What Religious Confession are you?

What Religion are you?


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Scarletminx

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I classify myself as a Pagan... that is, started out as a more-or-less Gardnerian Wiccan, and later on, I expanded my personal research into different world religions. Now I'd say I'm just an eclectic Pagan.

There are several deities from different pantheons who I feel particularly connected with... The Morrigan, from the pre-Christian Celts, Bastet from the ancient Egyptians, Dionysus and Aphrodite, Hecate, Ganesha (from Hinduism... so much so since He's the remover of obstacles and a patron of dancers, artists, and writers that I got a huge tattoo of him on my right calf that tends to attract commentary)

If you've ever read Neil Gaiman's "American Gods", I like his supposition that deities and religions are created (or perhaps channeled) by man to personify and characterize the forces of the universe and assist in focusing our spiritual energy and fulfilling our needs for ritual and belief.

Gaiman's book fictionally proposed that the deities are nourished by the worship, ritual, and adoration and so the relationship between deity and worshipper are mutually beneficial out of necessity. Once a deity is no longer recognized or paid attention, He/She/It ceases to exist in the general human consciousness.

I like the idea that my relationships with Deity are not just one-sided.

Incidentally, I'm the offspring of Jews who defected from the (then) USSR, so they did not get to practice Judaism until after they left. They practiced as somewhat conservative Jews until I was about 7 or 8 and then they relaxed into more-or-less very open Agnostics with a fondness for certain aspects of Eastern philosophy and spiritual practice. I affectionately call them "zen agnostics with a touch of New Agey".

I live with (and plan to marry eventually) a half Sephardic Jew/half Episcopalian. He considers himself more of an Agnostic with Judeo-Christian leanings and a prurient interest in mythology. (He got an Eye of Horus and Isis tattooed on him after he visited Egypt. BIG.) We both pay respect to our Jewish roots as a matter of heritage.

At the end of the day, we believe in following our bliss, finding ways to express it, and observing the Golden Rule.
 
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Kharmine

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Scarletminx, I love that you have a complex religious lineage and can talk knowledgeably about all of it!

Most of my experience with Pagans of various stripes comes from a long ago semi-professional involvement with Renaissance fairs. And I hate to say it, but most of 'em were young kids with pretty vague fantasy-oriented ideas. The best-informed were invariably Jewish by culture.
 

Scarletminx

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Thanks, Kharmine. :)

I gotta say, I still love me a good Ren Faire, since I've worked at Ren Faires and similar events as a stage combat performer/actor for a number of years (and enjoyed going to them for longer than that!).

That being said, I know what you mean about some young Pagan kids. I'll leave my diplomatic answer at that. :D

Arguably, when you're talking about religion, one person's beliefs are another person's fantasy-oriented ideas anyway to some degree, but I do know what you mean.
 

Scarletminx

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... Sorry. I'll post a coherent response to that once I've swept my exploded brain bits up into this here dustpan.

Some people just need to be whacked gently with a copy of "The Golden Bough" or something.
 

khanjar

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For a long time I clung to pagan beliefs but now less so, and do you know what, I feel free. Too many times I have questioned what it is all about, and at times tried to ditch any belief in anything other than what I see before my eyes, but I guess it is just me, I have to wonder.

So where I am now, well, there is still some paganism there, but there is also Buddhist and a bit of Christian and Islam. Shock, horror, paganism can' lie alongside Islam, but to me it can and does, I study all faiths, I have in my collection here the Qur'an, the Bible, the Bhagavad Ghita, many writings my Buddhist leaders and Taoist writers. My belief is, if there is a true faith, then the clues to it's whereabouts are scattered amongst world belief, no one faith is the correct faith, the correct faith, one that sits easy without question on the world population has yet to be found.

But honestly, if I really think about it, the God, the Goddess, God, Allah, buddha or whatever deity is not to be found in books, but in the self, the neighbour and the universe. The books are merely hand books to teach one how to see.

