I'm a green witch. I do not wander any more in the black clothes than keep cross upside down, but you might spot a pentagram with me time to time as a symbol of my beliefs in the powers of the nature. I enjoy forest. I find my innerpeace from there, cast spells, gather energy and use them for the benefits of my loved ones as well as against of my enemies if they are worth of it.

I'm not a wicca, nor anything else like that. I'm only a grown man with a normal life and family who follows shamanistic traditions, and who feels that he can see world little bit more broad than most of the people. That still does not make me any more better than the others.

My calling I got in the birth - I was not encouraged towards it by anyone - My path founded me in the rainy weather under the pale light of the moon, as the snowflakes gently descended towards to the ground and sun rised behind the horizon whispering the night away from the skies.

I'm peak of the flat-headiness, balancing between magical world and the sceptic science. My inner conflict between science and witchcraft keeps on fightning daily before I remember to watch out to the nature and get the peace I need from there. There is my home. I have seen lots of things, what no science can explain, felt things, what no words can describe.

I dont wan't to judge anyone of the beliefs. I cannot afford to act like that anymore. Everyone has their own god in somewhere.