It's been a while since I have last posted anything on this blog. To any of those curious, I'm a born again Christian. Haha! Just kidding. Nope, still Religion-Free and continuing to enjoying every minute of it.
It's quite different being an outsider of friends of family who are devout in their own sects or religion. I'm actually going to be the best man at my friends wedding and the ceremony will take place in a Roman Catholic Church. Oh how the religion tries to reel me back in by using my friend as a scapegoat. I told my friend I'm no longer practice nor do I follow any religion. Like a true friend, he still asked me to be his best man at his wedding.
It's been a good four years since I've stepped in a church. The last time I was in a church, I was at my niece's baptism. Under the influence of my mother, who is a devout Roman Catholic, she some how convinced my sister to have her daughter baptized. I don't know if it was forceful or out of parental shame, but my sister eventually caved in. My sister isn't religious, but she would quite say that she divorces the idea of religion. I only know this, because when I told her about my religious stance, she could not even think about turning off the God machine in her head. I'm not one to convince or to create an argument so we just left the conversation at that. It has not come up any time after the fact.
I still haven't come clean with my mother about my choice to stay far, far way from religion. I'm pretty sure she suspects something. I don't do the sign of the cross when we're at a family gathering saying grace. I do however will bow my head if a moment of silence is called upon. I just use the time to honour the memories of friends and family. Other than that, my mother has never approached me about my blasphemous ways. I'm sure my father suspects. He and I have very interesting discussions that often lead into either scientific or theological debates. I remember one time he made a comment stating "You know you sound like a humanist." When I was trying to explain to him my ideas of how common sense and social norms came about. This will be another topic to discuss for sure.
If I were to sum up my experience without god thus far, I would say that I'm mentally free in my decision making. What do I mean by that? Think about all the times you've found yourself with a problem. Do you pray for divine help or do you take it upon yourself to look for ways to solve the issue? I find that if you pray for divine help, you're pretty much taking it upon yourself to solve the issue yourself by sugar coating it with a supernatural element to it.
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So I typed something like "to be free of religion" in google and this was like the 5th thing on the list. I always wondered the thoughts of anyone else that would see the meaning of being part of a based religion that believes in a sole creator/god/path, ect.. So It was the only one I chose to click on. Come to think of it, not many people probably ever let that thought cross their mind "what does it mean to be free of religion - or how would I even live free of religion, because I would burn in a fiery hell.." ect. I do not think that many of the mass, could ever let that be a thought or comprehend the fact of living religion free with no god or creator. A world where you live for you and whatever probability happens, is what you're left dealing with, versus the typical divine path that has been chosen by your God or creator...Well now I have to write more stuff because I just noticed that this passage must be at least 300 characters long, maybe that is why no one has commented haha, at least I won't give up. YOU know it was about time that I have come across a page like this. See I draw a lot, nothing realistic, just characters and scenarios of things that I put in a different perspective. Saying it’s a re-creation of something that I see other s believing in, the way the world works to me, how I feel as a person in life, and a good amount political and religion inspiration. And in the end, I just feel that we live for our brains, kept alive by our organs that are in-cased in a body bearing of bones. Where we have been made up of cells, molecules, atoms, and even the smallest particles in existence. So that had to all come from somewhere. I see it as how sand lines the ocean, like how dirt is formed and is made into what we see and live today. AND I am going to leave it for a thinker to think about it.
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