Religion

Okay, so what do I believe, you might ask?  ::Shrug::  I had to think, "How did we get here?"  Then I said, "Supreme being."  (Not that I know what supreme being is, but then, who does?)  But then I said, "Well, how did supreme being get here?"  Hmmm, that's a little harder.  It's too difficult for me to accept that maybe supreme being has simply *always* been here.

When I was little, my mom used to tell me bible stories (you'd laugh if you heard the way she told them--" . . . so then God said, 'Okay, you assholes, this is what I'm gonna do . . .'") and I'd be full of questions about how God got here.  Or there.  Or wherever Heaven is supposed to exist--which was also a question of mine.  My mom's answer was that God has just always been here.  Unable to swallow that (I mean, really, how gullible does she think I am?), at the age of fourteen I started looking for my own answers.

This happened when once my friend Patricia mentioned something about a girl at school (her name was Muriel) knowing more about "Wicca" and "magick"  (spelled with a "k") than some other girl (whom I knew, but whose name I don't remember).  Curious little Georgette that I was, I had to look at things on the internet to find out for myself if people actually *believed* in things like witches and magic.  Sure enough, there it was in black and white.  Unbeknownst (don't you just love that word?) to my family, I started studying this thing that went by "Wicca," but really wasn't (which I didn't know at the time).  Cont'd next entry. . . .