jayene | hrmmm, I tend to update in clusters.... (Reply)

Oh well. I've got the lining for Stacy’s cloak together, except I for got the gosh darned pockets. Must fix that. One key issue is that I like my religion to be about philosophy not pageantry. With few exceptions, I've found the religious ceremonies (and this includes some pagan ones) seem to be theatrical productions. I enjoy watching theater...but I enjoy much more participating in it.
I enjoy being pagan because I get to participate more frequently, esp when doing solitary rituals. ;) I enjoy it for the freedom of thought, the creativeness and the ability to allow the religion to become my own path unique to me, the subtleties of tailor fitting. I also enjoy the freedom of guilt. No longer do I have to spend my days worrying that I am going to a hell, I don’t believe in that. I don’t need to fear that every bad deed is the “devil” out to get me.

I was listening to the radio in my car this morning and the station that last night had been playing Christmas carols was now preaching some rather extreme Christian views, things about the antichrist and six six six and paranoid signs of the end of the world. I am grateful today that I never fell into that trap. I never realized that there are a lot of people out there that are trapped in those extreme views. The station talked a lot about going to church and reading the bible to become a useful “tool of god”. The didn’t mention that just because you do those thing doesn’t mean you are a good person, it’s deeds that tell more then anything else.

And onward on this ramble I came to an odd theory, and in my sleepy ramblings I’m going to mention it for no other reason then I’m afraid I’ll forget it come morning.

I don’t accept that Jesus died for my sins, I believe in a higher power and the whole bit, but that some one else made a martyr of themselves for me, I will not accept. I pride myself (to much so) on personal responsibility. I also believe in reincarnation of a sort. Therefore in my wandering brain struck up a theory, plot for a bad novel, or delusion, take your pick.

What if when Jesus was going to die for people’s sins some people said “hey, no way, I can take care of them myself, thank you very much, and keep on experiencing life.” What if that is a reason why some people come back and others don’t? I guess in this hypothesis then their would have to be some ultimate sin/bad deed that we all committed, and I’m not sure if that is correct or not. Oh well I guess it doesn’t matter…

After all these are just sleepy religious ramblings.

Assorted sleepy religious ramblings