An exploration of belief and faith
In the beginning, there was nothing.
I was a void. I believe we all start this way. Perhaps the first thing I had faith in are those dark, large shadows. The hands that carried me and cleaned me and fed me. I had faith that they would always be there for me. I was not alone.
I remember the first time I stepped into a church. I was a flower girl at my aunt's wedding. I was 6 or 7. I shied away from the curious looks of the other kids. Somehow, my aunt and uncle who were getting married convinced my parents that I should start going to church. I agreed because I wanted the extra social outlet. Little did I know I entered the desert...
Learning the ways of the church. Learning the Bible for the first time. Jonas and the whale. Bible expositions. Competition in many ways. Validation.
I joined the choir.
When I started my indoctrination, I began to really learn the ways of the church and the reasons for why the church believes in their doctrine. I'm not exactly sure why I decided to start my indoctrination, but I have some guesses. Not all of them are exactly moral.
I felt something.
Song of Solomon/Lamentations
Finding love and losing faith...
After I lost faith, I began to find something else to believe in. To fill the void of faith, I took up the emptiness of physical relationships. My mantra became science with atheism's cold embrace.
A wiccan epistle.
Moving on to other paths and the search for enlightenment.