I apologize for my sporadic activity. My life has been very busy and hectic as I have 3 jobs, college, pets, family issues, health issues, multiple projects, and more. Anyway, on to the reason for my post. Note: DO NOT make this into a religious debate. I DO NOT want this to go into fratching territory. Violators will be struck with a fresh salmon.
You have been warned -.-
I have considered myself a Christian for the majority of my life. I first started having doubts when I was in middle school and I started questioning some of the things I read in the Bible that, in my eyes, didn't make sense. Over the years, this escalated and I kept finding more and more things that I didn't like/didn't agree with/didn't make sense/etc. Whenever I would encounter one of these things, I would either omit it from my beliefs or alter it to fit my beliefs. Also, I began experiencing "supernatural" things during my teen years that swayed my beliefs. This continued until just over a year ago. I finally stopped what I was doing and took a step back to see that me religion had become something so far away from where I started that I felt I could no longer call myself a Christian.
For a while, I wasn't sure what I was. I knew I wasn't Christian, but I didn't know of any religion that matched my beliefs. Staying true to my nature, I picked up some books and began researching. The first book I got was difficult because I knew my mother would disapprove. I had to fib and say I was doing research for a book I was thinking about writing. She still didn't like it. It scared her; the fact that I was reading it. The book resonated with me on a special level but I decided to cast it aside in search of a less controversial religion. (Let's call this controversial religion, Religion X.)
Next, I researched other Abrahamic religions thinking if one of those fit, my mother would disapprove less. Judaism was a bust and Islam didn't fit me at all; neither did any of the other branches of Christianity. Then, I retreated to the Interwebz because I knew so little about religions outside the Abrahamic faiths. Hinduism didn't fit, nor Taoism, nor Jainism, nor Scientology, nor Unitarian Universalism, etc, etc, etc. The ones I found that did catch my attention were Buddhism, Paganism, and Wicca.
Back to the library I go! I picked up a book on Buddhism, a Pagan book, a book on Wicca, and the first book I got because it was on the shelf there and I felt that I had to get it again. I was drawn to it again. With Buddhism, the faith didn't resonate with me but the teachings did. Wicca didn't make the cut. Paganism was a near perfect match. I mixed Paganism with Buddhism and viola, I had my religion. I still felt a deep connection with Religion X, so I did some research online in secret and discovered that it is actually a Pagan path. The more I learned, the more I realized that it fits me 99% perfectly. Add in a little Buddhism and you got yourself 100% religion.
I decided now that I know my true religion, I want to practice it and get involved. I immediately ran into several big snags:
1) There are no groups in my state for this religion.
2) There is little available information on this religion.
3) I would need to hide it from my mother to avoid scaring her.
Luckily, she didn't notice the altar I made but the fact that she could see it stressed me out so badly. Plus the fact that she kept trying to talk Christianity with me and start up conversations about God and Jesus and whatnot. I hate lying. I'm a terrible liar and lying in and of itself stresses me out to such an extent that I normally avoid it at all costs. I decided to tell her because she would probably find out anyway; my altar seems to grow periodically and it's getting harder and harder to overlook.
I figured "Mom I'm not a Christian" would be a better starting point than "Mom I'm not a Christian and I've converted to Religion X." (Side note: Religion X has a terrible and completely false reputation. I know I'd have a hard time convincing her that its false reputation is indeed false.) So I finally told her that I'm not a Christian and it went over better than I thought it would. She just said she'll love me no matter what and left it at that. "This is wonderful," I thought. "I'll let this sink in for a bit and then hint that I'm a Pagan, and so on. Baby steps." That was last week.
Yesterday, we spent the day together running errands, shopping, we went out to eat (I had most of the day off). It was nice, calm, fun. When we got home, she asked me if I thought Uncle was a smart man. I was majorly confused but said yes I do think he's smart. She went on to tell me that Uncle used to be a non-believer but now he believes and even was a pastor at a church for a bit of time and that I should talk to him. I guess she's not as ok with it as I thought. I told her that I don't agree with a lot of the things in the Bible, Christianity doesn't make me happy, and I want to be able to find a religion that doesn't make me happy. She replied with, "Well the truth isn't there to make you happy. It's there because it's the truth whether or not you like it."
......Great. Beautiful. Lovely. She then asked me to name off some things that I don't like in the Bible. Not wanting to touch the controversial debate topics, I opted to list off some of the Bible verses that deeply disturbed me. Some she wrote off as silly Old Testament laws that no body follows. Others, she didn't know about and she was deeply shocked hearing them and didn't believe that they were even in the Bible until I showed her that they were. (Reminder: NO FRATCHING PEOPLE!!! No Bible debates!! I haz teh salmon! *shakes fish in the air*)
Now, she has written the verses down and plans on talking to her Christian friends to get an explanation for them. She also told me that she knows I will come back and that God is trying to talk to me but I just can't hear him right now. Basically, Progress=-2000. I'm not trying to unconvince her of her religion nor am I trying to convert her to mine. I just want her to accept me for who I am and let me be me. Also, now I'm beginning to doubt my religion and am considering just dumping the whole religion thing and being an atheist. I really want to stick to my religion but it's hard to believe when you can't practice, know no others who practice, and have the world telling you it's wrong and evil.
My questions are:
1) Any ideas on how to get my mom to accept me and stop trying to "save" me?
2) Should I try to pursue my religion or just scrap it?
