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Hi, my name is Justin Froidevaux and I will be writting a new series of articles
that are all apart of the story of how i became the spiritual person i am today. I can always be reached with questions or
comments by email at teentalkcolumn@hotmail.com. I welcome any and all questions and comments you may have. I hope you enjoy
the story and thank you for reading.
Article 2 "Moving"
When i came to this realization that what i had been believing in was not what i
felt in my heart was the truth, i had also almost at the exact time decided to move back to my family's hometown of Tracy,
California. Now i myself am not entirely originally from Tracy, i was mainly from a city called Fremont, but this is where
the majority of my family lived, so this is where i went, to see who i was, who my family were and to experience life.
Unfortunately the day i moved i had had an operation at a dermatologists office that, well,
let's just say rendered my hands almost completely useless for a month (OK fine, it was a wart removal. All i will say).
So because of this, i didn't attend school for the first month i was there, and therefore had an entire month of free
time and boredom to research religious leads to my hearts content. It was at this point that i had read about a religion called
Wicca that i had read a little bit on at the local library in Montrose prior to moving. On the internet i read that in order
to have a truly personal and spiritual belief system of my own, i had to take a cold hard look at what i truly belived in
my own heart, and to accept the ideas of others (in other words, being open minded and not closing myself off to things i
was once scared of). It was here that i realized that Christianity was
neither the truth entirely nor a lie entirely, that to some people it was the truth and therefore it was, and to me it wasn't
and so i shouldn't just disregard the teachings of the Bible or Jesus. I also realized the same for Witchcraft. I read
about the religious teachings of Buddhists (and even attended a temple for a week), Wiccans/Pagans, Islam, and (of course)
the Celtic teachings and lore. It was here that i settled upon Wicca. I loved the nature part of it, and i loved the acknowledgement
of Goddess and Spirit and God together. I decided that on top of my other studies, i would absorb all the knowledge i could
about Witchcraft and Magick, because in all honesty, i was highly curious about this new and exciting world. I had discovered
a world filled with every magickal lore and principle of stories i had been told as a child.
For the next year and a day i studied as hard as i could, and upon the last day i carried out a Wiccaning so to speak called
the "Seeker Ritual" (which is the ritual for teenagers). I had completely renounced my old beliefs and adopted beliefs
that i set for myself, and emerged out of Spirit itself a new Ecclectic Solitary Witch (in training). Well,
it just so happens that after the school year was over though, before i finished my year and a day, i moved back to Montrose,
Colorado. It was here that i reconnected with nature with every chance i could get, and began my personal journey as a new
being. Thank you for reading my article and please join me next week
as i continue my story about how i found myself and my empowerment. It is my hope and wish that my story can positively impact
others to seek their own faith, whatever that may be, for a person without something to have hope in is a lost soul indeed. -Justin T. Froidevaux
Hi, my name is Justin Froidevaux and I will be writting a new series
of articles that are all apart of the story of how I became the spiritual person I am today. I can always be reached with
questions or comments by email at teentalkcolumn@hotmail.com. I welcome any and all questions and comments you may have. I
hope you enjoy the story and thank you for reading.
"Confusion" I was not always a Wiccan.
There was a time when I was what the Christian community would call a good 'ol devout child. I went to every church
function I could, kept up with all the politics of the inner workings of our church, and studied/memorized the Bible
at least 2 times a week at youth groups and with friends from church. I went to the parties they threw to enrich and strengthen
our faith. Idefended the Bible every time it was challenged around me and in turn, in what was my belief, I
defended God. Now, I don't really know how every other
14ish-15 year old's view God, but I thought of Him as a literal giant being in the sky (don't ask where I
got this notion? I have no idea, ha). In church I always felt there was a certain way I had to act, a certain
way to sing and a certain way to talk. It was all very alluring, like being at a ball every Sunday. People all around came
dressed in their best, they were courteous and nice, laughing at good times and jokes and praising God with their friends,
but there was always something missing within me. I had questions, and when those questions couldn't be answered satisfactorily
or at all, I had doubts. I asked questions like, "What
IS God?" "Where did God come from?" "Where does the Bible come from, and who wrote it?"
"Who created God?" "Do animals go to heaven?" "Where is heaven?" These questions could not be
answered by anyone I asked. I looked for days and countless hours within the Bible for the answers and prayed
my heart out, but alas I could not find the answers there. It was then that I realized the answers could only be
found by me, and not in just one place. So I began my search for the truth, my search for faith. Thank you for reading my article and please join me next week as I continue my
story about how I found myself and my empowerment. It is my hope and wish that my story can positively impact others
to seek their own faith, whatever that may be, for a person without something to have hope in is a lost soul indeed.
-Justin T. Froidevaux
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