Some Pictures of Me 
 

My Astrological Information 
I was born on April 19th in the year 1983 C.E. My zodiac sign is the Metal Boar. My sun sign is 29º Aries. My moon sign is 19º Cancer. My rising sign is 27º Gemini. My mercury sign is 18º Taurus. My venus sign is 07º Gemini. My mars sign is 10º Taurus. My jupiter sign is 10º Sagittarius. My saturn sign is 01º Scorpio. My uranus sign is 08º Sagittarius. My neptune sign is 29º Sagittarius. My pluto sign is 28º Libra. 

My Likes... 
Witchcraft (of course!), Jurassic Park Movies, Lord of the Rings, Godzilla, Heavy Metal (both the musical genre and the 1980's cult classic movie), Loreena McKennit, Metallica, Ozzy Osbourne of Black Sabbath, inane movies and television shows that negatively stereotype Witches and Pagans (Charmed, "the Craft", Sabriana...I think they're great for a laugh), Dungeons & Dragons, Pizza, Marijuana, Chinese Food, Cheesecake, Cheeseburgers, Beer, and any food made from potatoes. 

My Dislikes... 
Witches who practices Vampirism, Black Magick, Satanic or Demonic Invocations, or anything having to do with Vampirism, Black Magick, or Satanism. I also dislike drug addicts and intolerant Judeo-Christians, whether they be Christians, Jews, Muslems, Masons, Satanists or Kabbalists, but if they're not judgemental then they don't bother me. One of my best friends in the world, someone I consider to be my brother in life, is a Christian. Just keep anything Satanic, Vampiric, or anything else of the left-hand path away from me! I'm a serious Priest and don't have time to play around with "the dark side" like many other young Wiccans do. 

Anyway, I've rambled enough. If you want to contact me, there's nothing stopping you :)  

Blessed be, 
- Corvy 

One day, when I was in the second grade, I was confronted by a protestant friend of my mom's. She asked me the question: "Do you know if you died today, that you would be in Heaven?" Of course I answered, "I think so, but I'm not sure..." or something to that effect. Her reply should be obvious, "Would you like to be sure?" and my answer was "Yes!" Myself and a teenager both went into her kitchen, and she asked us to repeat after her, at which point she proceeded to spout a prayer of salvation. From that point on, I was a born-again Christian! 

For a while, I never really did anything with my life. I was very young after all. I believed in God ® very strongly, but I also had many "unorthodox" beliefs. For example, I believed, unlike many of my fellow Christians, that animals have an immortal soul just as humans supposedly do. I was taunted by my class mates as being a Satanist, and my teachers tried as hard as they could to brainwash me, and force me to believe like them. 

Well, at the end of the fifth grade, my mom pulled me out of school and began home schooling me. Then, at age twelve, I began attending the Bible Baptist Church in Aberdeen, Washington. There I was baptized and began living the "christian way". If it was right-wing, I believed in it without question. I was anti-gun control, anti-gay rights, anti-evolution, anti-abortion, anti-affirmative action. I was anti-everything. After all, that's what being part of the Religious Right is all about, isn't it? 

I was living a sad and pathetic life. I'd never had even a sip of alcohol, never smoked weed, and never even took a drag off a cigarette! All my time was devoted to reading the Bible, and arguing against 'the liberals'. I also spent a great deal of time researching evolution, and trying to prove what a load I thought it was. For a very long time I was content to explain away the mounds of evidence supporting evolutionary biology as well as mainstream geology and cosmology. Particularly the fossil record - which I feel I can safely say that I was much more well-versed in than the majority of prominent creationists (Gish et. al.), was rather easy for me to dispute in my deluded creationist mind. But yet I was still just another mindless drone, another brain-dead Christee. 

Then when I was 14, an old friend from St. Mary's invited my sister and I to a church called Christian Life Fellowship. I walked in the doors and was instantly blown away! The doors were metal and crystal-clear glass. The floors were clean, the walls were white. The place was HUGE! And the sanctuary had an enormous stage and two Big Screen Televisions on either side of it. It reminded me of one of those huge churches they show on religious tv. 

