I’m going to generalise a bit. I’m going to speak on behalf of my generation a bit. I’m going to share some of me with you. I expect you to use your common sense. To be responsible and open. Don’t make me send you back to the this is my blog post from earlier in the week. ;) Right. Let’s go.
I have had this conversation with my Dad loads of times. He worries for my generation. He worries that we have no belief, no faith. And thus, we can be disconnected from each other and from the energetic life force that connects us all. He is a spiritual man. NOW, I tend to agree with him. And here’s why.
We {my siblings and I} we Christianed into the Uniting Church when we were babies. As we grew older we would visit numerous churches for different Sunday schools and services. We later attended the only private school in our area, which happened to be Catholic. I would read with an unstoppable hunger books on Wicca and Earth Religions when I was a teenager. I began to see overlaps. Similarities not differences.
The more I developed, researched and gathered to me the more disappointed I became with the traditional structures of religion. I was young and still in my early teens when the Church {Catholic predominately but others as well} went through the worst years of its modern life. The lies, the corruption, the exclusion and segregation and conflict.
All in the name of God. Or their version of holy person/figure/thing. I call the human versions Avatars. I don’t know where I first heard that. But it stuck. Connected, zen type people that impact the world while they are here. Prophets. How did they KNOW. I asked. Who told them? WHO SAID!? I asked.
I began to hate and judge them myself. I would violently argue. Back up my point with a quick mind and venomous tongue. I would not attend church. I laughed in the face of those that did. I became the very thing I hated about them. I was them. They had created me, in their image and I was a willing vessel. Glad to rally for what I BELIEVED was right.
This remained for many years. And bit by bit I softened. I read more. I encourage discussion rather than debate and argument. I heard people. I got in my very bones that if I wanted freedom of religion, to believe what I believe, then I had to offer that. Not that I had to agree, all the time. Or accept mistreatment of people or beings. But mostly that I wasn’t right. Or wrong. I just was. And so were they.
I could be a demonstration of love, generosity and compassion and I could create people in my image. Not like I was a God or a prophet. But that without something to push against, fight against, most people were willing to listen. I was as pace for love and generosity to show up. For acceptance and faith to arrive.
And something magical happened. I felt connected to people. Associated and loved. I had a place to belong. I had people. I saw the joy and beauty of the universal energy in everything. My life was unchanged, but I was changed fully. To my very core. The world and it’s people looked different. But it was me.
These days I would classify myself as agnostic. If forced. Spiritual sounds too dippy for me. I am MUCH too serious, don’t you know. I don’t attend any church services but have on occasion visited them. I love to sing. I love the chorus of voices. That speaks to me. So sometimes a church service calls to me. Most of all, I no longer judge others choice of religion. Or their belief. And sometimes it takes SOMETHING. Believe me.
But.. I am a space for no judgement to show up. That is my religion.
Where do you sit? How did you come to be there?
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