Yet, unbeknownst to any of my family and friends I was also intrigued with magic and witchcraft. I would visit the Magical Book Store in National City, knowing that I wouldn’t bump into friends or family. There was also a book store on University Ave, that I would frequent. The name eludes me, but again I knew I would not run into anyone I knew.
I would stand in there and read for hours, different parts of books. I read much of the Women’s Encyclopedia of Myths and Symbols while standing in that store. I was still a Christian and would hear people talking about how going into such places could expose people to demons that would attach themselves to you and disrupt your life. I would listen knowing I was going into these places and felt lucky I never carried home a demon. My studies of the bible persisted, because I was studying to show myself approved.
By the time I was sixteen, I was fully involved with the church, or at least where I felt comfortable being involved with Ark Missionary Baptist Church. I was asked to join the choir on several occasions, but I never could quite get used to seeing myself as a singer. I did, however, volunteer to be the Master of Ceremony for all the events, from church plays to whenever there were church concerts. Soon, I really felt the need to be baptized and accept the Lord as my personal Savior. So, at the end of service one Sunday I came up when it was time for alter call.
I will never forget the look on my mother’s face on the day of my baptism. I could see she was filled with pride, it was as if a prophecy was coming to fruition for her, since her father, my grandfather, proclaimed I was going to be a preacher the first time he heard my voice crying as a newborn over the phone. I must admit, it was a strange feeling for me that day. Not, because of what my grandfather proclaimed, nor my proud mom, but because of the belief I held about the whole process and what I had been reading, studying and believing. I really and truly believed.