I can't say i moved from Christianity to Wicca, because i was never really a Christian, and i am not a Wiccan. However, i can state my story about the experience of religion.
When i was young, my family was Prodestant and Othedox, (Mothers and Fathers side, respectively.) So we attended both, alternating weeks. Really, i never noticed that much difference between the two, but i was young. I cannot deny that i did like going to church. The sense of belonging was nice, almost like a family gathering, (Small towns, what can i say.)
I also loved learning what they believed, as i love knowledge, and anything new. But i knew it was not me. I finished my first reading of the good old King James bible when i was 8 or 9, (yeah, advanced reader and all.) Then when i went to the (clergy?, really bad with teminology) to discuss it, pointing out specific points of contention, and outright contradiction, i was told i was too young to understand. As i was also reading everything from dragonlance to classic lit, i was pretty sure i understood what i was reading, with an occasional trip to the dictionary or encyclopedia. But here was a grown up telling me i was too young to understand what his
book was saying.
So i tried the other church members, and got almost a verbatim answer. I was too young to understand. So i re-read it, and then again. I made notes, cross referenced, wrote suppositions, basically did a dissertation on the bible.
Again, i got told that i was just too young, and that all would be revealed when i got older.
Well, it always stuck with me, and when i got older, i did more research (pre-google days people, imagine the horror!). Then i learned that unlike what i was told to believe, the bible is a man created work. I found out about a thing called The First Council of Nicaea, when man, not the big G, came together to vote on what would be included in the bible. I can't say i was shattered, as i'd really only been curious to begin with.
That involved a talk with the (priest? minister?) then a talk with him and his wife that ended with her crying and basically saying i was the spawn of Satan. That i could have shaken her faith that badly, just by merely relying on pesky facts, turned me off to the entirety of Christianity. I still studied them, but i never went to another service. I think i was 12 at that time.
However, my entire life, i can say that i have been some form of nature religion (just still not sure what branch
) My cathedral has always been deep in the woods, surrounded by trees tall enough to blot out the sky. A 100 foot tree doesn't sound big, until your at the base and looking up. There is a whole world that anyone who denies is magic is blind, right out there past the cities and suburbs.
Its always been a part of my life. When i was 2 (so i've been told on this part) i saw an Eagle for the first time. Soaring high over the lands, free and clear of all the strife in the world. Apparently i had been crying up a fit, but upon seeing it shut up and stared as quiet as a (hehe) churchmouse. From that time all my mom had to do was give me a stuffed Eagle doll and i'd become a quiet happy child.
The first time i can remember feeling a true belonging was the first time i got lost in the woods. I was about 7? maybe 8, and had gone for a stroll behind our house. I wasent supposed to go alone, but hey, i was 7, and invincible? Right? I knew nothing about hiking on my own, and one tree all looked the same to me. So in about 20 min, i was lost, i just didn't know it. After about 2 hrs, i wanted to go home, but nothing looked right. It was also the first "OH SHIT" moment of my life.
After wandering for about an hour, i sat at the base of a big moss covered tree, curled into a ball, and wept like, well... a lost child. Then i heard the screech, and saw an Eagle. I started following it, and sure enough, it lead me to a road. When i got a lift home from a family friend, i realized that after i saw that Eagle, i hadn't felt scared, but warm, the kind of warmth you get from your favorite blanket.
My grandfather taught me how to track through the woods, and taught me orienteering, and i made many treks through the woods, always feeling safe and secure in a way i've never felt in a city.
Nature was from that point the most sacred thing to me, always able to calm, soothe, inspire, and in general make me feel good.
Hence my name, Iolar Dubh means Black Eagle, in Gaelige. It seemed the most fitting craft name i could have.
Might not be the exact thing for this thread, but fitting enough.