A thought maybe, maybe our destiny is for us to realise we are just animals, with animal minds and actions and there are things greater than us, we are not that important.
 

Kharis

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What fascinates me is that there has been, since as far back as we can log it, the fact that mankind has either worshipped something or have a life after death, spirituality thing going on. It must have come from somewhere other than just the egotistical denial that we simply cannot exist after death.
 

khanjar

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An update, I have just been called a Unitarian Universatlist for my views pertaining to the belief that all the beliefs of the world hold truth and it is for us to take and absorb all beliefs in search of that truth which might be scattered amongst the world tribes.

It would be useful if I knew what a Unitarian Universalist was, off to google now
 

Venefica

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I consider myself to be a Pagan but really I am multi religious. I believe all the different religions are just different languages to speak with the Divine. I believe the Divine have many faces, that there are not just one truth but several. I have never heard about Unitarians however there are a religion Bahá'í who believe that all religions are one.
 

Venefica

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I ended up reading a bit up about them after posting on this tread. Sounds like a group which would fit me. I am very eclectic in my religious beliefs, and sometimes I have missed the company of a religious community, I will have to read some more about them.
 

Babylonia

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I consider myself to be a Pagan but really I am multi religious. I believe all the different religions are just different languages to speak with the Divine. I believe the Divine have many faces, that there are not just one truth but several. I have never heard about Unitarians however there are a religion Bahá'í who believe that all religions are one.
Seals and Crofts (a soft rock '70's duo) are both Baha'i.

Jim Seals and Dash Crofts are both members of the Baha'i Faith. A number of their songs are inspired by Baha'i writings, and several contain references to tenets of the faith and actual passages of Baha'i scriptures. When they appeared in concert they often remained on stage after the performance to talk about the faith while local Baha'is passed out literature to anyone who was interested.
 

khanjar

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Yes, I have read up on them since I was told of them, and even located my local meeting house, ( I won't say church), oddly, it is a building which I have often wondered about because of it's unusual design, I did not at the time in the past think anything more than an offshoot of the typical religious groups in this area. But my problem is, I dislike organised religion, it is too open to manipulation. I have an independant mind, I don't need to be told what to believe and how to believe it. You can probably gather, I am mistrusting of religion.
 

khanjar

New member
Pathways

I hooked this story off a Wiccan forum, when I was into that, I blogged it on my myspace, but brought it here for others to see. A lot of words, but every word counts.

~*~PATHWAYS ~*~

Well, it had been yet another bad day in the office, and once again
it was
the fault of that new girl, MaryAnne. She is one of those Wiccans, a
so
called witch. How can anyone in their right mind make this claim,
knowing
that it goes against God and all of the teachings of the bible?

She doesn't even have the common decency to keep her satanic symbol,
her
pentagram necklace hidden from the view of the decent, God fearing
people in
the office. She has some nerve.

I find that I cannot hate her for this though, for I know that she
has been
deceived. Satan works his evil in ways that she cannot see. I've seen
that
so called Wiccan Rede that she has tacked to the wall above her
computer.

On the surface, it looks like a decent loving belief, but all one
must do is
look, look closely and see that by practicing this way, and not
embracing
Jesus Christ as savior she is on the pathway to hell. As I've said,
it was a
bad day in the office.

Three times in the past few weeks I have been called in to see my
supervisor, and he has told me that I am not allowed to preach to
MaryAnne
the word of God, to show her the error of her ways. Today, my
supervisor
told me that if I continue to "harass" MaryAnne, he will be forced to
terminate me. How can he say this? He himself is a God fearing man.
And, how
can he be so tolerant of the evil that he sees insinuating itself
into our
workplace?

As I lay down to sleep last night, I asked the Lord for
guidance. "God,
grant me a true vision of you, so that I may better lead the
faithless onto
the righteous path."

From nowhere, I heard, "Oh, a true vision of Me is it? Are you sure
that
you're ready, truly ready to see, my son?"

