Monday, August 23, 2010

Part One: The Truth of Misery

Hello my readers,

This is going to be the start of a series of what I've been learning lately. It'll be the easiest to split up into parts. I warn all of you, that some of the material will be very controversial. I have decided to open up about all the thoughts and opinions which have been inside my head. What more could I use a blog for than to share real thoughts? My entire life has swapped around, and I can't pretend that things are still the same by writing about the things that I use to.

The way I'm going to enter into the first of the series is by posting something that I wrote a long time ago. Possibly a year.
Loneliness, worthlessness, a sense of vulnerability, lack of laughter, abundance of pain... these are the feelings that you get on the wall. The wall provides a sense of security for those who are only meaning to survive. The wall provides for them what no one else can provide, a haven, a comfortable amount of hurt that will keep you surviving. However, the wall will keep you from really living. This wall has amazing tactics to keep you there. The wall only has a platform underneath to support it. Past the platform is a tightrope. Beyond the tightrope is the most beautiful view you've ever seen. The wall wants to keep you there. It needs your place so that you can provide a place for spiders to reside. Cobwebs will grow on your state of worthlessness. Spiders can feed off of your sense of vulnerability. The wall knows that you'll stay there. It needs your fear. As long as you're there, the wall has power. A power that it can't gain in any other way. A wall is a wall. However, a wall with a human... that's another story. It laughs at it's success. How easily the human mind is tricked. To push the cobwebs away and just to step onto the tightrope would really be easy. All the human would have to do is decide. Friends on the tight-rope have called out to the people on the wall. They say "Look at how happy we are!" The happiness that they feel only generates misery within that person on the wall. But now something happiness which the wall doesn't expect... that person is starting to feel hope. They are starting to see a better way of life. One where the wall no longer has to be a piece of their survival. As small as that hope is, it's there. The wall screams out in agony. He can't lose another victim to the tightrope! He makes a plan... a genius plan.. He tells one of the friends on the wall to befriend you. He tells the 'friend' how vulnerable that you are, and that it might be a fun game to make them believe that you care. The 'friend' will be rewarded for their work by being a 'favourited' member of the wall. The 'friend' goes over to you, and starts talking. you being to feel a sense of awakening because you are no longer alone. A smile crosses your face and you feel equal with this person. They are on the wall, just as you are. There is no competition. One is not superior to another. If you fall, you fall together, because you're both at the very bottom anyway. You know that this person has fear within them, otherwise they wouldn't be there. But what you're not realizing is that this person is not as vulnerable as you are. This person doesn't need friendship! What this person is looking for is power. He has just figured out a way to become powerful at the bottom. He doesn't seek after anything more than to be at the highest power at the lowest rank. The wall brings so much comfort... why would he seek after anything else? You don't realize that any of this is running through their heads. Slowly, the voices of your friends on the tightrope fade. They're yelling and screaming at you to get on the tightrope, but you no longer care. You have a friend. That's all that matters. You know that you're not worthy of their friendship. You know that you're lower. You do feel empowered by their presence, though. Life is complete as long as there's love, right? Then one day you overhear a conversation between your friend and the wall. "The cobwebs on her are numerous! I think we got her forever now. Very good work. You are now my most favourited wall dweller." The friend looked pleased. "You're right, sir, it wasn't hard at all. She just needed to feel like she was loved. Easiest task you've ever given me." Your head is racing with thoughts. Didn't this person care about you? They had never directly said it... no... you had only talked of how you cared for them. Then you start getting mad at yourself. "How could I have been so blind? I didn't care that the spiders were biting or that the cobwebs were getting thicker, just as long as I had a friend." You bang your first against the wall, and shriek with pain. Your friend and the wall are simply laughing. You're alone again. You have nothing left. You knew you should've listened to your friends on the tightropes long ago. Now their voices were so distant... they knew you were gone long before you did. Tears and thoughts are now your only friends. You realize that you can't excuse your actions forever, but you fear that you've gone too far. The damage that was done to you feels irreversible. This feeling is as though you're drowning. Every other 'friend' that comes your way you know is going to do the same thing to you. You let them do it anyway, because "It's better to have loved than lost, than never to have loved at all." Or so they say. The loneliness starts with minutes. Minutes turn to hours. Hours turn to days. Days turn to years. You were past the point of progression on the wall long ago. All you can see is a series of patterns in yourself that you don't like, but you don't want to take the leap to change them. You forget that your destiny is within you. You still see the tightrope walkers as they play, smile, and enjoy their lives. That dream seems so distant that you feel that you can never get to where they are. They had tried so hard to convince you that their way of life was better. That it wasn't as had as it seemed, and that you could do it