Religion, and other ramblings

I had a long, and lengthy, discussion with a friend of mine on the topic of religion and beliefs. For the longest time, I thought of myself as a pagan. Then, when belief failed me, I turned to atheism. Now, I am not so sure what to call myself. I cannot say there is nothing out there, but I cannot definitively say something is out there either. I simply do not know.

What I can say with certainty is there is much to this world that we still do not understand.

I believe gods were created out of necessity. People needed something to put their faith in to believe that everything would be okay. This could be anything from the weather patterns, food, fertility, even death. Every culture, every people that has walked this earth, has held some form of  belief. By the time Christianity was conceived, tens of thousands of cultures had been long dead, and with them their gods died as well.

We must then choose to belief that there is something, or there is nothing. Furthermore, we must then decide who is right, and who is wrong. But what if the truth was no one was completely right, and no one is completely wrong?

I am of the belief that true faith comes from acknowledging the fact that we simply do not know. We can strive to find answers, but ultimately, we just do not know. We want to be right so badly that we sometimes miss the fact that answers can lie in unsuspecting places. Religion does not explain everything, and science does not explain everything. If you were to put the two together, however, you get more answers, and the divide between people is thinned. If you acknowledge that answers can lie within multiple religions rather than just one, more answers are presented.

I do not believe in absolutes. Nothing is absolutely bad, and nothing is absolutely good. Nothing is absolutely correct, or absolutely wrong. Bad can have good intentions, and with bad comes lessons. Good can have bad intentions, and good can also have its own set of lessons. While we argue incessantly over who is right and who is wrong, we are missing the biggest picture of them all; we are all human beings sharing an earth together, and our bickering is leading to our own demise.

Religion, and even a lack thereof, has led to countless centuries of bloodshed. Our earth is covered in gallons of blood from fallen warriors willing to die for what they believed to be correct, and its the age old chess match. There is no winner when there is death. The biggest armies does not mean one is more correct than another. A religion with a massive following is no better than a smaller following. The number of followers does not dictate the level of faith a group of people may possess. The only thing numbers provide is a larger army from which wars can begin, and how history will remember the fallen.

Going back to a point I made earlier within this post, I believe gods were created from faith, and that faith came from necessity. As people moved from land to land, they took their gods with them. The people changed, evolved, and the gods were forced to do the same. That is why we see so many who call themselves by the same name, yet believe so differently. This is why we see so many beliefs that are similar to other religious beliefs from countries we’ve never visited.  What I see now, however, is stagnation. The world, like it or not, is constantly evolving. New gods are being created out of necessity, new beliefs are forming from necessity, yet people cling so dearly to the old ways they have always known. This is not the way the universe is supposed to work. This is not to say, of course, that we should completely abandon the “old ways”, but we should not stay stuck in them. If we remained stuck, you would not be sitting at your computer, or holding your phone, reading these words while constructing your responses. We must learn from the old ways, and bring the old into the new. We must take the lessons we’ve been given, but continue to move forward. We will be ancient history one day. Our future generations will look back on this generation in disgust, as we look back on certain aspects of our ancestors, and wonder “How could people sit by and allow this to happen?” Stagnation.

There must be a balance, a harmony. The longer we continue to allow ourselves to be divided, the more we see the world being destroyed. Soon, there will be no one to argue with of right and wrong, because there will be no one left to have an opinion.

I do not believe faith comes from a book written by men. In fact, I believe religious texts are one of the poisons of our society. A book that teaches people how to live can easily be rewritten, or mistranslated, to sway the public opinion. We have seen the evidence of this, in fact, with the changes made to the bible over time. Faith comes from within, belief comes from within, and we create our gods out of necessity. Each person serves a purpose, and therefore we must also accept that “bad” people also serve a purpose. With the recent popularity in Ted Bundy, I’ll use him as an example. Ted Bundy did terrible things, but from those terrible things, we got a unique insight into the way the mind of a serial killer functions. We have a better understanding of just how terrible the human mind can be, and we saw warning signs. We bettered our understanding of the evolution of a serial killer, While we focus on the acts done by the man, we also looked at the victims. Each death gives us more answers about the human body, the human vessel. Each day we continue to move forward and learn, and that is the way we are supposed to be. We are supposed to move forward and learn more so that we may have stronger beliefs in the capability of mankind.

