Religion and spirituality are such interesting and truly subjective issues. Everyone has an opinion on them--myself, I am fascinated by them. In terms of religion, I'm pretty non committal at best. I was born a Jehova's witness, baptized Catholic 4 years later, and in recovery by the age of 14. Since then, I have tried to learn about Judaism, Kabbalah, Buddhism, etc. So some days I may say thanks to Allah, Yahweh, Buddha, Goddess...who knows. It's irrelevant, it's just a name. At the end of the day, I just believe in spirituality and faith.
Late last year, an intelligent and intriguing (a lethal combination) woman I knew briefly wrote in her profile, “I want to believe, but never found answers I apparently need for "blind faith". Just tell me this: If the world was created in 8 days, then when the hell were the dinosaurs here?”
For months, those words have echoed in my head causing me to spend hours considering the concept of blind faith. What is blind faith? How do you get it? All my life I have been agnostic, never convinced because no one could make the two stories fit: Adam & Eve or Dinosaurs & Neanderthals.
A year ago, as I was going through my healing process, I was in a very vulnerable and sensitive state. As most people do, regardless of who we are, when you are desperate and hurting you turn to the heavens and either damn the gods above or pray on your knees for answers. So I did. In my need for absolution from my pain, I prayed---for answers.
I realized I needed to get right with me. So I spent a lot of time alone and in silence, existing. John Adams was right when he said, “Grief drives men [people] into habits of serious reflection, sharpens understanding and softens the heart.” This transformation left me open in a very beautiful way that surprised me but gave me a wonderful sense of peace.
In this state of joy, I was able to see some things that I never noticed before.
When I prayed, I found peace. Really, from a non believer, I tell you that nothing brought me more solace than to find a temple, a shrine, a mosque, a church, it didn’t matter, but a holy place and sit in solitude. It eased my pain. It cleansed me, the silence and energy inside made me pure.