The leader of my childhood religion will be laid to rest today, yet his teachings will live on within many of his devote followers.
His word and guidance led my mother’s life, which in turn greatly influenced mine.
Born into this religion, it was what I was raised upon. Like food for the body, this controlled my mind.
What is unreal to me is that I didn’t know that my mind was controlled until after I left the church, for while I was there; insanely I felt this was my choice.
It is not a choice if you are not given an alternative.
Inside the walls of this religion you hand over your mind and your body.
It owns them both, like a robot you then march forward.
A good Christian soldier mindlessly unquestionably and in Faith walks on, blindly following where the preacher leads.
Your inner guide is replaced by the spoken word in church.
This spoken word from the preacher overrides all individual choice, and in fact individual choice is seen as the devils urgings.
The only way this system works is that a child is born into it, before it has power of Self, it is programmed and brainwashed into believing the message of the church.
The children are the seeds of the next generation.
It isn’t so much the elders of the church that keep this system going, but rather the children which are crafted into little Christian soldiers before their minds ever know a free thought.
Bending and twisting the free spirit into a controlling mindless Being is the only way this insane religion will work.
No one in their right minds will hand over their body, their mind and surely not their soul.
Oddly enough, the preacher man believes he is saving souls and perhaps he is, saving them for his own good.
They are giving up their lives for the cause.
The sheer volume of children that are born into this religion boggles the mind.
I had thought that the children were the residual affects of the sin called “No Birth Control.”
But it is more insidious than that; it is where the power comes from, it is how the army continues to grow from inside the walls.
Being born into captivity the little children seldom escape to live a free life. For inside the cage lives their parents and family members.
In order to be free, you leave them all behind seemingly puppets on the preachers string.
As many mourn his passing today, I will mourn the thousands of little children stuck inside the cages of their own minds, who may never know a life of freedom.
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