Religion II

My foray into the so-called "Wiccan" religion was very short-lived.  I couldn't swallow all the white light and pink clouds--they were making me sick.  After six months, I continued to practice magic (notice I don't spell it with a "k"), but dropped Neo-Wicca, which is debatably a more accurate term for what I'd been studying.

I quit trying to mold myself into another person's religion.  I hate to sound presumptuous, but the truth is, I feel that anyone who belongs to a religion with lots and lots of followers, or so-called "believers," is kidding himself.  He is probably following that religion because a) his family does, and he was raised on it, b)someone recruited him to do it, or c) he had a "calling"  (translation: he felt the need to follow a certain crowd).  I think that, over time, a person will talk oneself into actually believing what one says one does.  It's sad, actually.  That person is missing out on an enlightening experience for no good reason.

In any event, I've made full circle.  So I was trying to enlighten myself by running a question-and-answer routine on myself one night while I was bored.  I came up with "the gods weren't always there."  (I believe in lots of gods, but I haven't chosen a particular pantheon yet.  I'm kind of partial to the Greek and Egyptian pantheons, though.)  So the chain went on.  Who made the gods, then?  And who made the thing that made the gods?  And who made that thing?  Of course, you see the dilemma.  This could go on and on forever . . . which was part of how I came to my conclusion, actually.  Cont'd next entry . . .