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I haven’t prayed to anything or anyone in years, maybe 8 or more. I was baptized Catholic, taught the hale Mary and the Our Father like a chant. I had no idea what-the-fuck any of it meant, but I had to say it anyway. Luckily (in my opinion), neither of my parents were/are religious. My mother baptized me because like many who do not lead, she just did it because she was baptized and so on…
In college I realized what I liked about religion was the history of it. I studied in Paris when I was 19 and remember learning how it would take generations upon generations of families to build one single cathedral. There are like a bajillion in Paris! With no machinery, how did a giant cathedral on the top of a hill with stained glass and literally every inch molded and detailed get built so perfectly and still be standing? I seriously still can’t imagine how this shit actually got made. Maybe aliens helped? The beauty is that a community would believe in the bible and saints and commandments so much that they would spend their entire lives and their children’s lives building a house of worship. Could you even imagine that today anywhere in the world? We don’t build things to last or tell a grand story anymore – not relationships, not churches, not homes, and not even in our own daily lives. We want it now, we want it cheap, and it better be good or it’ll be tossed.
Historically, all noted wars and acts of hate stem from religion (and then race). You’d think with the internet today people would be exposed to more therefore be vastly open minded, but if anything we’re being exposed to an entirely new level of evil and war on religion than ever and beyond; because now we can do it anonymously.
I believe we should believe in whatever, if anything, just the deep unexplainable magic within. (*Side Note: I really want to try 5MEODMT) The beautiful thing about church or a mosque or a yoga mat or a little gold plastic shrine inside a shanti is that we as humans all go to these places for the common want of good and resolution.
Why do we pray? For resolution, when nothing else makes sense, you pray.
We are magically alive, it’s insane, and if we can be alive, then there are other unexplainable things that can happen.
Imagine two magnets. Two simple elements that when they are big enough and close enough they attract and come together. It’s hard to stop and separate magnets and even if you put something between them, they still let off invisible waves that try to connect.
Magnets are simple and humans are not.
Humans are SO MUCH MORE POWERFUL THAN MAGNETS. So if you let off an energy to connect to something, it will come to you. That’s the Law of Attraction and that’s the power of prayer, manifestation, and God.
I’ve never questioned God because I innately have always just believed in the divine, something big and greater than us. The word “God” is a metaphor to me. God is life, the magic in a Harry Potter book, the air we breath, the reason why we are alive. God is the word of just something greater and unexplained rather than a man or a woman or some one out of a book. (although I do think of God with a masculine presence, but that could be because I long for a man, a great protector in my life)
I prayed last night for the first time in a very long time, practically another life time, and today I feel okay, almost like something may or may not had been answered. Was it me or God answering? I’d like to think God. Like many, I struggle with happiness, but as of late, I feel something much deeper, like I’m suffering, maybe even dying a little. I feel petrified some days trying to find my way and the right career. I have all these skills and things I want to offer to the world and I’m so ready to kill it, but struggle to show people that side of me. I’m single, ready to meet someone and yet I know that’ll never happen until I am moving forward with my bigger purpose, which is to be a leader.
I prayed to God and it wasn’t easy. I’ve been unconscious the past few weeks, have literally felt nothing. While feeling nothing, I prayed to God to help me push through this critical time and magically today I feel able to really push through. I am feeling again, which I hadn’t in weeks. I’ve written three articles and am ready to write a fourth. That’s so much more than what I’ve done in a year. I have a vision for this site you are reading right now, that is not launched yet. Can I launch it?
Amen. Maybe I’ll try it again.
UPDATE: I’ve been praying to God for 30 days. Every time I’ve prayed something immaculate has happened and very unexplainable things have been occurring. My prayers are being answered and answered fast. I prayed when I was surfing and dolphins appeared, then I prayed when I was surfing again and this person I know from Brazil whom I haven’t seen in four years appears in the water! Two days ago I said something I don’t know if I have ever said,
“I’m having the best day of my life.”
Big things are happening. It is prayer? Is it me? I think it’s magic.
UPDATE: I launched this editorial, The Last Generation. With typos and all, I did it, every part of it, all on my own. Thank you prayer.
Fact: The Fat Jewish is a FAT MAN no basic bitch would ever fuck, yet he managed to slap a label on shitty pink wine and sell it to skinny white girls who identify with the word BASIC.
If you are lucky enough to have control over every aspect of your life, then how is it possible to lose complete control of it? I lost all control of my life. I don’t think I’ve ever been fully in control of it due to my own disorder, but it’s a strange inevitable event that when we reach high peaks, landslides are more likely to occur.