I sometimes find myself worrying about how a god I no longer
believe in—the Church God—will judge me and the footsteps I’ve left upon this
Earth.
Most of the time I believe I have rescinded this god’s right
to judge me. The Universe will judge my actions, and I will atone somehow for
the wrongs I have done to others, but it will not be at the hands of an abusive
parent.
Like a person who has severed ties with an abusive family of
origin here in the world, I still find myself fearing the wrath of that abusive
celestial parent. I wake up terrified, dreaming that I have been judged and
damned for being a cosmic error.
~Cie~
Written for a writing prompt, but not fiction, flash or otherwise.
My words to live by
It has not been my intent to belittle or condemn anyone's spiritual beliefs in this piece. This is my personal experience.
I am an agnostic. I am extremely critical of organized religion and have little good to say about it, but I am not the kind to sneer at others' spiritual beliefs.
I think that organized religion is political in nature and has very little to do with spirituality.
