Bullets

We all have secrets. Some are more serious than others. Growing up, it was always an unspoken rule that sharing a secret with someone meant it wasn't gonna leak. I am definitely a secret keeper. I know things about people that their own families don't know about. The same goes for me. There are people out in the world that I have shared information that no one outside knows about. To me, a secret is more than just a secret, its a symbol of the trust between two people. For example, people who pray to a higher power. Sharing information that they would otherwise keep hidden is a line of trust formed between the person and their higher power. I know I have that line of trust with my higher powers.
A lot of the time, secrets can have dramatic effects on people. They can surely make or break a situation. Before I explain this, I want to make clear that this is not to be confused with a lie. Although sometimes a lie is something one says to cover up a secret. Now back to my explanation. I recently had an experience where my secret was gonna come out. The secret I'm referring to is that I haven't told my family I'm a Wiccan. I've mentioned this before in other posts, but this time is slightly different. Now, let me set this up for y'all. As most of you guys know from my twitter, yesterday night I was celebrating Mabon and the full moon. I had driven up to a park high up in the mountains and setup and small ritual. After I ended the evening, I drove back home and tucked away my ritual supplies in the trunk of my car. Now, I didn't get a chance to clear everything out today because I couldn't find a time where no one was home. So I ended up falling asleep after work. That's when the problem started. Apparently my dad needed to make a trip to my aunts house and decided he would take my car. When I woke up I flipped out because I found out he was taking a few items to drop off. I was sure he had opened the trunk. I spent the next few hours thinking about the situation and how it was gonna hit the fan as soon as he got home. A few hours passed and my dad finally made it home. I braced myself for the onslaught of questions, but nothing. A huge weight was lifted when I realized he hadn't found my stuff. I had definitely dodged a bullet there. I wasn't really for this sort of thing just yet. I know at some point it needs to be said, but now is not the time.
So I managed to further elude my parents on my secret once again. Don't get me wrong though, I sure as hell am not ashamed of who I am, but I just haven't figured out the logistics of breaking the news to them all yet. I'll close this with a final thought:
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I am Wiccan and Proud of it!
Pagan Pride All the Way!
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