From all the negative things that have happened, good has come out of them. Every experience shapes who we are as people. While some events have a bigger impact than others, we cannot point fingers and continue to hate one group or the other. Instead, we take the information, good and bad, and we learn from it. The situations thrown upon us are up to us to decide how we are going to react to them. Bad can be changed to good.

Perhaps I’m getting a bit rambling, and perhaps I’m even not making sense now. I honestly cannot tell. I can only hope these words make sense to someone out there. I wish these words could help the progression by helping people realize the importance of accepting change, of accepting progression, of accepting we do not know everything, and accepting that absolutes simply don’t exist. No one is right, no one is wrong, no one is bad, no one is good all the time. It is simply impossible. Change, evolution of ourselves, however, is very possible, if we’d simply allow it to happen.

You live once, but you grow up thrice.

Hello, my dedicated readers. It has been a while, and for that, I must apologize. I felt I had much to say, but no great way to say it. I don’t ever want to feel I’m wasting my reader’s time, but most importantly, I want to feel proud of everything I deliver. Until now, I did not feel I could do such a task. I am, however, going to attempt to post more regularly. With that out of the way, one of the reasons I’ve been so quiet is actually the topic of today’s blog. It is my personal opinion that each person grows up three times.

The first time is legally. In the United States, an individual is classified as an adult upon reaching the age eighteen. At eighteen, most teenagers are finishing, or just recently finished, high school. They’re preparing to go out into the world and take in all it has to offer. Many are filled with hopes of what the future holds. Some begin working, others go off to school, while others wait patiently to see what comes their way.

The second time a person grows up is independently. This is the first time an individual pays a bill on their own, acquires debt of any sort, makes a big purchase, so forth. This is growth in the sense of realizing you’re on your own. I should mention now that each stage of growth can happen at any point. A person could reach this stage at sixteen, or be considered legally an adult at sixteen depending on circumstances. Like much of life, these are not considered absolutes.

The third time an individual grows up is, arguably, the most difficult growth of them all. Mentally. In many ways, this growth is depressing. It is the realization that life is not what you thought it would be, and the people you’ve surrounded yourself with are not who you thought they were. This is the moment where long held relationships are brought into question, closely examined to judge compatibility. It is the moment when you question everything you’ve done with your life, and compare it to what you want to do in your future. Have you made the right choices? Are your actions moving you forward? Dreams are replaced with reality. It is a hard pill to swallow, and can break you. It is painful, much like the growing pains of our youth, because not everyone reaches this stage at the same time. You’ll find friendships that you’d always counted on distancing, interests you’ve always held slipping away into obscurity, and you’re left wondering…what’s the point? You feel, suddenly, very alone.

What is the point?

Here’s the beauty of the third stage. It is not a guarantee deal breaker. Those around you may grow to match your new found adulthood. Others will not. Your priorities will change. Just like when you made your first big purchase by yourself, you can control how this growth controls your life. Those that refuse to grow may cease to matter, but you find those who grew with you grow closer to you. Dreams may be replaced with reality, but we all shape our reality. You now have the clearest mind to make those dreams come true. Perhaps with some adjustments. This is different for everyone and it is painful. But you have the strength to push forward.

The reason for my silence can be blamed on growth number three. I’ve had to make quite a number of changes in my life, not all of them easy. I did feel broken. I fought hard for friendships I knew, deep down, were over. I’d become so focused on the lack of direction towards the things I wanted that I became stagnant. Upon realizing what I was experiencing, I finally surrendered to it and accepted the change. I was the one holding myself back rather than making myself go in the direction I wanted to go.

I started having dreams again.

I’m not holding onto as much stress as I was by trying to conquer the world’s problems, while it spit on me in return. I learned to pick my own battles, I learned to appreciate what was important. It hurts. It absolutely hurts. You begin to accept the things you cannot control, you cannot handle, and you find a new path. Even if you have to carve that path from stone with a spoon.

Do not be afraid of this growth, my friends. It is okay to be afraid. It is okay to make mistakes. It is okay to try new things. It is okay to fail. It is okay to say no. You will come out the other side stronger than ever before. I am not preaching from the perspective of a success story, I’m telling you from the point of view of someone who has finally realized…life is mine… Truly mine… And I’m okay with that.

I hope this, in some small way, helps someone out there.

Hatred is easy.

​We the people have the power to show love and kindness. With the power of music, the power of art, the power of writing, the power of small gestures. A single smile, or a simple “are you okay?” can change the world for someone. 

