Called Out Of Darkness

There I was, a Wiccan High Priest. I had been a High Priest for over 12 years, deeply involved in Witchcraft. Doing tarot card readings and talking to the dead happened at least once a day and often many times a day.I conducted rituals and sabbats (celebrations of various Witches’ holidays) which routinely involved working with a spirit, allowing myself to be possessed, casting spells to assist members of our group (or coven), or cursing those who were obstructing my goals or the goals of the group. And the spells worked!Each day I would cast protection spells to keep myself safe from harm, hoping that some more powerful witch could not break through my protective barrier. After all, I knew how easily I had broken through some other people’s protection spells. How hard was it to imagine that some other witch, who did not like me, could do the same thing to me? Everything depended on my knowledge and how much power I controlled.In our meetings we taught love and brotherhood, but the mom