if you really tried. But none of them could pry you off the wall. You had to decide to do that yourself. However, you know that you chose to take the 'easier way'. The way that was familiar to you. The only way that you knew. You never thought that you would feel regret. You never thought that you would feel this pain. Worse to know that you could've prevented it. After all the years of blaming, you knew that the only person you could blame was yourself. Now you hit a crossroads. You realize that the path you're on, is a path to nowhere. But the leap you'd need to take is huge. Before you can even think of stepping onto that tightrope, you'll need to clear off the spiders and the cobwebs which have inhabited your entire system! This was going to be a long process if you decided to do that, but you're still full of fear. There is no way that you can ignore the full-pledged consequences of your actions, now, though. You know that you put yourself where you are. You are no longer naive to your actions. Awareness has created more misery than good but you know that if you pay attention to this that maybe someday... you can dance on the tightrope just like your friends did. The trouble now was forgetting the laughter from both ends. The trouble is forgetting everyone who ever told you that you couldn't do it, or that you weren't good enough. You had to prove it to yourself. One by one you pluck the spiders off. Once you start taking them off, they become easier to separate from yourself. The cobwebs can be moved with the clearing of a hand! The more cobwebs you clear, the bigger you smile. Spider after spider, cobweb after cobweb, you start to laugh! You laugh so hard that you cry. There has never been quite a feeling like this before.. you feel freedom. But once they're clear, you don't know where to step. Never before have you left the comfort of the wall. The wall is screaming at you, telling you to pin yourself back to it. In rebellion you remove one hand. You flex your hand a couple of times because it was in that position for so long. Then you set the other hand free for good, free from the overwhelming power of the wall! The wall is now crying in agony shouting "How dare you! How dare you be smarter than my trap!" You're more motivated now more than ever... you take one step, and then an other step. On the third step is the drop-off to the tightrope. All of a sudden all the fear you once had came back to you. You remember why you stayed on the wall for so long. This was the part that you knew there would be no coming back to. As much as you know that the wall was bad for you, you know you're going to miss it. You're going to miss the comfort and security. Then you see it. The reason why your friends were able to playfully dance on the tightrope without worry. There was an invisible safety net that someone had just shot back up to. This invisible safety net was scary to trust. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, repelling someone back up to the rope, you wouldn't believe it yourself. Finally, you muster up the confidence to take the first step. This was one of the most exhilarating feelings you've ever had! You take another step, and another. You feel your balance falter a little bit, but then you get back up again. You start to pick a pace.. but then you discover that you're going too fast. You fall of the tightrope and into the arms of the invisible safety net, who springs you back up to the rope. You're a little bit behind where you were last time, but at least you didn't have to start over! Never before have you felt freedom like this. Never before have you felt more confidence. People start to notice the new person on the tightrope, but turn their heads away. You're going to prove to them that you can do this. You have to! You didn't come this far just to fail! Soon, you're looking over the prettiest view you've ever seen. "I can't believe that this was what I was missing out on." Occasionally you think of the wall, and that's when you falter and have to re-catch your balance. This was way better than being over there. "I never want to go back." But sometimes, your feet hurt, and when they did, you wanted the comfort of the wall once again. However, when this happened, you would remind yourself of the life you had before. You were now at a point where life was worth living! You had a view, instead of spiders crawling over you, and you were almost halfway through! This process was the longest you'd ever seen, but you didn't come this far, no, not at all, just to fail. The invisible safety net was there, and as long as it was there, you could walk the tightrope with ease. The safety net loves to see you accomplishing your dream. There's a sense of accomplishment even if you haven't fully accomplished it yet! You'd come farther than you ever dreamed possible. When times grew hard, it seemed almost like you could give up the satisfaction at the end just to know that you had really lived at least for a little while. ...and you press on. Your dreams are flowing faster and faster. It's getting to the point that you can dance and sing on the rope. More people are starting to take notice of your act! The more real it becomes, the more they're entertained! You have people coming up to you daily asking you about how you do your routines. There are many more tears of happiness than sorrow now. You love dancing along the ropes of life! You like singing and dancing! Sometimes, you can hear the wall crying because it lost one of it's weakest members, who turned out to be the tightropes greatest strength. You were the key to the tightrope. You had it within you the whole time. But you had to take the plunge.. no one else could do it for you... as much as they would've liked to pull you onto the rope, you had to get there yourself. At first you couldn't see what they loved about the dangers of a tightrope, and now you could imagine no greater thrill. This is the life you've always wanted to live. Guess what? You're living it... you're really living it!

