“It’s all bollocks — all of it”…

Tomorrow is Christmas, so it is a good time for us to pause and ponder humanity’s belief in the Anunnaki/Elohim-worshipping Abrahamic religions (Judaism, Christianity, Islam, etc.) and their controlled opposition, Satanism. Whether these ET/ED “gods” are real or mythological, and whether they dress up as angels or demons, are they the ones we should look to as God? Should we blindly cling to their religious programming out of fear of them hurting or killing us?

In light of these questions I offer the most popular spiritual entry from my first two blogs…

At a certain point in my past, I realized that when I came out of the birth canal as a newborn, there was no “holy” book hung around my neck. What God gave me instead was a heart, a mind, two eyes and two ears. The book was given to me later by men. Pondering this, I decided that I would no longer allow the abstract ideas of men to overshadow the heart and mind given me by Source, nor would I allow them to convince me to close my God-given eyes and ears.

Having been brought up in the Christian paradigm, it took till my early adulthood for my fear of hell to be overcome by the disquiet in my soul. Even as a child, I remember being troubled by many of the ideas about God and me that were conveyed in the “holy” book. So once my mind finally wriggled free, I began to explore all the existing religions looking for something better.

As I pondered each faith, I found many ideas that resonated with my soul, and many others that did not. Each established religion was, in my view, a mixed bag of truth and misconception. Some of those mixed bags were nicer than others, but none of them set my soul on fire.

During this exploration, one thing that struck me as odd was the fact that the believers of each religion thought theirs was the “only true faith.” I knew that, at best, only one group could be right about that, but how could someone know if he or she was in the right one? Most people practice their religion because it was the one they were raised in, so they accept it without question and are afraid to look outside of it. But what if the full truth of God lies outside of the particular religion you are stuck in? Where should your loyalties be, to God or to the religion?

While you ponder this question, consider The Five Pats….

Imagine, for a moment, that your name is “Pat.” And imagine that instead of just one of you being born, you are one of five quintuplets. Also imagine that the five of you were separated at birth and raised in different countries….

The first Pat was raised in the USA.

The second Pat was raised in Saudi Arabia.

The third Pat was raised in Thailand.

The fourth Pat was raised in India.

The fifth Pat was raised in Russia.

Now imagine that you, the American Pat, grew to have an interest in God and a desire to be a good person, so you sought out God in the world around you. Because you were raised in the USA, everyone you consulted about God told you to go to church. “If you want to be with God,” they explained, “you need to have a personal relationship with Jesus Christ.” Accepting these views from the authority figures and peers around you, you went to church and became a devoted Christian.

The second you, the Saudi Arabian Pat, also grew to have an interest in God and a desire to be a good person, so you sought out God in the world around you. Because you were raised in the Middle East, everyone you consulted about God told you to go to mosque. “If you want to be with Allah,” they explained, “you need to follow the writings of Muhammad, Allah’s True Prophet.” Accepting these views from the authority figures and peers around you, you went to mosque and became a devoted Muslim.

The third you, the Thai Pat, also grew to have an interest in God and a desire to be a good person, so you sought out God in the world around you. Because you were raised in the Far East, everyone you consulted about God told you to go to temple. “If you want spiritual enlightenment,” they explained, “you need to study the teachings of the Buddha.” Accepting these views from the authority figures and peers around you, you went to temple and became a devoted Buddhist.

The fourth you, the Indian Pat, also grew to have an interest in God and a desire to be a good person, so you sought out God in the world around you. Because you were raised in South Asia, everyone you consulted about God told you to go bathe in the sacred water of the Ganges. “If you want a spiritual life,” they explained, “you need to follow the teachings of the Vedas.” Accepting these views from the authority figures and peers around you, you went to the Ganges and became a devoted Hindu.

The fifth you, the Russian Pat, also grew to have an interest in God and a desire to be a good person, so you sought out God in the world around you. Because you were raised in Russia, everyone you consulted about God told you to not believe in such superstitious nonsense. “Religion is just a collection of fairy tales,” they explained, “and it is the opiate of the masses.” Accepting these views from the authority figures and peers around you, you rejected the idea of God and became a steadfast Atheist.

So in each place you grew up, the people around you had a unique set of ideas about God, and each you grew to accept the ideas you were raised with. But which Pat has the right ideas? Which Pat are you?

Now imagine that the five Pats have a reunion, and you all meet around a table. When the subject swings around to God, conflict erupts. Each Pat is utterly convinced that the others are embracing false faiths, so you begin to deconstruct each other’s religions, idea by idea. One by one, you disprove each idea that is scientifically false or spiritually questionable. The debate rages for days. Eventually, as you dispatch each myth and absurdity of your differing faiths, you come to see that they are all wrong. And in losing your religions, you find God.

It seems to me that God gave each of us eyes to see, a mind to think, and a heart to feel, and “he” gave us those things so we might use them. He did not give us those gifts so we would cover our eyes to the truth, close our minds to new ideas, and ignore our feelings about what we find. This being so, I feel glad that after all the time I wasted, I finally used the gifts he gave me.

When I finally decided to abandon the established religions and find the Truth for myself, I opened my eyes, mind and heart as wide as I could, and I prayerfully asked God to guide my steps. He did. And as I’ve walked the path he prepared for me, I’ve seen beauty like I never imagined, encountered ideas that boggled my mind, and felt love that has brought me to tears. Having seen all these wondrous things, I’m happy that I finally set down my fear, sought the Truth, and opened my mind to what God wanted to show me. This is what I’ve found so far.

My love to you, fellow explorer…