When I look back, it feels like something I have always known on some level. It may not have been one single big thing but more like a bunch of small things. Almost always feling sick while getting ready for church. The feeling of being watched. Dreams of my entire religious family tumbling over a waterfall while I stand firmly on the edge and do no fall. I had cracked open the door to occultism a little just out of curiosity. Then it literally fell in my lap when I go invited to join a study group. That was over 25 years ago..and I am so happy to have found my path.