I sat bolt upright in bed, and there, at the foot of my bed, white of
hair
and beard, in a long, flowing white robe, stood the Lord my God. I
made to
leap from the bed and fall to my knees in front of Him, but he
stopped me
with a gesture. "Kneel not before me at this time my son. Instead,
rise and
walk with Me, so that you may get a glimpse of what I truly am, as
you asked
of me in your prayer."

He took my hand, and as I looked, my bedroom was no longer there, but
a
pathway thru the woods. We started to walk, and I was too awestruck
for
words. We took the path to the left, and we were then inside St.
Catherine's
Church, in the middle of a service. While still standing beside me,
God
seemed to expand and fill the whole of the church. I could see smiles
of
contentment forming on some of the parishioners faces. I felt blessed.

God smiled upon me."The Catholics hold such pretty masses, don't
they? I
like to stop here in this church, because not only do they speak the
words,
but they live the life, thru teaching, helping the sick and poor, not
only
with handouts, but helping them learn to help themselves. Now let us
walk
on," And we were back on the pathway.

We traveled a bit further along, and then were in the parlor of a
funeral
home. A young woman was kneeling before the casket, resting her head
on it
and crying. I could see by the similarity, that this dead man must be
her
father. God knelt beside her, and drew His arms about her.

"Miss him, that is all right, but weep not for him, for now he is
with Me".
She wiped her eyes, and stood with a sad smile upon her face, and
said
"Good-bye Daddy. I'll miss you," and turned and left the room.

And we were back on the pathway. We walked a little ways, and we were
in
front of a large lodge of some kind. I could hear music and laughter
spilling out of the windows. I turned to look at God, and was shocked
to
see, not the flowing white robe, but Him wearing leather and animal
furs,
his hair and beard now the color of wheat, and a sword strapped
across His
back.

He strode forth, and I saw him approach a figure I had not seen
before. As I
looked close, I was shocked to see that it was the same face that I
had just
seen dead, but looking young and strong, and dressed in ancient
looking
garb, an ax strapped to his waist.

God strode up to him and grabbed him in a great bear hug. "Welcome my
son.
We've been waiting for you. Now, go inside and raise a cup or two,
and meet
with your brother." And, with a hearty slap on the back, he sent the
man
inside. And then we were back on the pathway.

We walked a bit further, and then we were in a mosque. At least I
believed
so, as I had never been in one before, but had seen pictures of them.
The
group of worshippers was not large, but I could see their rapt faces
as they
listened to the mullah speak. He was speaking to them of purity, both
of the
mind and the body, bringing them closer to Allah.

And as he spoke, God, dressed now in the robes of the desert, walked
among
them and briefly laid his hands upon each set of shoulders. And, from
their
faces, I could see that these men knew that the words of the mullah
were
true, and that their spirits felt touched by God. And then we were
back on
the pathway.

After we had walked a bit, we found ourselves in an African village.
People
with skin as black as night, the women with their breasts shamefully
bared,
were dancing in a circle, to the rhythm of the drums being played by
a group
of men.
 

khanjar

New member
Pathways part 2

Somehow though, I was not offended by the bared breasts, and the
music
seemed to seep into my soul. God was then a mighty lion, and He let
forth a
mighty roar. The villagers did not seem to hear, but the drums
increased
their pounding, and the dancers danced with a frenzy. And then we
were back
on the pathway.

We walked a bit more, and were on the top of a cliff. There sat,
painted and
covered with feathers, an old Navajo man. As I watched, he seemed to
change
into the form of an eagle and take flight, and we were flying with
him,
soaring high into the air, seeing the vista spread out below us.

And God, in the form of an eagle Himself, seemed to guide this other
eagle
thru the air, over mountains and thru valleys, until he came upon a
group of
men. As I watched, the old Navajo man was no longer an eagle, but a
young
boy instead, and he sat at the feet of these men, to listen to the
words of
his elders. And then we were back on the pathway.

