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Psion
For myself, I actually was born in a christian household, and grew up believing in god. rather strongly in fact, i was a devout believer, even trying to convert classmates. (much to their secret annoyance, im sure.) i read the bible, went to church and even wednesday night gatherings every week. i prayed at night and was nauseatingly well behaved, not even swearing. I didn't even know what words like bitch meant until i was in my mid teens, and when i heard someone mentioning condoms i thought they were talking about condo houses. THATS how innocent i was. in middle school.
then i hit puberty, and started to notice some of the guys in my classes. it felt completely normal, until i told one of the guys he looked nice. that was when i first realized what puberty was and quickly discovered that the new feelings i was having meant i was gay... a sin according to my own beliefs.
Before then i didn't even know what being gay really meant. all i knew was that they were "bad people" and sinners and that they were going to hell. when i discovered i was suddenly one of those "bad people" i did the first thing that came to mind: prayed for god to heal me of my sin, to help me get past it. thoughts of Job and his trials flashed through my head, and i was determined to get through this trial... and then a year later i still was the same, unable to stop my feelings, fighting against what felt so natural to me. then my parents discovered i was gay. after a terrifying and angry confrontation they decided to help me get past this, which led to more prayer, fasting, and even a church exorcism. none of it helped, but for their sake i pretended i was getting better... and also because i was afraid to acknowledge it wasnt. forward a year or so later, as a high school freshman, i was still gay and hiding, and utterly miserable, to the point of contemplating suicide. the only reasons i didn't attempt it were because i was afraid of dying, and ironically, because suicide was also a sin against god. The crisis built, while in the meantime, i was essentially a loner without friends and hiding in my books during recess. Then one day, a girl came up to me and commented on the book i was reading, saying how she loved the author and suggested some other great stories i might enjoy. we started chatting and before i knew it i had a new friend. That friend then introduced me to her two other friends, all 3 who turned out to be misfits as well. we hit it off and soon we had our own little group meetings in the library (where the girl actually worked as an aide) and elsewhere. being the good little christian i was, i tried to convert them, much to their amusement. eventually a year or so later i found out that all three of them were wiccans. (there are a surprising number of them in north carolina!) now, at this point i was feeling somewhat disillusioned with my own beliefs, and then i got punched with the realization that the three best friends i ever had, who were the kindest and most honest people ive ever met....were essentially the antithesis of my beliefs. they were the ultimate sinners, devil worshippers! (i'm sure they would have found this classification highly amusing) ...and yet, they were also the only people who ever treated me with kindness, who treated me as a normal person instead of some freakish beast that had to be avoided.
at that point something snapped. I realized just how sheltered and blinded by my own beliefs i had been my whole life. my life of absolute, black and white, had been shattered into a million pieces of shades of new sensations. suddenly i was no longer seeing black and white, but perceiving shadings and color to the world and its inhabitants. it was utterly terrifying, and yet... it felt more right than anything i had ever felt before. i decided that maybe i was being closeminded about my beliefs and started researching what being gay actually meant, not just from the bibles view, but from science's point of view. i was outraged and relieved to realize that being gay was natural, that it wasn't changeable, that i was perfectly fine being who i was. i started looking into other things i had been told was wrong all my life, starting with wiccans. i found out it was it's own religion, and was highly flexible in its beliefs. it wasn't all about devil worship (that was satanists, and even they aren't all about devil worship!) but rather the god and goddess, who could take on many forms. because of this, one could be both a wiccan and another religion, because wiccas beliefs didn't conflict with other religions... you were just worshipping the god/goddess in one of their many forms when you worshipped another religion. there was also an appeal in the threefold rule they followed- "do what thou wilst, but harm none, lest it come back to thee threefold". simple to follow, to the point. allowing freedom of choice, but warning of consequences you bring upon yourself if you used that freedom to the detriment of others. no wonder they were so nice to everyone, haha.
At this point magic suddenly stopped being a terrifying dark art of wicked satanists and started becoming something that sounded more and more... friendly? right? certainly it had its appeal, and i started reading books on mythology and fantasy often, and without guilt. i fell in love with all the different stories and lore from different cultures, their views of the world that colored their stories. then one of my bastard friends introduced me to final fantasy VI (III) and got me addicted. XP from my reading up on magic and its many forms i got the name psion, another term for psychic. the name stuck with me all these years. you could say its my true name, as the old me had died, and a new me had been reborn from my trials and acceptance of who i was.
eventually i started playing hooky going to church, as i started feeling the sermons ring false, feeling like i was living a lie when i was there. i had seen a world of colors, a rondo of light and shadow, and going back to a world of flat absolutes was utterly stifling. having gained a new perspective, losing it even temporarily was like having a limb amputated every week. eventually my parents found out and confronted me about it. i calmly told them that i no longer believed in their god, which led to more screaming on their part and accusations, including that i was gay. i confirmed with them i still was and was proud of the fact, which naturally caused them to blew a few gaskets. they eventually stormed off, and while shaken that i had actually stood up to them, felt proud and relieved that i no longer had to pretend i was something i wasn't. i was also utterly terrified at what i had done... i had completely cast off from god. there was no turning back. i had confessed the truth of my feelings to my parents and to myself.
that feeling like i was falling out of a sky lasted for a week or so. at that point i realized nothing bad had happened, god had not smote me in his fury, and i felt freer than i ever had in my life. i suddenly realized i wasn't falling but flying. that was the point i decided id never again fall into that same trap of absolute belief, of seeing only one side of life and people. it wasn't easy, and especially at first i started falling into that trap of absolutes (thanks, Ayn Rand! =.= ) but no longer constrained by my religion, i was free to use my imagination to try and put myself in the shoes of all sides of an issue, rather than what i thought was morally acceptable.
one of my musings led me to ponder what the "sentient jewel" in final fantasy XI really was. how could a rock be alive and sentient, a jewel that glittered in all shades of light? eventually i came to the conclusion that the crystal is us. each of us presents a facet of ourselves to the world at any time, whether it's our happy side, our anger, our jealousy, or other aspects of our personality. but those are just a part of us. just like a gem is made of many faces, but is one whole, we are the whole of our many different aspects. taking that conclusion further, i realized that giant sentient jewel was the entirety of life. all creatures, and each of us, is a facet on that jewel, and yet we all are connected as a greater whole, shining our light upon the Void, banishing the darkness. each of us flashes our own color, and it is that multiplicity that makes life so wonderful. diamonds are so beautiful not because they are clear, but because they wink with a million shades of light. without that, they'd just be pieces of clear rock.
That led me to conclude that love was wanting to help someone become what they want to be, not what you wished them to be. a good example of what happens when you try to force the latter is found all over southern california with coppiced trees vs those that are allowed to grow into their normal form,with some minor pruning to help them grow healthy. (hint: the former look like green lollipops) it also led me to conclude that when you try to force others to take on your own definition of whats right, try to make them become the same color as you, not only do you harm them, but you harm the whole, just as if you introduced a flaw into a crystal.
So while i don't really believe in "god" you could say i believe in that mothercrystal of life, a life that encompasses everything. i can't say i really worship it... because how do you worship something you're an intrensic part of? that just feels silly. but i do celebrate life in its many forms and embrace it, marvel in its infinite and constantly changing complexity. to live is to change and grow. to stay still and constantly worship a belief formed of words thousands of years set in stone,feels to me like you might as well be a stiff corpse yourself.