I find that this piece most accurately describes my entire life. Whenever people fail to see eye to eye with me on things, I have to pull out the ideas behind this. Let's take a look at another example:

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What do you see in this photo? When I first saw it all I saw was the woman and the vanity. If you look closely you will also see a skull.

Isn't this the way life usually works? Our perceptions can only see one thing, but if we concentrate hard enough we might be able to see another. It's when we can see another that I believe that we can grow. If we stay viewing the vanity forever, we will remain stagnant. In this case I shall relate the woman in the vanity as beauty and the skull as deception. Everybody has a piece of both in them, it is when we find both of them that we can truly love people.

Sometimes it is easier to see just a skull in the person. There is no woman in the vanity, there is no beauty. This can cause people to fail as well. If all we ever see is the bad in a person, then what kind of people are we?

The problem with being people is that it's ego/pride that gets in the way of us being able to see things in a way that's real. We see what we allow ourselves to see and nothing more. It pushes our limits to be able to look at a new perspective.

Misery IS an illusion. Humans were not meant to be in a state of misery, but in a state of happiness. Free, or have little amounts of suppression. Misery is usually a state we put ourselves in to feel pity, to put ourselves in pride, or to remain stagnant. Misery is an excuse not to chance. Misery, I think, can be linked to a fear of the unknown.

Everybody has fear that there are going to be questions which we can't answer. Answers for the future, answers in a spiritual perspective, just answers. Sometimes we just have to accept that we don't know the answers to everything. Our minds automatically want to figure things out. This is where the fear of the unknown begins. We are creatures created to attain knowledge in every form. We are meant to figure things out. There are some things which, if we can't become present to, we shall never know, however.

Here is my introduction. This is very minor comparative to what is to come.


My Exit Story

(NOTE TO THE READER: If you read this, it is by your own choice. It is my exit story as to why I left the church and so it is therefore considered 'anti-mormon literature. Now you have your warning.)

I fight for truth, I fight for love, and I fight for happiness. This is probably the simplest way to sum up my entire journey.

