There is nothing like being disastrously young laying on a cold cement floor having just been molested to conclude there is no God. There is nobody to save you. It is nice for other people to have that panacea for the masses–but it is not real.
Something in the act of bleeding on cement knocks the God right out of ya. Which is a good thing or so it seems to me. I liken this God idea to Glenda the Good Witch. Pop on go the magic slippers so Dorothy can have these wondrous and terrifying adventures looking for the Wizard who regardless of how many people believe in him is pure fabrication.
You get the idea. No God.
I am a rather spiritual person, as much so as I can be. I have chosen Buddhism. It is all up to me. My job is to create happiness, moral rectifude, fairness. It gets fairly complicated but that is the gyst of the thing. I will be reborn up or down the ladder depending on how well i create positive change in this life. It suits me.
Now. I am not saying that the whole god thing isn’t good. Go have a,blast with yours. If it works hey great. Just take a moment to consider yourself very, very lucky.
Michelle aka grrlysquirrel75 said,
November 18, 2011 at 8:48 am
I can totally understand why your belief in God is no more. I’ve actually considered Buddhism myself. I can’t even begin to imagine what you’ve been through and how the Penn State situation has made your life a living nightmare. I just hope that you have someone you can lean on.
splinteredones said,
November 18, 2011 at 9:05 am
It is not easy. Everyone with MH issues, it is all the same.
Pandora said,
November 18, 2011 at 11:54 am
Great post, lovely. I empathise quite a bit. x
splinteredones said,
November 18, 2011 at 12:35 pm
Awww thank you hon.