We traveled a bit, and then we were in a forest clearing. I knew this
place.
It was known as a place of devil worship and evil. In the center of
the
clearing roared a great bonfire, and tiki torches outlined a circle
of
sorts. Inside this circle, in a circle themselves, stood 7 men and 6
women,
dressed in robes of varying colors, their arms raised to the moon.
Was that
one woman MaryAnne?

I really couldn't be sure. And God walked among them in the circle,
touching
each one. He seemed not to be an older man now, but as he made each
of three
turns around the circle, he was first a young girl, bouncing with
energy,
then a woman of middle years, with a tender smile for all Her
children, and
finally, an old woman, body bent, but holding Her head up with pride.

And a woman stepped forward, and yes, it was MaryAnne, and lifted her
head
to the sky. "Great Goddess, Mother of us all, thank you for joining
us
tonight. Stay if You will, go if You must. Know in our hearts You
will
always be welcome. Blessed be!!" And we were back on the pathway.

As we walked along, ahead in the distance I saw the most beautiful
man. Yes,
beautiful, though I would never normally think of a man this way.
With
blonde hair, and a golden robe, he seemed to radiate sunshine. God
and this
golden man nodded to each other as they passed, sharing a smile
together.

"My Lord" I asked, "was that an angel?" "Well, yes, he is known as
that to
some. He is also known to some as a god himself. That was Lucifer"
And His
words caused me to stumble. I couldn't believe that we had just
passed the
ultimate evil. God looked at me, and He knew my mind.

And he chuckled a bit. "Think about it logically My son. The Lucifer
that
you know is a fallen angel, cast out of heaven for challenging Me. If
I am
the all powerful being, above all others, how could he do this? How
could I
allow it?" "But, in the bible...." I stammered.

"The Bible is a wonderful book, as are the Koran and the Torah and
many
others, but they are just books, written by the hand of man, not
written by
Me. And, it's a bit confusing as well if the truth be known, but
that's not
up to Me to fix. These books are wonderful, but only as guidance, for
each
man and woman must think for themselves."

And, I believed He was right in this. "Now, come forth, we must
journey a
little more before you go back" and He took my hand once again.

As we followed the pathway, we soared thru the stars, listening to
the music
of the heavens, we became a little flower and a mighty oak, we became
a
babbling brook, and a mighty ocean. We flitted from flower to flower
as a
little honey bee, and ran across the plains as a mighty stallion.

And, all too soon the pathway returned us to my home. God held my
hand a
moment longer, and smiled into my face. "My son, you prayed tonight
for a
true vision of Me. For vision, you must only open your eyes and see
what
there is to see. Good night to you". And then He was gone, and I was
back in
my bed.

A dream I thought, only a dream, that couldn't have been real. At
that time,
a bolt of lightning lit up my room thru the window, and thunder
crashed thru
the sky, and I thought I heard, from seemingly far away, "Remember,
the Lord
works in mysterious ways My son".

This morning as I entered the office, I went to the machine for a cup
of
coffee, and standing there, I spied MaryAnne. As I approached her, I
could
see her barely cringe, and I could see in her face that she was
expecting
yet another onslaught from me and my book. She seemed to cast her
eyes about
for a way to escape, but there was none.

I walked up to her and smiled. "I think I owe you a bit of an
apology" I
said. "I've been a bit narrow minded of late, and I really had no
right to
subject you to what I did. It's not up to me to say how you find your
path
to your spirit, and I was wrong to think that was so," MaryAnne just
stood
there, not knowing what to say. "So, I just wanted to say that I'm so
sorry,
and I hope you will forgive my trespass. God bless you MaryAnne,
and...uh.... Blessed Be?"

May those with whom we share ourselves be open and understanding,
that they
may be shown what spirituality is to them......and how it may not be
as
different as they think......

Credited Author: Galadryael StarFyre
 

RetroRaqs

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I consider myself a "spiritual atheist". Meaning I use/find science, reason and common sense to be the primary influences in viewing the world. However, I consider myself spiritual on some level (meditation, yoga, etc).
 
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