went to the bisexual church of pope cody this past sunday morning 😜🙌🏼
no but seriously, i went to an actual church and it was my first time going to one in almost 9 years that wasn’t just for a funeral. it actually wasn’t Horrible honestly, the preacher that spoke was actually really funny and threw out a bunch of jokes in his sermon, and made it very light and understandable. did still feel kinda culty though, and the whole ass concert-like musical performance in the beginning was very 😟😟 like yikiesss
(lots more yapping abt religion below the cut)
idkk like i just.. RAHAGWGWHWG i was raised in a very strict pentecostal family, and like i vaguely remember going to sunday school when i was like 3-5 ish. when i was way young and we’d stay at my aunts house for a family gathering, or if my dad was fixing something for them, if we were there on a sunday my aunt would Force me n my brothers to go with them to church. and when i was like 6/7 and under i didn’t really think too deeply abt it, i was always like “well, this is just what we do”. i didn’t really have fully formed thoughts or opinions of my own yet.
my dad had kinda stopped taking us to church when i was abt 5 i think, after my parents divorced and my dad got primary custody of us was when we moved to michigan from indiana (we were only two hours from my actual hometown, like where me n my brothers were born) and he looked around and went to a few services but just couldn’t find a good pentecostal church that he liked and aligned with, so we didn’t go ourselves for a really long time.
when i was 8 i had a mental breakdown one night; i’d been praying and praying and praying, for so long, for god to remove the evil and sorrow from my life. for my dad to stop hurting my brothers. for my dad to get sober. for people in my family to stop dying. for all the evil i saw in the world to cease. to bring peace to those around me, and in turn, to myself. not a single one of these prayers was ever answered. when i finally realized that, that night, that was the moment that faith left me. i believed in nothing.
eventually when i was abt 8-10 my family decided that Now i had the autonomy to choose and stopped forcing me into it, so i never really went again. the last time i ever did before this i was 11, and i was forced, by my mother. her husband at the time (very unlucky #4) was a bitchass and started forcing her back into the church, so when i stayed with them for a whole month in the summer of 2017 they made me go a time or two. of course i absolutely fucking hated it, and didn’t even pay attention, because it was the farthest shit from what i believed in at the time—which wasn’t really anything at that point, i hadn’t really discovered spirituality yet, and i was still confused and just figuring myself out in that right.
then, when i was 13, i began dipping my toes in paganism and witchcraft. through that, i found myself. i learned myself better than i ever had under the thumb of western protestant christianity. i’ve been a practicing witch for almost 8 years now. even found out through some genealogy testing that my mother and i, through her mother’s family, are ancestrally connected to blood-born witches from northern & central appalachia and new england, dating back at least a couple hundred years or so.
you can be a non-believer of witchcraft and spiritualism all you want, but there are thousands of scientific studies to backup the existence of ghosts, that manifestation works, that numerology isn’t just silly number sequences that we’ve put upon unimportant means, etc.
i strongly believe that every god and deity that’s ever been worshipped by enough ppl are OR were real. that does include the christian god. but i think the christian god hasn’t been present for a very long, long time. i’m talking at least the 250+ years that the american empire has existed. maybe even longer than that. maybe he left when they start defiling the pagan statues in rome during the crusade. but whose to say, really.
the pantheon is one of few buildings that still stands to represent human diversity, faith, and love in the face of oppression, censorship, and conformity. the oculus is present for those that worship the sun, moon, stars and planets. why else would they have been referred to as ‘heavenly bodies’? nobodies really talking abt divine flesh here—because (according to the christian bible and theologians) jesus christ’s crucitfition took place somewhere around 30-33 BC. the pantheon was originally built around 25-27 BC, when jesus would’ve been walking the earth. he wasn’t to be worshipped yet, for only in the face of death and resurrection did he become a holy icon.
the god i was taught abt in sunday school, the god i’ve always heard my family talk abt, would never let any of this shit happen. that was the biggest reason for my apostasy. because i prayed on my knees every night, for my family and the world more than myself, and not a single thing ever came of it. my aunts always told me to “just pray, and he will answer”. that never happened. none of my prayers were ever answered.
i don’t want to believe in something that would let happen the atrocities that have occurred on this planet, amongst his “favorite creation”. if god loved us all so much, then why does bigotry even exist? why would a perfect and all-knowing being create imperfect beings? if he’s all-knowing, then he already knows what imperfection is and what can occur when you create imperfection and impotence. it’s just never made sense to me.
GARSHSHWHAHA i don’t really have anymore thoughts left in my head abt this rn but i have been harboring a lot of this for a long time and i just wanted to get it out, to ease my brain 💆🏼♀️ and if anyone wanted to hear it i guess