Religion is something which my life has been funded upon. I believed with everything that I was that the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints was the true church. How could I not? The principles are very beautiful. The church is a very well organized, well thought out organization. The ideas of being with your family for eternity, of having the possibility of Godhood. Reading the Book of Mormon gave me a high-type feeling. I believed that what I was reading as a true book. I preached about it all the time, every opportunity I could, but never in a way that was pressing. That is something that hasn’t and I’m hoping will never chang. I want to continue to be open, and not pushing to others. I left the church before, but I didn’t rewrite my core. I went off balance by trying everything that I had been suppressing for so long. Basically, I was a child in the process. By continuing to let others run my life for me, I came back to the church. Very strongly. For example, before that I swore a lot. The day I decided to come back to church I stopped swearing altogether, and I stopped for a year. I also took out my nose piercing which I hugely regretted for quite some time. People thought that I was miserable when I had left. I was, but that’s because I was lost and didn’t quite know what to do. Going back to the church seemed like the best idea. I had convinced myself that it was true. In reality, I think I just wanted the comfort of what I had always known. The only thing I had ever known. So what if there was hypocrisy, at least there was peace and solace somewhere. Or what I thought was peace and solace. Katimavik, I was always fighting for my religion. I talked about it all the time. I found it so awesome that I had all this knowledge so that I could help my group, help other people to find a way to real happiness and peace.

I knew all the answers. Whenever somebody had a question stating why the church wasn’t true, I would always have a retort. After a while everything started to feel fake. Yes, I had studied it through and through, but then how come all the answers were feeling so fake? I felt like a robot just repeating the same things over and over again.

The serious questions started to form when I found out the reasons why a group I'm closely associated with fell apart. This was when serious questioning happened. My mentor told me about a fight between the mom’s. One asked, “Why is it that the activities are always centered around Mormons?” The other side took it as attacking their beliefs. The reason why I started to question was because, if this was happiness, then why are we being so cruel to each other? If this is the true religion, then how come we’re living in ignorance? How come everyone is afraid to research other things, or are discouraged against it? What does the church have to hide? Why is it that the people pretend that they care when they don't, when all they want is to activate people?

I then began thinking about the kind of God that I wanted to believe in. Was it one who is jealous? An all-knowing God? In eternity we’re supposed to become God’s, but there is supposedly only one God. Or at least, we’re not supposed to worship any other God. There are also ‘unforgivable sins’. I really don’t like unforgivable sins, or the feelings of fear, guilt and shame that the church consistently brings. What if Satan decided to turn his life around so that it was in line with God’s? Unforgivable since take out the agency for Satan to lead a ‘good life’. God predestined Satan for his role, as he did for each of us, is it then that we're automatically damned? Why should we have to submit to one being for the rest of eternity? Basically we’re getting through this life so that we can be a slaves to a very selfish God. If that’s the case, then I’d definitely rather not. I want real peace, real happiness. I don’t want a happiness that’s only created in my mind.

When I was in the church, I always had the constant feeling of fear, guilt and shame. I would look at people who didn’t have the gospel and felt sorry for them. Even without verbalizing it, I would feel sorry for the piece that they had missing. Without even knowing them I would guess that they had a piece missing, but how can you have a piece missing if that was never apart of you to begin with? Maybe people don’t need the church to be happier, in fact, maybe there’s more potential without it. Without the church I see a world which will cause people to be more caring, more compassionate, and truly so. To feel as though the people are people, instead of things to be converted. Some people I do believe have it in their best interest to actually help people, and are truly genuine, but those people are few and far between.

The basis of my disturbances with the church began from the founder itself. Originally when I left the church there were three reasons why I wanted to stay. One, because of all my wonderful friends in the church, Two because of the idea of not having a happy eternity. God will only bring those who believe in him, right? Three, because of Joseph Smith. How could a man who had gone through as much as him possibly have been lying? Why would someone be tarred and feathered, etc? Then I started to really research him, and I became shocked by what I found.

