I don’t know about you, but I was 12 when I found Wicca. I had grown up with my nose in fantasy books and history books and pretty much every other book you can imagine. Oh, the horror! Right?
Well, I imagine that many a pagan found their way to the path in a similar fashion. I grew up talking to the wind like it was god, finding solace in singing sad country songs into the night, a little offering to the world.
The sad truth is that there are predators in the pagan world. I know, because I spent 8 years “under the tutelage” of one. He taught me that homosexuality was unnatural because male and female need to be in balance with each other. He taught me that anytime a woman was close to a man, it would end in sex, and so, as a woman, I should keep my distance from others. He taught me that I was weak and nothing that I did would ever make me a master of my own craft.
I loved him like he was my soulmate. And he used me until I was a dried up husk of faith and he left me and my broken heart alone on the side of the road.
I’m sure that I’m far from the last young person to experience this sort of abuse at the hands of a pagan priest(ess). Whether it’s sexual, emotional, or maybe just a little too crazy (there are things AFTER YOU let me PROTECT you!!), or some other sort of abuse; we adults have an obligation to protect the young children that join our path.
This is a friendly reminder to you all. Treat minors carefully. Send them to BOOKS or large ORGANIZATIONS, not PEOPLE — unless you know and trust the person. Don’t give them access to forums or websites you use for communication with other adults — especially if you know of one person that you wouldn’t want a child exposed to. Someone that might take advantage. Treat them like you would your own child.
We have an obligation to keep our seekers safe. Our religion is one of peace, and wisdom, and happiness. Let’s make sure we show our best side to the most vulnerable, most impressionable generations.