Everyone has an origin story, or so I thought. I thought I did too. However, the more I consider the thought, the more I realize that I don’t actually know when I “became” a witch. I know when I decided to study the craft. It’s been a little over a year now. Can’t really say what drew me to it either. It just kind of happened. I remember it being on my mind heavily for awhile. Then one day I was thinking on it sitting in bed. A spider dropped down from the ceiling right in front of my face. I, being freaked out by spiders decided, the bedroom is now this spider’s. So I go to the living room to think on it more. It happens again in the livingroom. Again, I move. Decided smoking a bowl would probably be a good idea since two different spiders just attempted to end my life like the ninja assassins they are painted to be in my mind. So, when the munchies set in, I walked to the kitchen. A third ninja assassin decided to drop directly in front of my face….I mean, I was surprised it didn’t land right on my nose. So, out loud I said, “FINE. FUCK MAN!” From that moment on, I accepted who, and what I was. But, again, that’s not so much when it happened, just when I both acknowledged and accepted it. I’d unknowingly done magick numerous times before, almost all my life, but those are stories for another day.

In an attempt to keep a record of at the very least, the major events along my path, I’ve decided to start this blog. Hopefully by sharing these things, others who have similar experiences or maybe just those who love to see what others experience, will find it interesting if not amusing.

So, with that, welcome to Waking the Path of the Rose.