I witnessed something when I was sixteen that involved a holy man that totally turned me away from God or any type of religion. I had convinced my brain that there was no "higher power" other than the ones constructed by man. For the next six or seven years I made fun of those weak superstitious hypocrites letting those slick fancy talking preachers con them out of their hard earned money.

It wasn't until I was lured with the promises of a steak dinner did I ever consider stepping back inside a church. That steak dinner changed my life because I found that there really was a God. For almost four of the next six years I was one of those slick fancy talking holy men preaching "in the name of god".

This is the point on my path when I realized the magnitude of importance total faith plays in the workings of magick (yes christians work magick only they call it answered prayers or miracles.).

The more I studied, the more questions popped up that couldn't be answered by my mentors or books. I gradually let other things into my life that slowly extiguished that religious fire that was burning so bright and hot, until it was a small flicker of a flame. I soon quit the church and shortly after that divorced my family.

Locally I became somewhat of a celebrity. I wrestled professionally and was on tv, not only wrestling, but on talk shows and commercials. I was regularly on radio shows also. The religious part of me was almost non-existent except for my belief in the Golden Rule.

I soon had a whole new set of friends who were mostly a lot younger than me. As a group we did almost every thing together. I guess the group had been together for almost a year before I found out that each and every one was walking down their own spiritual path. Some were wiccan, one was into women's spiritualiy, others called themselves witches.

Honestly, I was shocked and intrigued at the same time. I knew these people weren't devil worshipers (okay maybe one was). Scott Cunningham's, Living Wicca was the only book one of my friends had on the subject. I read it and realized that it answered some of the "questions" that had baffled me as a christian. The light came on and my path veered toward the branch I'm on now.

My step-father was a fullblood Native American. I grew up on or around reservations as a kid. Most of the time my mother and I were the only white people around, but I didn't know any different. I witnessed and participated in many ceremonies and rituals. For me it was just the way... It never dawned on me that I was a part of a religion until I started down the wiccan path.

Once I began to read more books on the subject I realized that the Native American Spirituality and Wicca were basically the same. The god/dess had the same roles, the herbal lore was much the same, the reverence for the earth was identical. It was very easy for me to follow the path I now walk.

For those of you who follow this path it is not always an easy walk. Sometimes I find myself walking with thin soles on a rocky path. I sometimes have to stop my forward progression and backtrack a ways to relearn a "lesson" because I didn't pay attention the first time.

Authoring this site has put me back in tune with myself and with nature. I have started listening to "my little voice" again and am taking giant strides toward completing my "life quest".

ABOUT ME
updated:5-15-2003 (5 years later)

In case you are interested, I'm a 46 year old Saggitarian. I am a INTJ "rational mastermind" personality type. I have many interest, such as woodcarving, playing my guitar and harmonica. I love the outdoors especially the mountains and forests.

(5 years ago) Living in the land of Oz (Kansas) unfortunately I don't have easy access to either one. I make do with some of the interesting rock formations not far from my home.

(3 years ago)I moved to New Mexico and lived in a valley surrounded by mountians along the Rio Grande River.

(Present)Because of health reasons, I had to move back to Oklahoma to be with family. I have always been a healthy strong individual and being ill is one hell of a twist on my path. I am a cancer survivor...almost 4 years now. The fates have given me another lesson to learn.

In January 2003, I was diagnosed as having renal(kidney) failure. That means I have to have hemo-dialysis three times a week for the rest of my life. In August I was diagnosed as having two more cancerous tumors. So in October I had another surgery. 2003 was a difficult one for me. I’ve spent 25 days in the hospital. I have had 15 surgical procedures done to me. I have four feet of new scar tissue. I also have had over 300 doctor’s office visits, labs, x-rays, procedures and treatments.

But not to worry. Don't feel sorry for me because I will survive this too. If you feel the need to do something, remember me in your prayers and maybe buy a book from this website. I have more time to devote to developing this website into one of the best on the net and would love to put it on a server without pop-ups.

WHY I CHOSE A WISEONE FOR A NAME

I have always had a facination with wizards. I have a nice collection of them. Some people would say my home decor would be southwestern wizard. I believe that wizard and wise one have the same definition.

Wicca and witch also have the same roots meaning wise. Because I am on the wiccan path, a practicing witch, and an adept wizard, who has aquired a vast amount of knowledge (some I admit to being trivial), I consider myself to be one of the wise. Therefore WiseOne (misspelled by design) or AWISE1 was my logical choice.