Glitoris
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- Posted: Thu, 31 Jul 2014 15:51:39 +0000
I suppose my beliefs are a bit strange, at least to most people. I don't want to evoke hate from anyone, so if you are easily offended, please go away. I do not want someone to accuse me of being/not being one thing or the other. Yes, I know my beliefs are taken from a lot of religions.
I am Christian, in the sense that Jesus Christ died for my sins. I do believe that there are three Gods, if you will. The traditional three in the Holy Trinity. I do believe that they are three separate Gods, but in harmony with one another. I do not believe that they have genders. I believe that Jesus was born male, but not necessarily male spiritually. I do not believe that spiritual entities - souls, Gods, etc. have gender.
I believe in magick. A few years ago, I wished my brother ill will for making fun of the way I spoke French at the time. He bit through his tongue the day after I sat in my room, mulling over how angry I was at him. And before that, I wished ill on the girl who broke my finger and her friend who threatened me. The girl who broke my fingers, her foot got run over by a car. Her friend broke her middle finger. Something latched onto me after that, I believe. Something evil. Places/rooms I frequented started feeling malevolent to my friend. She started having nightmares and night terrors. She'd wake up feeling like something was staring at her from the corner where I always sat in her room. After a while, I started to notice small cuts on my body. I do not hurt myself. I am not abused. I did a lot of praying and other things to get rid of all the negativity. I didn't do it alone, of course. After that, things got better. I try to always have positive energy about me, because I know that negativity can fester in me and bring out something... not good. I don't believe that magick is evil, but I believe that it can be used for evil. It will come back to haunt, though. On the other hand, I think that it can be used for good.
Finally, I believe that I lived another life. I believe that I lived in Spain sometime maybe four hundred to five hundred years ago. I know that I had an identical twin sister, and I know that I died giving birth to my own child. I think I lived by a lake or an ocean, as I have a strong association with water. I know I lived in Spain, because since I was a little girl, I have had dreams in Spanish. It was only occasionally, but I didn't even start learning Spanish until a few years ago. I would always be asking for food (in Spanish) in the dreams. I have met my twin sister in this life. We look very different, but the personality similarities are striking. And it's not just that "oh, I have a twin" thing that seems to be popular right now. I believe this person really was my twin in a past life. I know we were female, because I know that I died in childbirth. I'm almost positive that my bird is the baby that I never got to raise, because the moment I saw her, I loved her. I love animals in general, but a connection like this had never happened before. When I saw her, it was like my entire world had suddenly appeared. I think I died in childbirth, because I've always had a crippling fear of childbirth/pregnancy, to the point where I avoid relatives in those conditions.
So, what do you think?
I am Christian, in the sense that Jesus Christ died for my sins. I do believe that there are three Gods, if you will. The traditional three in the Holy Trinity. I do believe that they are three separate Gods, but in harmony with one another. I do not believe that they have genders. I believe that Jesus was born male, but not necessarily male spiritually. I do not believe that spiritual entities - souls, Gods, etc. have gender.
I believe in magick. A few years ago, I wished my brother ill will for making fun of the way I spoke French at the time. He bit through his tongue the day after I sat in my room, mulling over how angry I was at him. And before that, I wished ill on the girl who broke my finger and her friend who threatened me. The girl who broke my fingers, her foot got run over by a car. Her friend broke her middle finger. Something latched onto me after that, I believe. Something evil. Places/rooms I frequented started feeling malevolent to my friend. She started having nightmares and night terrors. She'd wake up feeling like something was staring at her from the corner where I always sat in her room. After a while, I started to notice small cuts on my body. I do not hurt myself. I am not abused. I did a lot of praying and other things to get rid of all the negativity. I didn't do it alone, of course. After that, things got better. I try to always have positive energy about me, because I know that negativity can fester in me and bring out something... not good. I don't believe that magick is evil, but I believe that it can be used for evil. It will come back to haunt, though. On the other hand, I think that it can be used for good.
Finally, I believe that I lived another life. I believe that I lived in Spain sometime maybe four hundred to five hundred years ago. I know that I had an identical twin sister, and I know that I died giving birth to my own child. I think I lived by a lake or an ocean, as I have a strong association with water. I know I lived in Spain, because since I was a little girl, I have had dreams in Spanish. It was only occasionally, but I didn't even start learning Spanish until a few years ago. I would always be asking for food (in Spanish) in the dreams. I have met my twin sister in this life. We look very different, but the personality similarities are striking. And it's not just that "oh, I have a twin" thing that seems to be popular right now. I believe this person really was my twin in a past life. I know we were female, because I know that I died in childbirth. I'm almost positive that my bird is the baby that I never got to raise, because the moment I saw her, I loved her. I love animals in general, but a connection like this had never happened before. When I saw her, it was like my entire world had suddenly appeared. I think I died in childbirth, because I've always had a crippling fear of childbirth/pregnancy, to the point where I avoid relatives in those conditions.
So, what do you think?