an anarchist
Your local anarchist.
I am in a stressful situation.
So, I tried meditating, as I do. Usually, though, I would meditate in the presence of the Trinity imagined before me. I’d meditate to all three of them individually, and then all three of them combined, open up and chakras and stuff. Presently, I’m considering becoming a deist. I was saddened that I was no longer having that perceived intimate connection with God. I just did a simple breathing meditation in its place.
Later on that day, I was still stressed. Instinctively, I got on my knees to pray and beg Jesus Christ for help. Then I remembered. I’m not sure I believe. Well shoot, so I prayed a pathetic prayer “Jesus, if you are real, stop me from becoming an apostate and help me out please!” That’s all I prayed, usually I’ll spend a lot more time in prayer.
I got up and realized what I had to do in lieu of praying. I had to craft a plan. I had to proceed with caution. I had to think for myself! I had to get myself out of this situation. My whole life, I have just prayed for help and then trusted that God would take care of it. Haphazardly have I plowed through existence, assuming God has saved me time and time again. I have near death experiences, times where I’ve called out God to save my life, and I did not die. Surely, I thought, God is real. I have to accept I am still here due to what man calls luck, and not God. Absolutely terrifying.
I’m just beginning to realize that it is a paradigm shift going from a theistic belief system to one that is not theistic. It is not a switch I can just turn off.
So, I tried meditating, as I do. Usually, though, I would meditate in the presence of the Trinity imagined before me. I’d meditate to all three of them individually, and then all three of them combined, open up and chakras and stuff. Presently, I’m considering becoming a deist. I was saddened that I was no longer having that perceived intimate connection with God. I just did a simple breathing meditation in its place.
Later on that day, I was still stressed. Instinctively, I got on my knees to pray and beg Jesus Christ for help. Then I remembered. I’m not sure I believe. Well shoot, so I prayed a pathetic prayer “Jesus, if you are real, stop me from becoming an apostate and help me out please!” That’s all I prayed, usually I’ll spend a lot more time in prayer.
I got up and realized what I had to do in lieu of praying. I had to craft a plan. I had to proceed with caution. I had to think for myself! I had to get myself out of this situation. My whole life, I have just prayed for help and then trusted that God would take care of it. Haphazardly have I plowed through existence, assuming God has saved me time and time again. I have near death experiences, times where I’ve called out God to save my life, and I did not die. Surely, I thought, God is real. I have to accept I am still here due to what man calls luck, and not God. Absolutely terrifying.
I’m just beginning to realize that it is a paradigm shift going from a theistic belief system to one that is not theistic. It is not a switch I can just turn off.