Before long I was speaking in tongues, writing sermons, praying for people on stage and running sound systems and video/audio equipment. I was devoted, I was on fire! I loved being a part of the church and being used to do God ®'s work! I'd never felt so alive before! For a time, I was even being recorded making video announcements to be shown in front of the whole church - a job previously reserved for the Pastor's Nephew. I was moving up, climbing the ladder, and becoming very popular within the church body. Keep in mind, the average attendance on Sundays was over 500 people, and over 100 kids on wednesday nights! 

Well, one day I just couldn't hold out any longer. I had *gasp* one shot of Bourbon Whiskey!!! I'd fallen, I was on the path to destruction!!! I was so ashamed. I let myself down, but worse - I had let God ® down. I felt so guilty for what I'd done, that I went to my Youth Pastor and told him immediately! His reaction was to kick me off of the Missions Trip we were planning. That wasn't so bad, but I felt as though justice should be served. So, I voluntarily stepped down from the video announcement job I'd been entrusted with. 

Apparently this wasn't enough. He also kicked me off of the video/audio team, and told the children's pastor, Jason Eddie, what I'd done. So Pastor Jason also kicked me out of the children's ministry which the previous children's pastor trusted me with for over a year! I missed Ms. Gatlin - unlike the others at that cult of a church, she at least acted like she gave a damn about the people working in her ministry, and not just filling up the seats in church. She actually cared. While the others acted as though workers were expendable - as if the people in the seats were the only ones who mattered - Ms. Gatlin prayed with her workers, gave them rides home, continually asked them about their home lives. She truly did care. If I had come to her about my "alcohol problem", she would have prayed for me and warned me that if it happened again, she'd kick me out of the ministry. But the other guys...no prayer, no warnings. They didn't give a flying fuck about me at all. Ms. Gatlin was the only one who gave a damn about me. No one else at that church did, except for maybe Rick Moyer, the Youth Pastor. But I wasn't sure that he cared. How could I find out? 

I was promised that in two months I'd be reinstated into all the ministries that I was "suspended" from.  Well, two months went by. Then three, then four. By that time, I'd already smoked pot one single time. I got really really drunk twice. One of those times I even got alcohol poisoning. But I didn't care. The Bible never said anything about "thou shalt not party", or "thou shalt not get high". But those at my church were of the opinion that being intoxicated opened the door to a demonic realm. That being under the influence of any psychotropic substance (or herb, in the case of Marijuana) was the same as being possessed by demons! So, I kept those things a secret. Six months had gone by. I wasn't prayed for, I wasn't given any hope of being let back into the ministry. I was starting to feel as though I'd been black-listed from my own home church. 

I'd had it. I still believed in God ®, but wanted nothing to do with my fellow Christians. The religion was right, but the people representing it were scum. As far as I was concerned, I could just read my Bible and worship God ®, and all the others could go on being ultra-right-wing wackos who took the religion to absurd extremes and just might end up in HELL. And believe me, at that point, nothing would have made me happier. 

After a while, I became very aware of the dishonest tactics used by creationists such as Gish and Morris, and developed a growing contempt for the majority of my fellow creationists/Christians. Though I was determined to help give creationism scientific respectability and aid in restoring the good name of the Christian religion. 

I kept updating my creationist website and working on it straight through 1998, the year in which Caudipteryx zouii and Protarchaeopteryx robusta - two creatures which scientists described as obviously non-avian dinosaurs (which means they weren't birds), but which had feathers! I simply emphasized their avian qualities and either explained away or dismissed as unimportant their reptilian characteristics, and went on happily spreading the myth of creationism. 

Yes - I had the evidence, the information, and the knowledge of how evolutionary biology works - yet I did not have the intellectual integrity to admit to the truthfulness of evolutionary theory and kept denying that this incredibly intricate law and set of 'trends' in nature could possibly have any validity. 

Then, in september of 1999, the bomb dropped. I picked up my issue of the National Geographic and saw what else on a page advertising an upcoming issue; but Sinornithosaurus millenii! It had long steak-knife-shaped teeth like a T. rex, a long, muscular tail, hyper-extendable "switchblade" claws on the hind legs like Velociraptor mongoliensis, a narrow snout that looked almost like a bill, a bird-like pubic structure, and worst of all - feathers! 