Trump supporters are being hateful, Hillary supporters are being hateful. When are the people going to realize that hate has done nothing but sow the seeds of discord even further into our hearts? Love. Acceptance. Being open minded. Humility. THESE are the things that will win our country back. Not killing each other over a difference of opinion. Not killing each other over a difference in race, sexual orientation, gender…. It’s going to take all of us. Sadly, we the people have forgotten love. Sadly, love has been replaced. Not with hate. Fear. We have been taught to fear our brothers and sisters. We’ve been taught to fear difference, because different must be bad. Kindness has been replaced with distrust, which leads to more fear. We’ve been taught that if someone isn’t agreeing with us, they are against us, and being against us is bad. We’re paranoid, and we’re scared, and we all feel alone.

 I choose to stand with homosexuals, I choose to stand with people of color. I choose to stand with white people. I choose to stand with straight people, transgender people. I choose to stand with Muslims, Buddhists, pagans, wiccans, Hindus, Christians, atheists, so forth. WE THE PEOPLE. CAN CHOOSE. LOVE AND ACCEPTANCE OVER HATRED. 

Teach me so I can learn! Show me the beauty of the world through your eyes. Spread joy and laughter, not blood of fellow human beings.

Our country was founded on freedom of oppression so that WE could all live the American dream. History has not been kind to our ancestors, no matter the race. I choose to educate myself so that I can avoid making the same mistakes my ancestors and my elders did, and do. I choose not to let the past rule me and my decisions. “This is the way it’s always been, so it’s the way it has to be.” BY WHOSE RULES?! No. I refuse to accept that. I refuse to accept that it will always be this way. I refuse to accept that we will always hate one another. Not if we all choose to do otherwise. 

Right now hate is winning. Fear is winning. Right now, YOU HAVE A CHOICE. I don’t care who is running this country because in the end, WE THE PEOPLE ARE THEIR BOSSES. WE THE PEOPLE HAVE THE POWER TO STOP ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING ANY POLITICIAN THROWS AT US. But we have to STOP. HATING. AND KILLING. EACH OTHER. 

Every single one of us has their own battles to fight. We’re all going through things. We’re all angry about something, we’re all scared about something. Every individual on earth is just as complex as the other. It makes no sense to judge someone by something they cannot help. Judge by character, by observation. Not by what a label tells you. PEOPLE ARE NOT SOUP CANS.

So what’s it going to be, people of the world? Let history continue to repeat in a timeless loop of death, depression, and fear? Or do we put our foot down and scream at the top of our lungs “WE THE PEOPLE OF EARTH HAVE HAD ENOUGH.”

Teach love. Teach respect. Teach kindness. Teach to be a trusting person, and teach to trust. It’s going to take us all. 

And believe me, if you see me in public and you ever feel afraid, ask and I will defend you. I will defend those who cannot speak, those who cannot reach out. Men, women, children, anyone. I stand with humanity.

We the people must vow from this moment forward to try and make a difference. One voice in a crowd is but a whisper, but put enough whispers together and they’ll hear our screams. Enough is enough. 

My First Concert Experience

Let me simply begin by stating that I have horrible social anxiety. Horrible. The idea of being in a large crowd scares the crap out of me and makes my skin crawl. For example: I remember a specific event about a year and a half ago when I was attending my then husband’s birthday party. There were so many people in that house, and it was so loud everywhere I went, I finally ended up locking myself in my car for ten minutes just to recuperate. Later that evening when everything had calmed down, I felt like my skin was going to crawl off my body. And that particular event involved his family, people I’d known for quite some time and had been around on many separate occasions.

Needless to say, concerts were a biiiiig no no for me. Until now.

We discovered that Marilyn Manson and Alice Cooper were touring together back when the dates were first released, and immediately I wanted to go. But that socially anxious and awkward part of my brain said “OHGODNONONONO.” Even more heartbreaking was realizing they were coming nowhere close to me. As quickly as the feeling, the urge, to go washed over me, it left again.

My friend Joanna and I used to obsess over Manson when we were 15, and I’ve grown up listening to Cooper all my life. She contacted me with a plausible way for all of this to work out….All that was left was to convince my brain that I wanted to go.

We chose the cheapest tickets (Well into the nosebleed section), and my friends Joanna, Rachel, and I prepared. I guess my brain was still in denial, because I didn’t feel the usual anxiety. We left for Dallas (about 4 hours away from me), and the closer we got to the theater, the more nervous I became.