The Book of Mormon has no solid foundation. A lot of it is retranslation of the bible, and the bible is written way after it’s time anyway. There was a meeting with the bible where people decided what they did and didn’t want in the bible, whatever wasn’t wanted was taken out of the bible. The rest of the Book of Mormon is a bunch of fun fiction to read. There is no historical evidence found with any of the cities, any of the people, any anything. It’s just a beautiful fiction novel with lots of repetitive principles. It actually does contradict itself contrary to popular belief. The Book of Mormon has also been retranslated. If it was the true book, wouldn’t it have been fine? At first it was for grammatical errors and now it’s for actual meanings behind it. True book and yet it’s being retranslated. The exactly same principles are being taught over and over again. People are discouraged from looking at anything that might contradict the teachings in the church. It’s seen as a bad thing if people look at other stuff. If it was so true than why fear? People will blame it on opposition in all things, but opposition happens in all things whether you’re Mormon or not. One of the things that Mormon’s do do is that when someone is rude them they’ll take it as them being rewarded eventually because they were persecuted in their beliefs. Being apart of the church is a huge ego boost. Doesn’t anybody ever think that people are just people? Maybe you made a mistake and that’s why you’re being persecuted? Just because you’re religious it doesn’t exclude you from life!

The Mormon religion really isn’t that new in concept. Every religion has some sort of belief in an after life. People think it’s unique, but it’s not. It’s just there.

The Mormon religion is very sexist. The women are supposed to do nothing but bring children into the world. Men have the power, they have the head. They say that men and women are equals, but that is evidently not the case.

Then people talk about their ‘spiritual experiences.’ The experiences that you get from the church can be kind of euphoric, literally almost like a drug high. The feelings are solidly based on emotion. Whenever you have a question about the church, people tell you to fast, pray about it, read your scriptures. The problem with this is that if you go in believing that it’s going to be true, then it’s obviously going to be true. You can pray to a fan and ask if you should worship a chair, and you could get very well the same feeling as you get about reading your Book of Mormon. I’m not denying the spirit, I do believe it exists, but the power of the human mind is incredible. We can convince ourselves to believe that just about anything is true. Now having said that, I have had more feelings from the spirit since leaving the church than being in it. I no longer have the weight of fear, guilt, and shame to tie me back. Never before have I felt so good, so at peace. My life is a beautiful piece of work now, whereas before it was just a bunch of confusion. I never felt like I was good enough. The atonement felt like a burden because I could never be good enough for God, not with what he was asking. I always found myself doing more of what my Patriarchal Blessing asked of me when I steered away from God then why I came back to him. I also have read a couple other friends who had pretty well the exact same Patriarchal Blessings as me, they are not catered to specific people, they are just bunches of jumble given to a person. People want to feel love. They want comfort. This is where religion is perfect - it is a safe haven.Having said this, my new life, here is what I’ve discovered. I’m getting my records removed. I want to take no part in the lie that I have believed my whole life.

It is very hard to steer away from everything I’ve known. The draw to go back comes from wanting to be in a place that is familiar. Is there a chance that the church is true? I don't believe so. The fact that people’s opinions are changing of me, too, is scary. People want to be liked, loved even, and to feel insecure about something like that is hard. But what would I rather have, truth or to be lying? Lying is far more harmful. Rewriting my core has been an interesting journey. I’ve had to rewrite my core so that I don’t go wild again. There is also a fear of what is ACTUALLY going to happen. Is there life after death? I guess all I can do is live a full life just in case if there isn’t.

Since exiting the Mormon church I have discovered a life. A life free or suppression, but also one solidly based in reality. There have been friendships lost, respect lost, but also new things to be found and discovered. I do not regret my decision, for I will always seek truth first.

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Endless Bliss

I feel like I have so much to be thankful for right now. I feel like I've finally broken out of my cocoon and into a beautiful butterfly - I finally feel ready to soar.

Something I never realized about myself was how much I was holding back, how much I was not allowing myself to feel. Suppression was very much apart of every day life. A number of things have happened lately, though which made me realize that I had to deal with the pain, or end up not being the kind of woman that I do want to be.

It's amazing how the things that you're the most afraid of, end up being the things that you enjoy the most. Maybe that's the exhilarating part of life, that you can turn fear into beauty.

Find your joy, find your peace. It's so worth it!

I'm write more when I'm not so tired! Or so busy!