LastXercesBlue
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Basically the thread title says it all.
I love religion. I love all religions. Even if I don't agree with some practices or philosophies, I accept all of them, find beauty, inspiration, and potential for gnosis in all of them, and can imagine, for at least a fleeting moment, that I could be a part of almost any of them. To me, all religions are true and just different paths going up the same mountain.
I'm beginning to think that my tolerance and universalist worldview is maybe a bad thing. At any rate, it sure is getting in the way of me finding a religion that suits me.
And sure, no one said I have to find a religion. I actually haven't even firmly said to myself that I need to find one, either. I might be satisfied combining two or three, or all of them. That's the universalist in me talking. But can I really go on like this forever?
I love the lessons taught by Jesus and the Buddha, I respect the cycles of nature and the spirits of my ancestors like a Pagan, I love the beauty of Eastern Orthodox icons, statues of Catholic saints and pagan deities, the smell of frankincense and myrrh, chants and songs and hymns and mantras and prayers humbly and joyfully calling out to the Creator in all of His/Her holy names. Buddhist temples, Shinto shrines, Catholic churches, Mosques, mountains, rivers, and beaches and my own home are all holy places. I can just as easily accept that there is one Supreme creator as I can accept that there are many gods and spirits and saints, just as I can accept we are beings with divine sparks imperfect because we were possibly created by an imperfect god, just as I can accept that maybe... just maybe... there's nothing at all.
I'm ranting, and I'm truly sorry, but I'm in the middle of a spiritual crisis, so I hope I'll be forgiven. I feel like I'm right at the edge of a major transformation, and I'm just a feather's touch away from the tipping point. Like a shamanic initiation, or a dark night of the soul, or Neo taking the red pill, or whatever you might call it, I feel like I'm waiting for my ego to die.
I really don't know what I'm expecting from posting this. I don't expect anyone to spoon-feed the answers to me. I'm not even sure what the questions are. And I don't think any one can tell me the One True Religion for me. Suggestions would be considered. I think what I'm looking for, more than that though, is for a little nudge off the edge I'm teetering on. I'll tumble in the direction I'm meant to go, if all goes well. )(
I love religion. I love all religions. Even if I don't agree with some practices or philosophies, I accept all of them, find beauty, inspiration, and potential for gnosis in all of them, and can imagine, for at least a fleeting moment, that I could be a part of almost any of them. To me, all religions are true and just different paths going up the same mountain.
I'm beginning to think that my tolerance and universalist worldview is maybe a bad thing. At any rate, it sure is getting in the way of me finding a religion that suits me.
And sure, no one said I have to find a religion. I actually haven't even firmly said to myself that I need to find one, either. I might be satisfied combining two or three, or all of them. That's the universalist in me talking. But can I really go on like this forever?
I love the lessons taught by Jesus and the Buddha, I respect the cycles of nature and the spirits of my ancestors like a Pagan, I love the beauty of Eastern Orthodox icons, statues of Catholic saints and pagan deities, the smell of frankincense and myrrh, chants and songs and hymns and mantras and prayers humbly and joyfully calling out to the Creator in all of His/Her holy names. Buddhist temples, Shinto shrines, Catholic churches, Mosques, mountains, rivers, and beaches and my own home are all holy places. I can just as easily accept that there is one Supreme creator as I can accept that there are many gods and spirits and saints, just as I can accept we are beings with divine sparks imperfect because we were possibly created by an imperfect god, just as I can accept that maybe... just maybe... there's nothing at all.
I'm ranting, and I'm truly sorry, but I'm in the middle of a spiritual crisis, so I hope I'll be forgiven. I feel like I'm right at the edge of a major transformation, and I'm just a feather's touch away from the tipping point. Like a shamanic initiation, or a dark night of the soul, or Neo taking the red pill, or whatever you might call it, I feel like I'm waiting for my ego to die.
I really don't know what I'm expecting from posting this. I don't expect anyone to spoon-feed the answers to me. I'm not even sure what the questions are. And I don't think any one can tell me the One True Religion for me. Suggestions would be considered. I think what I'm looking for, more than that though, is for a little nudge off the edge I'm teetering on. I'll tumble in the direction I'm meant to go, if all goes well. )(