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The Masters Degree of Fate

After diving deep into a strict, hell-fire damnation, religion and being stripped of everything that was me, leaving was another stripping away. It was like tumbling down a steep mountainside covered in sharp rocks and cacti. All that I thought was my flesh was being ripped from my frame, leaving me raw. Bleeding. I was told the blood would be healing. Maybe they were right after all.

I didn’t need to be washed in someone else’s blood. It was my blood that I needed. I ran a race that wasn’t even mine to run. All of the marks of a cult became my field of study, my discipline. I know their ways inside and out. My passion transformed into a deep desire to know myself. To understand my human psyche. Why do my emotions, my mind, and my soul intertwine?

Why do we crave religion, rites, and rituals? Whether it’s an organized religion with ancient roots or the hard fast rituals of the NFL, we crave it. We want to belong, to have community. But at what cost?

The criticism and skepticism of faith, mysticism, and metaphysicalism. Anything that isn’t tangible is called into question. The crowd becomes a mob with torches.

“They’re burning all the witches, even if you aren’t one.” ~Taylor Swift

Where does reality end and belief begin? Can’t they coexist? Can we waltz together smoothly? Maybe the dance steps resemble a fun foxtrot or a sexy tango. For some it may be more of a belly dance.

This ballet of belief carries a self discipline that might be considered a science, but the art of spirituality is where we can be free to express ourselves in ways that can’t be defined by the neat and tightly constructed boxes of science. Thus we’re considered a field of pseudoscience.

We’re accused of heresy, fiction, and of being gullible.

The battle lines have been drawn and we’re told it’s all black and white. You’re either scientific or you’re not.

But I ditched that mentality when I left the cult of religion. That black and white/this is right and that is not, sin and holy facade and I have no desire to go back. I refuse to become a pillar of salt.

The religious community and the science community are ever at odds with one another and I will take no part in it.

Just because my faith, hope, and beliefs can’t be measured by science doesn’t make them invalid.

We can’t scientifically prove love, but the majority of the world still believes in it.

Because we experience love.

I concede, there are con artists who take advantage of people who are experiencing their spirituality. There are fleecers in religion that make your blood boil. There’s a con around every corner so how can we make sure we aren’t duped while pursuing our spiritual enlightenment?

I’ve found my way through the smoke and mirrors. I’ve mastered my own labyrinth.

There’s no reason to get lost in a maze of hay with monsters cloaking in the fog and shadows.

Spirituality can utilize the earth’s elements to become your art form. It’s your method of expressing your path. You create your own gallery of experiences. Find your discipline and use science as a framework. These tools offered here can be worked with to paint the joy of your journey, to sort out your hardships, to cleanse away the doubt and fears.

Discover who you are and equip yourself to become the master of your own fate.

Master of my own fate,

Sisterlisa

 

 

 

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