2008-10-05

An introduction.

Well time to use this blog for what I created it for.... blogging.

To start things off, and make sure everyone is on the right page, I AM NOT AN ATHEIST! There, I said it, my secret's out. I'm not an atheist, I'm not a muslim, I'm not jewish, I'm not Pagan, I'm not really anything really. But I'll give you my Religious background.

I come from a religious family, there are 6 of us kids in this family, and on my mother's side I have about 20 cousins. All of us were raised Catholic. We went to a catholic church, and we went to catholic schools (for the most part) and all-in-all we were pretty decent at it. Then all of us kids got older.

We moved to a different province when I was 10 years old, and with that move we ended up moving to a place that didn't have a very good catholic school. My parents didn't like how this school was run, so they ended up putting us in Public School, this is where my faith in Catholicism started to falter.

All my life I had been raised to believe that everything had happened for a reason, that God had a plan and that everyone was good, and I believed it (for the most part) until my three years in public elementary school. I was the chubby kid in school, but that was never a problem. I played sports, I was good at them, and in my catholic school I always had plenty of friends, but when I moved here, due to the fact that I was religious and chubby, I was avoided like the plague. I was made fun of nearly every day of school, and when I played sports, even though I was good at them, everyone picked me last, just to bug me. It even got so bad that these girls would sing a song about me being fat.

And as petty as a reason it seems, that caused me to lose faith in God when I was younger. If there was a being who had this divine plan why would he have put me in a situation like that where I had no friends at all for 3 years and suffered endless torment? It was like a mild version of how the priest had described hell to me while I was in church. And this disbelief in a divine being stuck with me through junior high.

I made friends in junior high though, we were a group of kids who were all outcasts from different schools, and we all got along really well. (Hell, I'm still friends with some of these people, almost 10 years later.) And I can't remember which one of us had brought it up, but because we all had experienced the same thing, both in torment and religious disdain, we decided to give Satanism a try.

At first we were like the naive, the ones who run about saying "Hail Satan" and whatnot, but then we went out and bought books, and we actually read them. We learned that Satanism was only called such as it was in direct opposition to the christian religion, and we had learned that it was merely a neo-pagan religion. (Much like Wicca, but I'll get to that later) But that didn't sway the fact that we had found a religion together that seemingly suited our needs and, unlike wicca, had no repercussions for ill-wishing someone. We had tried (and failed) many-a-time trying to curse our teachers, though we thought we may have successfully given one the shits at one point.

As I grew older I started to realize that Satanism wasn't quite for me, and I lost interest in it completely. My next natural progression was something that had a little less notoriety and was less self-centered, this was my move to Wicca.

Wicca had an almost supernatural appeal to me, as I've always been fond of Witches. (Hocus Pocus was one of my favourite movies growing up... but that also could have been because of Sarah Jessica Parker and her boobalicious costume in that movie [that made some nice dreams when I was a pre-teen]) In highschool one of my friends was wiccan, and as I'm sure you've guessed, I've always been interested in religion, so naturally I asked them to explain it to me. I went over to their house a couple times, and sat in on some of their rituals, and eventually had gotten initiated myself, and with this friend, and one other, we had birthed our coven.

Things in our coven had been great, for about a month, until the second friend (not the one who initiated me) started bringing around friends who were Wiccan because it was "The" thing to do. We tried to tolerate them for as long as possible, but soon we were outnumbered by people who were not serious in the religious aspect and everything sorta fell apart. It was when this happened that the original friend and I decided to become solitaire, not letting anyone interfere with our practice, and after a fews years after graduation I slowed my practices up into non-existant.

After graduation the working life began as I didn't go to college right away (I technically still haven't, as my schooling isn't scheduled until sometime next year.) And with the work experience came meeting new people. With these new people came new religions, and although I never actually practiced them, I had some good discussion about the practices of Islam, Buddhism, Taoism, and the Mormon Branch of Christianity.

During all these experience I picked up many small beliefs that I felt suited my life, and I have hung onto them, but I also learned a very important fact. All these religions teach the same thing to some extent. And as such I developed my belief that there truly is only one divine being (or God, if you will) and that the different religions just depict a different face. Religions with more than one god merely depict different temperments as this divine being. (S)He is good, (S)He is evil, (S)He is nature, encompassing everything.

And thus begins my blog, my views on life, religion, and the theists who write onto a public medium about such.