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As a child, I attended a non-denominational christian church. Mostly it was normal, decent people following, or claiming to follow, basic christian tenets. The older I got, the more the ideas of hell, and a seemingly schizo god, and myth presented as fact ate at me. I remember reading Harlan Ellison's short story "The Deathbird", and putting the book down, literally afraid I would burn in hell for enjoying it, and that story did much to sever the bond to my "old" way of thinking.... Fast forward to adulthood. Religion is nearly dead for me, and I am angry at what remnants of god I still hold in my mind. The memory of seeing a TV clip of children orphaned by a flood somewhere in Central America, while "Jesus loves me, yes I know" is playing in the background sets me off, even today. But inside... the little, niggling feeling of something larger, remains. To make a long story short (and yes, I hear you all applauding lol), my beliefs now consist of a fair amount of Buddhism, and I don't know what you'd call it, a belief that we all have god in us, we're all a piece of god... that god is love, and compassion, and truth, and courage. Any time you see those things, you're witnessing god. Any time you bring them into the world, you are literally manifesting god. How does this jibe with my kink? As others have said, my spirituality permeates all that I am and do. The Buddhist teachings help with inner peace and clarity, which in turn assists in self-mastery. And manifesting god, in a relationship, aids in developing a bond between owner and owned. Level
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