I spent my formitive years within a coven (the name of witch I will not speak for earlier mentioned reasons), being passed around the circle as an infant, later chanting what i tought the words were (tough I didn't usaly here them quite right). I remember being excited when they allowed me to call one of the quarters, and so on and so forth.

When the high priest of our coven died the coven slowly fell apart, and it fell solely to my mother to teach me the ways of the witch.

During my adolesance, after many hardships folowing the breaking of the coven, I had become a violent and angry person. This continued well into my sixtenth year when I, in a fit of anger atacked my ex-stepfather who had and has a severly bad back to nearly the point of cippling him (I don't at this point remember why I had attacked him). It was at this point that I relized what I had become and knew that it had to change. I swore that from that day forward I would take no vilent action against another living being even if my life depended upon it. (This is an extrme couse of action and not one tipicly recomended, however I saw that I could have killed him and that this sort of thing could not be allowed).

At around seventeen I fully discoverd that I am a gay man (I had been unsure before that point in my life). The next important thing that hapened was in December of 2001 I preformed a self-dedication, and in Febuary of 2002 I preformed a self-intiation. I am now twenty living in a small town in the midwest and was openly both gay and wiccan untill I moved the backwater Cristian Fundumentalist town that I am curently living in.