Knee-jerk return to religious thoughts and actions

[Judas BentHer]

There's a line in Psalms (songs) that goes; I have said, Ye are gods; and all of you are children of the Most High.

It's been said there's a thing called hard wiring that occurs when we're young and impressionable. If we're raised in a religious family the teachings we learn at that time when our minds are open to influence because our naivety doesn't yet know discretion or rational discrimination, we take it as truth that that's how the world works. And those rites and rituals, particular to religion, are part of what causes it to all make sense. Because we're told that's true. By our parent(s) and by those who associate with them in that religious community.

Children learn by mimicking. Anyone who's spoken around a child who's just learning to form clear words and sentences will recall how it feels like a mocking bird is in the room. It's why parents are often so careful in what they say, because their little one will repeat a word over and over, as if trying it on, sounding it out and in a subconscious way, getting a picture for what it means.

The same goes for religion. Pagan or otherwise. And in time of stress, or great difficulties when our life doesn't feel like what we're doing to steer it to our best interest is working, it's not uncommon to fall back on what's familiar. What made the world work, what gave hope to what seemed hopeless, when asking for help from the unseen involved a prayer, or ritual, or magic rite and seemed to work when things changed for the better.

It's a strange thing, being human. We're led to believe we're masters of the universe, and yet so many of us need to believe we too are mastered. We need something to be there for us, to care, to take us personally, to offer a life raft when we feel like we're sinking. Because we're terrified of dying. Literally and figuratively.

The atheist says, it's all bullshit. There's nothing super natural that cares about us. That all is nature and it is utterly indifferent to our condition, because it's not conscious the way we are and so no matter what we think of it by giving it a name, worshiping it in temples, churches or groves, it doesn't reciprocate because it's power, energy, essence, and beyond caring that we yet another speck within a giant seemingly infinite array of gases and globes, aren't all that important in the grand scheme.
We live, we die. Just like everything else does.

But for most humans, we need to believe we're more than that. And that's what brings faith to life. That we are indeed more and that what we can imagine cares, does so because we're special and so we reciprocate by making it special too.

It's a hard thing for some to face they're all they've got to rely on. That no thing imagined to exist really does, nor does it care about us.

I think if there was such a thing as what a word like, "god" describes, that it would be beyond our understanding in the first place. It would be like asking a honeybee to relate to the human keeper of the hive.

My thought for you is this. Only you know what your life feels like. Only you live through whatever comes. You are unique, even if you're a twin, because there is no other exactly like you. And this life is the only one you have to do with as you will. And when you die, you will never be here again.

So don't fret about relating to the old ways, when those brought you comfort because once upon a time it all helped everything to make sense.
If nothing else, maybe you can see that inner voice, that soul, that something that calls you back as your higher self, your experience and wisdom achieved unto this moment having made your life journey this far. Maybe you can see that while you were once looking for god, that that deeper self is telling you all the while god has been right there behind your eyes, alive in your will, answering your prayers when you awaken to one more day to make the most of the time you have left.

The religious supplicate themselves to the unseen, and are often disappointed because in truth nothings there to appreciate their bow. The atheist claims their birthright, empowered by their sense of self, inspired by their dreams, bolstered by their determination and serving their purpose; to be who they are starting with realizing they're on their own, first. All others, all else, comes to us. Friends, family are outside. We live this world looking out of our eyes, seeing it from our unique perspective and moving forward and through it because we have no choice.

Remember, you are god.
Because you are the creator of your destiny, your attitude, your framework for what you uniquely describe as; my life, which is a polytheistic religion because none of us live that experience of "I am", alone.