You have been warned -.-I have considered myself a Christian for the majority of my life. I first started having doubts when I was in middle school and I started questioning some of the things I read in the Bible that, in my eyes, didn't make sense. Over the years, this escalated and I kept finding more and more things that I didn't like/didn't agree with/didn't make sense/etc. Whenever I would encounter one of these things, I would either omit it from my beliefs or alter it to fit my beliefs. Also, I began experiencing "supernatural" things during my teen years that swayed my beliefs. This continued until just over a year ago. I finally stopped what I was doing and took a step back to see that me religion had become something so far away from where I started that I felt I could no longer call myself a Christian.
For a while, I wasn't sure what I was. I knew I wasn't Christian, but I didn't know of any religion that matched my beliefs. Staying true to my nature, I picked up some books and began researching. The first book I got was difficult because I knew my mother would disapprove. I had to fib and say I was doing research for a book I was thinking about writing. She still didn't like it. It scared her; the fact that I was reading it. The book resonated with me on a special level but I decided to cast it aside in search of a less controversial religion. (Let's call this controversial religion, Religion X.)
Next, I researched other Abrahamic religions thinking if one of those fit, my mother would disapprove less. Judaism was a bust and Islam didn't fit me at all; neither did any of the other branches of Christianity. Then, I retreated to the Interwebz because I knew so little about religions outside the Abrahamic faiths. Hinduism didn't fit, nor Taoism, nor Jainism, nor Scientology, nor Unitarian Universalism, etc, etc, etc. The ones I found that did catch my attention were Buddhism, Paganism, and Wicca.
Back to the library I go! I picked up a book on Buddhism, a Pagan book, a book on Wicca, and the first book I got because it was on the shelf there and I felt that I had to get it again. I was drawn to it again. With Buddhism, the faith didn't resonate with me but the teachings did. Wicca didn't make the cut. Paganism was a near perfect match. I mixed Paganism with Buddhism and viola, I had my religion. I still felt a deep connection with Religion X, so I did some research online in secret and discovered that it is actually a Pagan path. The more I learned, the more I realized that it fits me 99% perfectly. Add in a little Buddhism and you got yourself 100% religion.
I decided now that I know my true religion, I want to practice it and get involved. I immediately ran into several big snags:
1) There are no groups in my state for this religion.
2) There is little available information on this religion.
3) I would need to hide it from my mother to avoid scaring her.
Luckily, she didn't notice the altar I made but the fact that she could see it stressed me out so badly. Plus the fact that she kept trying to talk Christianity with me and start up conversations about God and Jesus and whatnot. I hate lying. I'm a terrible liar and lying in and of itself stresses me out to such an extent that I normally avoid it at all costs. I decided to tell her because she would probably find out anyway; my altar seems to grow periodically and it's getting harder and harder to overlook.
I figured "Mom I'm not a Christian" would be a better starting point than "Mom I'm not a Christian and I've converted to Religion X." (Side note: Religion X has a terrible and completely false reputation. I know I'd have a hard time convincing her that its false reputation is indeed false.) So I finally told her that I'm not a Christian and it went over better than I thought it would. She just said she'll love me no matter what and left it at that. "This is wonderful," I thought. "I'll let this sink in for a bit and then hint that I'm a Pagan, and so on. Baby steps." That was last week.
Yesterday, we spent the day together running errands, shopping, we went out to eat (I had most of the day off). It was nice, calm, fun. When we got home, she asked me if I thought Uncle was a smart man. I was majorly confused but said yes I do think he's smart. She went on to tell me that Uncle used to be a non-believer but now he believes and even was a pastor at a church for a bit of time and that I should talk to him. I guess she's not as ok with it as I thought. I told her that I don't agree with a lot of the things in the Bible, Christianity doesn't make me happy, and I want to be able to find a religion that doesn't make me happy. She replied with, "Well the truth isn't there to make you happy. It's there because it's the truth whether or not you like it."
......Great. Beautiful. Lovely. She then asked me to name off some things that I don't like in the Bible. Not wanting to touch the controversial debate topics, I opted to list off some of the Bible verses that deeply disturbed me. Some she wrote off as silly Old Testament laws that no body follows. Others, she didn't know about and she was deeply shocked hearing them and didn't believe that they were even in the Bible until I showed her that they were. (Reminder: NO FRATCHING PEOPLE!!! No Bible debates!! I haz teh salmon! *shakes fish in the air*)Now, she has written the verses down and plans on talking to her Christian friends to get an explanation for them. She also told me that she knows I will come back and that God is trying to talk to me but I just can't hear him right now. Basically, Progress=-2000. I'm not trying to unconvince her of her religion nor am I trying to convert her to mine. I just want her to accept me for who I am and let me be me. Also, now I'm beginning to doubt my religion and am considering just dumping the whole religion thing and being an atheist. I really want to stick to my religion but it's hard to believe when you can't practice, know no others who practice, and have the world telling you it's wrong and evil.
My questions are:
1) Any ideas on how to get my mom to accept me and stop trying to "save" me?
2) Should I try to pursue my religion or just scrap it?


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Also, if you come here, I suggest you go to Reverend Zombie's Voodoo Shop. Marie Leveau's Voodoo Shop is another good one. Speaking with the people who run them will allow you to find out who to get in contact with and they may have suggestions of their own. Reverence Zombie's even has a real altar in the shop.
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