The day I stepped away from organized religion and my identity as a Christian was the day my life truly began, Not overnight. Not dramatically. There was no lightning strike, no sudden rebellion, maybe sort of lol,, no deep hatred toward Christianity or religion itself. It was more like waking up slowly after years of sleeping through my own existence. In many ways, my eyes opened much like Eve’s after she tasted the forbidden fruit in the garden of Eden. I no longer saw myself as a slave to a belief system. Instead, I started noticing the world around me with fresh clarity. I began to sense energies both light and heavy in people, places, and moments. The plants, the earth, the sun, the wind… everything started to fall into place.
I remember holding a glass of water and softly speaking gratitude over it, asking it to nourish my body, I would also do same with the food i ate, The books I read began to feed my soul. I felt something stirring inside me that I couldn’t yet name, something ancient, something true. Over the years, I came to understand it little by little.
Strangely, it was only after leaving the structures of fear and dogma that I learned how to truly love. I started treating people with kindness not because I was afraid of punishment or hell, but because it felt like the most natural, human thing to do, empathy became real to me. Humanity became real to me.. My love became genuine, no longer a transaction with the divine, but a quiet, honest connection with those around me.
Today, I move through life differently.
I pay attention to what I consume mentally, emotionally, and physically. I protect my peace. I trust my intuition more. I try to lead with kindness and honesty, not because I expect heaven as a reward, but because this life itself is already sacred.
Leaving religion was not the end of my journey.
It was the beginning of my awakening.
And while many may not understand that path, I have learned that every human being must eventually discover truth in their own way.
For some, it is found in religion.
For others, it is found outside of it.
The miracle in my own path has been the way people have shown up for me sometimes even strangers who knew nothing about my story. I’ve had moments where a so-called friend would speak behind my back, and somehow, word of those very conversations would find its way back to me. And the strange thing is, I didn’t feel betrayed or bitter. Instead, I felt something unexpected: a quiet sense of awe. It was as if the universe was conspiring in my favor, turning everything even whispers meant to harm into something that served my growth.
One day, someone told me I was lucky. I just smiled. Not out of arrogance, but because I genuinely know who I am now. Luck had little to do with it. What looked like chance from the outside was, for me, proof of alignment a slow, quiet trust in the currents I’ve learned to follow since letting go of the life I was told to live.
May the odds always be in yoour favor.
Amen.
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