I M Perfect lady

“A man convinced against his will is of the same opinion still,” is a phrase that stops me from entering into a closed mind.

What I find so enthralling is that religion isn’t a thing it is a thought.

A thought, a wispy flighty jumble of words and it has the power to control a body and a family and a whole community a group and a bunch…just a few words.

You can open up a church door and not find ‘religion’ and you can open up a mind and not find it there either, it is nowhere to be found, yet people build their whole lives based upon it.

This illusive imaginative faith is as controlling as a dictator and yet there is no dictator to be found.

When someone dies where does their religion go?

Deepak Chopra says that you can dissect a brain and not find one single thought. And we know it isn’t held in our arms or legs, but yet we move like we are puppets on a string when we commit ourselves to a certain religion.

Our words are tempered, our voices rising in unison using the same phrases and following the same rules, our minds are synchronized to match.

Yet, when you take us apart no evidence will lay there.

In fact the only evidence of your religion is how you lived your life, your life’s trail is a clue.

What does your life’s trail look like?

Just as there are footprints I believe there are religion prints that showed how you traversed this life.

It shows what you leaped over or what you dodged, where you stopped and for how long, who you traveled with and why, your life history is your religious history.

My first 46 years of my life were led by this religion, it told me who to be with and who to shy away from, what to overlook and what to look towards, who to befriend and to unfriend, who to care for and who to be indifferent to, when to shun and when to embrace, when to talk and when to sing…it controlled my everything.

My body wasn’t mine it was a vehicle that I had to use to get to heaven and I had to do or not do certain things to it in order to arrive at Heaven’s gate.

Heaven’s gate was the total focus and life and my body were out to see that I wouldn’t make it, they worked against me at every turn.

It is my new understanding that what was working against my old religion was me. Me the individual, a me that wasn’t happy without a say.

It may be hard for folks to realize the ramifications of following a religion and how it leaves out the individual freedom, where your own intuition is squelched.

I was taught to not listen to my body and not to pay attention to the subtle and not so subtle messages it sent, to instead pull my attention away from the body and focus on the church.

The church knew the way for me…yet many times I went against it, in shame and guilt, doing what felt right to me.

It seems that the only way religion works is if they can control you mind body and soul. If the soul is alive if it has a whisper of breath, you will deviate off the path and be less controllable.

What is so maddening to me is that they take the lives of people but they don’t care about the people.

They are after the control, but not what they control. There is power when you control.

Just as Hitler wanted power, he was able to control people to kill people…imagine???

Perhaps religion has a kinder tone a more gentle approach a church it is housed in, with pretty glass windows, but it’s the overly sweetness that scares me.

The charismatic chairman whose actions of indifference trail behind him. To the preacher whose trail of raped boys lie in his wake…the pretty colored windows lose their beauty.