We arrived, bought a t-shirt, changed, and then headed up to our nosebleed section, only to find a guy waiting there for us.

“There are three of you, yes?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Well I have good news for you. Your section didn’t sell well so we’re moving you closer to the action.”
“No fucking way. Really?”
“Really. Here are your tickets, head back down and find your seats.”

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The tickets we had were about 28 bucks a pop. The seats we ended up in were 65 dollars. I was about 8 rows back from the pits and had a beautiful shot at the stage. It was brilliant.

Marilyn Manson steps out onto the stage, and immediately all social anxieties disappear. I started moving and swaying with the crowd, just enjoying myself. I screamed and yelled like everyone around me, I sang along without worrying whether or not it sounded good. Manson began with a very…almost childlike and playful demeanor, dancing about the stage. Midway he slowed down, seeming almost groggy. At one point he ended up on the infamous stilts, and a stagehand kept getting in his way and he nearly hit him. Which is understandable because really, if he’d fallen he could have been severely hurt. Towards the end he was right back to playful and fun.

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We had an intermission, and then Cooper took to the stage. I was a bit worried at first because I know a lot of his classics like… School’s Out, Poison, Hey Stoopid, etc, but other than that I’m not familiar with him. Let me just tell you this. Even if you are not familiar with Cooper’s stuff, you NEED to see him perform. He owns that stage and he is completely comfortable. His theatrics are phenomenal, and he definitely knows how to work a crowd. I lost my voice. In fact, two days later, I’m still a little croaky. THAT’S how amazing this experience was. He did the straight jacket, the snake, the guillotine, and Frankenstein.

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But the best part about all of this was after. We walked out of the arena and realized we were way too flooded with adrenaline to try to drive, so we were going to sit on the curb to relax. I happened to glance back and saw a fence, and directly on the other side of it I saw tour buses. There were other people standing there, not many…probably about 20, and none of them were wearing VIP passes.

And that’s how I got to meet Alice Cooper.

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Alice Cooper walked out, and I didn’t care about my shredded vocal chords, I screamed. He waved and held up a finger, and I thought “Crap he’s not coming back.” But he DID! And he took the time to go down the line and autograph all of our tickets. About midway down the line he steps back and starts laughing, then says “Have you guys ever seen that show The Walking Dead?” “Yes!” “You guys kind of remind me of the zombies.” We start laughing, and then I lean in and say “Well if you hire us, we’ll work your next set for you.” AND HE LAUGHED. HE FULL ON BELLY LAUGHED AT ME! I was like “OH MY GOD ALICE COOPER THINKS I’M FUNNY!” In hindsight he probably just thought I was stupid, but in that moment it was a truly magical experience. 

Marilyn Manson didn’t come out, which was disappointing but hey. I did get to watch his tour bus leave. I waved at it and everything. I also saw Twiggy leave.

All in all, it was a magical experience and I am very glad to have rid myself of that anxiety long enough to experience this. I probably would have kicked myself if I hadn’t. Unfortunately, I have figured out a downside to concerts.

They are like a drug. You go to one, suddenly you want to turn around and do it again. It’s so hard to return to reality after going to a concert, especially one you get really into. In my mind, that concert wasn’t just a once in a lifetime thing. I’m still trying to convince myself that I cannot just turn around and go back to that, go back to see my heroes. Reality sucks in comparison sometimes, you know?

The other downside is….MAN I was sore. My vocal chords were so shredded I sounded like a mix between an old woman and a prepubescent boy. About an hour after we left the concert I realized “Oh crap. I have to prerecord my radio show tomorrow.”

I wore it all with pride, however. I even made it through the full hour of prerecording my show (though I probably won’t listen to the playback). Why did I torture myself like that? Because I was proud. I was proud of myself for pushing myself to do something I’d never done before, meeting someone I would have never met otherwise, and for getting over my fears. So thank you Alice Cooper and Marilyn Manson for not only helping me get over my fears, but for also popping my concert cherry. You guys are amazing! Thank you for giving me one of the most amazing moments of my life.

I was going to include a section of this blog where I discussed the downside to societies, and why I think people like Marilyn Manson, Alice Cooper, and Ozzy Osbourne aren’t so bad, but I have decided to wait for another day. So stick around!

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