This is the first blog of my entire life, so please bear with me...

Ever since I can remember I was sent to church. I was primarily raised Baptist, but I've attended just about every kind of church available in the Southeastern United States. (My favorite was Pentecostal... no fears of nodding off there). :)

Religion and spirituality have always feen a focal point ever front-and-center in my life. However, no matter what church I was sitting in, no matter how good the preacher was, no matter how many times I sang "Amazing Grace" I could never seem to relate to the love everyone else around me had for "God Our Father". Something about the way everything was pesented just didn't resonate with me. I didn't believe.

They tried to 'save' me so many times from an eternal peril I bought no stock in. It wasn't until I was 9 years old that my Grandfather gave me a book called "Earth Magic" By Scott Cunningham. I began to realize that I didn't have to squeeze myself into the Christian box wheather I fit or not. What a relief! From that point on I read voraciously every last thing I could get my hands on concerning anything paranormal or metaphysical.

As I'm sure the rest of you well know, you can start out on one road and find yourself by the end of the day, week , month, year- quite on a whole different avenue entirely. Such has been my journey. I've not had a structured , step by step plan about what to learn next...it's just been a real fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants kind of ride , and I know it's still only in it's infancy.

One question though, that has prompted me to even write this in the first place is something that is always recurring in various things I read. The statement is simply: "When you are ready, a teacher will appear". So all this time I've been sitting around wondering : "Am I ready....where's my teacher...I wonder if my teacher's close..." (lol)

Then I wonder if maybe I've taken the word "teacher" a tad too literally. Instead of the teacher actually being a person, might it be situations I have been forced to deal with be they rightly deserved or unjust- that MAKE me confront certain truths and learn certain things. Not only about others, but about myself via Hard Knock U?

Would it be maybe that my teacher is none other than myself, my higher self that is, and I have only to connect with in order to recieve the truth my heart so aches for? I hope I've not been sitting around all these years keeping a faithful eye on the hoizon, tapping my foot impatiently waiting on....me....to show up.