Well, that hit me pretty hard. Then, he goes on to say that I have always felt older than I really am. My God! How does he know all of this? He says that I’m an old sole. Ok. Now, I’m really interested. I went home that night, and stayed up until about 12:00 looking up information.
At that time, I knew nothing about the religion. I didn’t even know it had a name. I had always referred to it as magic, or witchcraft. That was a start, but not a good one. It took me about a week to realize that the name of the religion that I was researching was called Wicca. Then, I found out some of the common phrases, such as Merry Meet, Merry Part, and Blessed Be.
Now, I had a few things to search with. Suddenly, I was printing out page after page of spells, incantations, ideas, thoughts, and beliefs of Wicca, and various other Occult religions. This was a real milestone for me.
I told my friend, Brian, that I was considering Wicca as a religion for me. It all sounded very familiar to me. It was very much like I had seen all of it before. I’m thinking now that I had. Well, Brian took this the same way that I took him telling me he was a werewolf. You know, the yeah-right thing. After it finally sank in with him, he realized that I was very serious. He started telling me all about it. He introduced me to many new things. I then found that my entire life, I’ve done magickal (yes, I spelled magick with a k) things. I have charged various objects by the moon, always enjoyed looking at a full moon, even trying to control events with the simple, or not so simple, powers of the mind.
Now, I have realized that many of my long time friends are Wiccan, Pagan, etc… It is sort of weird. Actually, I now know that I am a dragon, and a shape-shifter. I’ve not shifted yet, but I’m trying. Some of the things that I’ve done with magick so far are: I have controlled the roll of a bowling ball, controlled the flame of a candle, controlled billiards, and even made a lightning bolt (with which I almost hit my then girlfriend. I felt really bad).
Let me tell you that if you are interested in using magick, then be wary. Nothing is what is seems in the underground world of magick. Trust me, you get what you wish for, and it’s not always exactly what you wanted. Take magick seriously, as it is a very powerful force, which can reek havoc on those that don’t know what they’re doing. The lightning bolt thing is probably the best example I have. That doesn’t mean not to have fun. There are plenty of things that you can do that do no major harm, and yet can do some good for you. Mind your magick. If you are interested in one aspect, then at least learn about them all. Knowledge is power, and if you know what you have to deal with, then you won’t have any problems. If you need help in your journey, give me an e-mail at jpbaker@raex.com
MP & BB all.
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