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When I was 9 my mother became a born again christian thanks to the proselytizing of her older sister. Once Mom saw the light she yanked all of us kids out of catechism and mass and we started attending a fundamentalist "chapel" every Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday where we were constantly bombarded with the threat of hell and told all our friends and relatives who were not "saved" would suffer the worst torments imaginable for eternity.Of course summers were spent in Bible Camp, an experience similar to that shown in the notorious documentary called Jesus Camp.
This gave me a healthy dose of sectarian infighting, conflicting messages, and a child's eye view of christian hypocrisy at a very young age, especially since I was routinely molested at Bible camp by an individual we were all taught to call Daddy John. As I grew older, the evil character of the Old Testament god, the illogical need for a blood sacrifice to achieve forgiveness, the too obvious willingness to punish the innocent, the subjugation of women, the concept of original sin, the fact that nearly everything about the human body was dirty, and the constant denigration of science, music, literature, art, and philosophy tolled the death knell for any remaining belief in the teachings of Christianity by the time I was 13.
After that, I spent many years actively studying various philosophies and belief systems. In the 1980's I stumbled upon Wicca through the Bast Mysteries of Rosemary Edghill. I spent around 5 years studying and reading everything I could get my hands on in regard to Wicca. What I found was a system which actually made sense, was unburdened with illogical conundrums that had to be accepted willy-Nolly, and was a comfortable fit to my views of the world, my understanding of deity and my relationship with both.
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