Dear reader the following story is MY personal story of faith. ALL comments trying to get me to change faith will be deleted also because this is MY story it will be different from yours.

I have been active in my faith since September of 2008. I had the urge to kill myself for many reasons(I will not go into it here since I have since dealt with most of the issues) and I just felt like I couldn’t keep going, I talked to my ex(I was still with him at the time) about it and that I found a Pagan event near where we lived. He said we could  go and from the first time I stepped into the circle I felt all the self-hate I had been feeling my whole life leave me(it has never been back since).

I felt the Gods tell me “We are here for you we have a lot to teach you if your willing to let us”. To me I became Pagan in that moment. I deeply believe the Gods saved my life, They do not judge me or guilt-trip me into doing something. They always have taken me as I am.  They are the one thing that keeps me going to another day. They are my teachers, guides, friends, and protectors.

I see the Gods as being Their own “People” with Their own thoughts, powers, and personalities, I do not see Them as part of the same whole due to fact that every time I have felt them in dreams or what have you They have never came to me as the same.

I will leave it at this for and add to it latter if you dear reader have any questions.