Creationism, Science, and Extraterrestrials—Part IV—My Story Continued…
March 29, 2018
I spent more time thinking about God, who I was in the world, and why was I on the earth. #Religion (#Creationism), #Science, and #Extraterrestrials continued to be an intrigue even as a young teenager (11-14).
When I consider the questions I asked at such a young age with no provocation, I realize now that I was a wonderer of sorts on the Earth. I knew there was a purpose for me, and I would continue to search for that purpose until I found it.
I noticed that church became an even more important part of my path. I studied more, went to catechism at the Catholic Church, St. Philomena, and considered what other religions believed. I was so anxious to understand that I let a woman almost lead me into going to her local Jehovah’s Witness meeting.
I met a woman at the bank, where my sister would take me to add my paperboy money to my savings account. My eldest sister would wait in the car while I stood in line to make my deposit. This made way for many elders to ask me questions about why I was there alone.
One particular woman took the opportunity to introduce me to the same religion that would periodically knock at our door and give us magazines about the “Good News.” Of course, I was intrigued. But, when I shared with a few of my elderly friends what I was looking into—Jehovah’s Witness. they shut me down immediately.
Unless you were a Jehovah’s Witness, in Beaver Falls, Pa., you frowned upon the religion that wouldn’t allow your children to stand during the “Pledge of Allegiance” in school. I could see that adults didn’t like this religion, but that only made me intrigued enough to read the information she gave me and look up the religion in the one place in our house that I could get an unbiased opinion of anything—the encyclopedia. These precious books, my father purchased when my siblings and I were all very young. Often my father would just point to the back bedroom when we had a question he didn’t want to answer. “That’s why I spent $150 on the damn things. Use them!” he would say. I spent hours looking through the encyclopedias, page by page, trying to unlock the mysteries of the universe and the world.
Meanwhile, there was always something strange going on around the house. My sisters were finding steady boyfriends, a fiancé for the eldest and kissing and making out for the others. My brother continued to find more ways to get in trouble with the police with drugs and alcohol. One day my brother had taken (or was given) some kind of drug that put him in the emergency room. My mother and father actually were told he was going to die if they didn’t find out what he had taken. The police found my brother’s friends and pressed them until some “friend” told the police he was given a dog tranquilizer. He finally was given an antidote and was save.
I simply knew that what my brother was becoming, I wanted no part of being. My father detested his behavior, though continued to bail him out of jail and trouble, since my father was very connected with the police department.
Italians in those days (The Sons of Italy) seemed to have leverage in every area of the government and law. That part of my father’s life continues to be a big mystery to me, even today. I can assume my father was active in groups that had some kind of power over the government, but I’m not sure how involved my father had become in any mafia behavior.
Being Italian and being Catholic went hand in hand. That much I knew. Those that were mean and detestable in my eyes made their way with heavy make-up and furs to mass every Sunday and sat in the front row. They would cry at the feet of Jesus. I guess that made everything they did okay—to them. I wasn’t convinced God had winked an eye or removed them from any kind of Karma (even though I didn’t know the meaning of that word then).
What all of this meant to me, even then, was that something was very wrong with Catholicism. I loved Jesus and God, that much I knew, but I didn’t accept the people and the teaching that surrounded me. I needed and wanted to more!
You can’t build a relationship with God unless you spend time with and in the presence of the Great Spirit. There are many blogs in my 8 years of writing that teach about meditation. Also, you can look at the end of this blog and find a meditation that you can use to help you understand the mechanics of meditation for yourself. Please do me a favor and sign up for my youtube channel. I am really trying to build my social presence on youtube, so that I can begin to reach more people. Thank you.
Again, meditation is a step in spiritual development we must be on to get stronger spiritual and identify our paths on this Earth. Our entire purpose for being on this Earth is to get stronger and stronger in Love and Compassion. When we make choices that benefit the ego self, we often go in the wrong direction in life; this would include choices that are based in fear.
Fear is not love. Anything in your life that presents itself as fear is an illusion trying to keep your from a God Choice or a Miracle!
Join me again for more of my story in the next blog…
Take the opportunity to read Your New Story, Your New Life, my last book, which defines how to change your external life by changing your mind and your thoughts and gives you exercises to accomplish this.