I simply stared at the page for a few moments, muttered "oh shit!" to myself a few times, and got up to check the N.G.News web site. This wasn't just some artistic depiction of what a reptile/bird might look like - and it was no hoax. It was a small dromaeosaurid ("raptor") with killing claws, razor-sharp teeth, and a pair of wing-like arms complete with plumage. My heart sank, and my gut churned. This was it - the one proof of evolution I had always asked for but never thought would come to light. In my mind, I was betting that even if evolution were true, the chances of finding such a beautiful example of transition would be slim enough to be dismissed as impossible. And yet here it was - proof. 

I stepped outside to compose myself, and stood there looking at the world around me. 

Weeks later, I began researching the history of the Christian religion. I soon came to the conclusion that since much of the first ten or twelve chapters of genesis had been plagiarized from Chaldean fairy tales and mythos, the truthfulness of the Bible must be strictly spiritual rather than spiritual and historical. 

It wasn't very long before I began to realize that since the 'historical' sections of the Bible, particularly those stolen from Chaldean mythos, were intended to influence spiritual truth - that the early Israelites must have simply been making up their own "spiritual truths", trying to make the fairy tales of their Hebrew ancestors match up. I was faced with the realization that the Bible could not even be taken as spiritually true...it was/is nothing more than a book of myths and fables from a time and place in which people had no scientific knowledge, and made up these stories to explain what was going on around them (though the people making up these fables probably thought that they were coming to revelations given by their God[s]). 

Then that day in 1999 came back to me. I remembered standing outside on my porch, looking at the natural world of which I had always known myself to be an integral part - albeit created as such. On that day, however, I began to look at the world in a new light. 

I looked at the trees, thinking about how they worked. Photosynthesis, receiving energy from the sun, these creatures had limbs which branched out in every direction, tipped with leaves made green with chlorophyl, drawing energy from the sunlight which they captured. As they fed on the radiant light, blocking the light from the ground below, I began to think of how they might exist without God. A tiny bacterium absorbs energy from both heat and chemicals. Plants are exposed to heat, feed on chemicals, and have chemicals that allow them to feed on heat more efficiently - on a much larger scale than primitive bacterial cell strands. I thought, perhaps, that since some algae is bacterial and other is plant-life, that some bacteria might have used chlorophyl to extract nutrients from the sun. Also, perhaps from this algae, primitive coats of slime would evolve and dwell on rocks near river beds. In a few million years, you'd have moss growing on moist soil. Millions of years could come and go, and plants which harness the power of the sun and extract more nutrients from the matter around them (whether it be water or dirt) would spread more abundantly and prosper over their contemporaries. 

I looked at the trees again. They were large, tightly-packed groups of cells, which over millions of years grew larger and larger, growing green leaves which act as solar panels. They were cell-colonies trying to survive in an environment where new oportunities are as ample as the number of possible combinations of DNA. So here they were; beautiful, and majestic, and sitting there because of the opportunistic nature of living cells - not because God put them there. They were green because they had Chlorophyl to absorb sunlight - not because God thought that humans would think it an attractive color. 

I looked down at my own hands, studying my finger prints.  I pondered the reason God might have given them to me. I recalled to myself that only primates have finger prints, and that they used the blunt part of their fingers - rather than claws, to grip limbs and branches. They have traction-treds on their fingers and toes. This is probably why all primates also have flat nails. 

But then why do humans have finger prints? For indentification? We've only had finger print identification for the past hundred years or so. Even if the world were only six thousand years old, that's less than a thirtieth of a percent of the time since humans were first created. Why give us this feature, why design such intricate patterns, if God knew it would be an absurdly short amount of time between the first use of finger print identification and the creation of DNA fingerprinting, which is much more accurate? And even if that were the case, how would this be any different from believing that the bridge of the nose were created for sunglasses, or the opposable thumb designed so that our hand could fit into gloves? 

