Thirty three years ago, I was born.
I was told by my mother that if I am a good boy, good things will happen. I was given a healthy view of the world.
In my mind, I was free.
When I was six, I started kindergarten. Even though I was a student in a public school, we had weekly scripture. We were taught about God, Jesus,
Heaven and Hell. Our lessons taught us about the blood sacrifice of Jesus, that he died for our sins. I never understood what they were talking
I was a good boy.
Regarding Hell, I was taught that if I did not believe in God and Jesus, I would be tormented by Demons, monsters that revelled in my suffering,
forever. I was told that Satan was always after me, hiding in every part of the world, ready to fool me.
He was everywhere.
Growing up, I didn't see the logic in the belief system of the Christians, the Catholics or any religion.
But in the back of my mind, the guilt burned away at me.
Everything I did, said and thought, in the back of my mind I always heard the whispered words, 'what if?'
The fear and guilt was deep on me, burrowed in like a cancer of the mind. I couldn't get rid of it, because if I thought about it, I would hear, 'what
if God is real?'
Religion is the perfect weapon.
It has crept behind and inside my my entire life. I don't want anything to do with its creeping ideas, and yet it refuses to let go. The meme is too
Has a person ever been so defiant, so driven by their torment, that they have dared to challenge the Church and everything it has done to them?
My mind has been damaged, albeit, subtly, by a disgusting tool of the most sinister criminals of our race.
Is there a voice I can raise? Are there avenues so untraveled?
Can a victim of the Church sue them for a lifetime of inner torment, stress and lost happiness?
edit on 8-12-2013 by Unrealised because: (no