Posts Tagged ‘religion’

When you label something or someone people stop thinking. They assume the contrived label is correct and ignore the small print. When “The Religious” sect labeled people “Bad” they were declaring themselves “Good.” It’s manipulation 101. Religion labeled Gay as bad declaring heterosexuals good. No questions asked. No reasons why. Religion labeled women as second class citizens declaring the opposite gender first class.

The art of mass control by religion has been handed down generation by generation, altering their wording as not to allow their control to slip. Modern times and the addition of half the intellectual and empathetic population (women) make it hard for the religious sect to sink their heels into people’s ignorance.

Think about it.

Over the Rainbow.

 

 Anger got the best of me. I ranted and raged against a religion that claimed women were second class citizens. With two daughters and a son in tow I would not allow my son to believe he was better than his sisters, or have my daughters believing their future was limited and dependent on a husband. Parents have an obligation to raise open-minded, loving, respectable, children who as adults add balance to humanity. Once I got passed a few long-gone men’s huge egos, another realization hit. They were no better than I am, no more powerful, no less equal. And the God I believe in is an unconditional love entity that we all can hear and feel. I didn’t need a book or men to tell me what to believe and how to live and who to love. My mom raised me with morals and the knowledge of right and wrong.  To reach the being I knew existed, I simply had to listen to my heart, my inner voice, my higher self. And I did. An open mind provides a clear channel to the spiritual realm and to what many people like to label God. Only “God” turns out not to be a single powerful being but an epiphany that is only realized when you consider every human, animal, plant, fish, the grass and weeds etc. as all significant parts of one majestic entity where love resides and hate is an emotion born on earth.

The freedom from losing their earth learned faith is amazing.

Losing their faith (part 2)

 

I didn’t start questioning God’s morals and until years after my grandma’s death. When you’re a child all matters are explained with a thick coating of sugar. When you learn the alphabet, teachers and parents slowly spoon feed you each letter by using entertaining books and fun songs. Later you learn the meat of the lessons, expected to fully understand grammar, punctuation and a myriad of confusing rules in order to communicate clearly. Thus the religious lessons that began as loving fun church homilies and bible stories were just the bait on the hook. When they finally added the meat to the lessons, a red flag went up, but I was young and trusting of the adults who followed the teachings without question. I, on the other hand, heard a lot of hypocrisy and therefore started compiling questions, storing them in the shadows of my mind. At one point, the red flag turned into a blaring alarm which I could not ignore and the love I believed God was, turned out to be conditional.

…to be continued

Losing their faith

Posted: June 8, 2014 in Uncategorized
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Losing faith in my Faith (Part 1)

 

In my early years, I believed in God and everything He stood for. My innocent heart fed on words of love, uplifting homilies and the amazing feelings of community while sitting on a pew with my mom and siblings. We celebrated Christmas and Easter with my large family of aunts, uncles and cousins.

At that time, we were our own little community. Crucifixes, crosses and pictures of Jesus were hung everywhere while mother Mary watched over the garden.  

 My mom’s mom was very religious. The matriarch of the family, she was maybe five foot in height, a short plump Italian woman, she was the greatest reason for my strong belief.

She suffered and survived an abusive relationship.

Raised six children and worked through the Great Depression

She was our sanctuary during difficult times at home.

She fed and sheltered us when we couldn’t go home.

At the risk of her own life, she helped others.

My grandma believed therefore I believed

And at the age of fifteen, her heart gave out…