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Karynna_Raye
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I’ve been raised Catholic, but recently, I came across a book on Paganism…and from there my friends and I became interested in the practice of Wicca, and since then I have professed to be Wiccan, but now I really don’t know what to do. I used to be devotedly Catholic, and now I feel like I may be on the wrong path. I’m working on rediscovering the Catholic faith, and would like any advice that might be given on where I should go from here. *
I think it might help to elaborate a bit on when I first begin to realize that what I was doing was sinful…even if it is just to help myself reflect…The first time begin when my friends and I (the ones who are Pagan), were walking through the town at night. We passed the church where I used to attend Mass, and when I turned to look at it, I was very suddenly overwhelmed by a very dark feeling…I felt cold, and cut off from what made me happy…more than just my religion, it seemed as though I would never be happy again…and the sense of, well, it felt like a very strong sense of doom overcame me. I really don’t know how else to explain it, but as I looked at the church, I knew that something was very, very wrong somewhere in my life…it was just so painful. I just had yet to really find out why. The second time, I was with the same two friends, and we had walked out into the desert…to practice a Pagan rite no less…And afterwards I felt nothing, nothing like the freedom or joy that I had been expecting…Instead, I felt what I had felt before, in front of the church, that something was so wrong…And I had always felt so satisfied with myself, so happy when I was still attending Mass. Really, this is why I’m hoping to find a path truer to what God’s teachings really are.***
I think it might help to elaborate a bit on when I first begin to realize that what I was doing was sinful…even if it is just to help myself reflect…The first time begin when my friends and I (the ones who are Pagan), were walking through the town at night. We passed the church where I used to attend Mass, and when I turned to look at it, I was very suddenly overwhelmed by a very dark feeling…I felt cold, and cut off from what made me happy…more than just my religion, it seemed as though I would never be happy again…and the sense of, well, it felt like a very strong sense of doom overcame me. I really don’t know how else to explain it, but as I looked at the church, I knew that something was very, very wrong somewhere in my life…it was just so painful. I just had yet to really find out why. The second time, I was with the same two friends, and we had walked out into the desert…to practice a Pagan rite no less…And afterwards I felt nothing, nothing like the freedom or joy that I had been expecting…Instead, I felt what I had felt before, in front of the church, that something was so wrong…And I had always felt so satisfied with myself, so happy when I was still attending Mass. Really, this is why I’m hoping to find a path truer to what God’s teachings really are.***