I believe in perception. There is no such thing as coincidence, nor fate, only chaos that we perceive as something greater. I believe in perception because it serves all our purposes. I believe above all in chance, and the randomness of the universe. We are all so insignificant and yet vastly unique, we are a series of chance upon chance.
I’ve recently begun practising Wicca. I’ve been interested in it for a long time (yes initially sparked from watching Charmed when I was seven) and building up a library of books. Part of me will always be linked to Christianity, but I feel as though it abandoned me at the lowest point of my depression. It condemned my attempts at suicide, and claimed me a gluttonous sinner. Wicca has allowed me to bond back with my body. I will do no harm to others, but that also includes myself. I will always believe in a higher being, because I can’t comprehend the vastness of our world and how such infinitesimal detail was ever created. They say the devil is in the details, but I believe the Gods are in there too.
When practising it, I don’t believe I could ever conjure up an influence on someone else, but I like to take it as a way of organising my mind. It gives me peace, lets me look deeper into my self. It helps me brush away my demons. There’s so much to it as well, the influence of herbalism and the psychology of colours. People say sun signs are a load of crap, but in actually there’s a brilliant thinking about it. It recognises the trends of birth. A child born in winter is far different to a child born in spring, influenced by school years, holidays, and even the weather. I believe in this earth and it’s influence on us. I believe in ritually cleaning myself and taking heed of what is around me; those greater forces at work.
I believe in chance and with that I believe that I can sooth and alter my own perceptions.