The only way these hands of mine made sense, with the gripping fingers, the traction-tredded finger tips, the flat nails, was if my distant ancestors - and the ancestors of all humans - were creatures who used their front limbs, complete with grasping hands, for climbing. 

And why such low body hair? Wouldn't it be more effecient to not have body hair at all? We use resources to grow this hair which appearently serves no purpose. If we evolved from hairy creatures, it would make sense that we evolved to use our resources more effeciently and wasted less of our reserves on this useless feature. That way, the hair wouldn't have to be completely absent, since the industrial age - when we could produce many of our own resources from previousely unavailable sources - occured at a time which vary well might have been before we had the chance to evolve a completely bald body. Of course it must have been a bit more complex than that, but I had a feeling I was pretty much on-track with this line of reasoning. 

Nothing was making sense anymore, not without evolution as the explanation anyway. Why finger prints? Why a useless coating of sparse body-hair? Why eustachian tubes that go from our ears almost down to our lungs if we didn't evolve from creatures who had gills where our ears are now? Why does our big toe have just as many bones as our thumb, and our other toes the same number of bones as our fingers, if our big-toe didn't once act as a "thumb"? Why? It just didn't make sense for anything to be the way it was unless everything evolved that way. If God truly did create us, he must have spent a great deal of effort covering his tracks and making it difficult to tell. 

Suddenly I realized where my thoughts had taken me. The truth of an evolving, changing, blooming world was hitting me in the face. It was so obvious now! How blind I must have been just weeks before. How could I have been so blind? Why are christians taught to seek the truth on their knees with their head down and their eyes closed? I was face to face with a whole new world now, free from the shackles of christian indoctrination. The freedom filled my lungs with each refreshing breath, as the entire world suddenly became so much more real. I was free to see the world with my own eyes rather than from behind a religious veil that told me how I must interpret that which my senses showed me. It was as if an incredible weight had been lifted from my chest and I was able to breath freely; to live freely; and I knew I was finally free. I was free. 

I looked down at my hands again, and studied them for a few moments longer... 

"This is it..." I spoke to myself softly, "Welcome to the real world." 

My Testimony - Part 2: How I came into the Craft of the Wise 
For a while I was an atheist, but couldn't adequately explain many of the events in my life which I previousely attributed to "God". There were just so many things that had happened in my life that simply must have had a spiritual cause or influence. So I reverted back to a belief in the supernatural; though this time with a slightly different perspective. I was a pantheist who believed in a "spirit of the universe". 

I began researching the Wiccan faith. I read books and discovered something that interested me. It was called the "Odic Force". The idea of the Odic Force was similar to the Akasha of Eastern Mysticism and "The Force" of the hit sci-fi movie series Star Wars. The premise was that there is an inherant spiritual "undertone" to the sum of all life within the Universe. 
  
The idea made sense to me. As somewhat of an amatuer scientist, I knew about a little thing called "virtual particle space". The concept is that empty space isn't really "empty", but filled with a neutral energy created by sub-atomic particles that exist half-way between existence and non-existence. 
  
What's that? Something can't "halfway" exist. These particles have to lie between the definable Universe ("existence" as we know it) and the undefinable beyond. What could this "beyond" be? Gee, I wonder what you would call a type of existence that transcends the physical, natural Universe? Perhaps a "metaphysical" or "supernatural" existence? Doesn't seem to me as though there would be any other explanation, and that would seem to me to be the simplist and most logical conclusion; whatever is outside of nature must logically be supernatural; whatever is beyond the physical world must be metaphysical in nature. 

So obviousely my mind was made up. I believed in a supernatural, or metaphysical "life force" that filled the Universe and connected all things. 

At this point you're probably thinking that I came to these conclusions in a very round-about way. I realize that for most people the belief in a "great life force" is just something they believe; not a conclusion they draw from current scientific research. But that's me; I'm a very strong believer in science (if you haven't figured that out by now). 

This Witchcraft book I was reading (the one I read about the "Odic Force" in) soon had my undevided attention. Before I knew it I was on the internet and in the bookstores all the time.
 
Still Under Construction -- More to come!