Passed down

Everyone has things within their family which have been passed down over the years. Wicca has been a part of me for a while now, but the magic has been with me since I could form my own thoughts. Earlier today I was looking at my tigers eye egg that my grandfather had given to me more than 15 years ago. It had been with me all this time and I always seemed to find it when I truly needed it. I never really realized it power until I truly took the time to look deep into and unlock the power within it. Ever since I realized it's power I have kept it close to me and called it's power when I needed it. The other key that unlocked my mind was a few years after when I was sitting at my other grandpas house. He was telling me a story about how he used to be a really great artist but because of his Parkinson's he could no longer do much. He however was able to draw something up on a piece of paper that he gave to me explained the significance. He had drawn a pentagram on a post it. I looked at it in awe and wondered what it meant. He said "this is a star. Its like the police; it will protect you." Ever since then, I had always seen the star as a protective symbol. When I found Wicca everything seemed to click into place. The star was the pentagram. The symbol of my new found path in life. The tigers eye was my power stone. It grants me courage and grounds me when I need it. Everything happens for a reason and looking back at my life I realize everything lead me to this point. This is better than self-discovery. This was an awakening.