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I believe that religion/spirituality is different for each person. I believe that it is hard. I also believe, after studying various religions and their timelines that it is blatantly obvious religion evolves, and what I have been reaching toward is what I see society reaching more and more toward. I don't think I can accept the religious beliefs of anyone else any more than I can wear their clothes. But it isn't something I can pick out myself. It's something that's already within me. Time and again I have found names of beliefs or philosophies and discovered that I practiced those myself, albeit crudely, and a more expansive account of the belief helped me. Then there have been things I have researched only to find they fit me as badly as someone else's shoes. My faith is my faith alone.

Christianity blanketed what are now known as the Old Ways. Yes, I have felt called to the Old Ways and have researched them for a while. What I can't help but feel is that the Christian philosophies deemphasized one important entity split in two directions, that is, the close ties to nature which keep us from damaging the environment, and the power of the female. How different my life personally would be right now if this were not the case. The world would be so different I can't even imagine.

I am seeking a daily path to reconnect to nature and to find ways to avoid doing harm. Trying to align myself to a patriarchal religion has been no joke. I can't live anymore confined to other people's ways. I wish I had started finding my own way sooner.

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