For most of my life, I was raised as a Christian. I accepted Christ when I was 9 years old because I believed in Jesus and the John 3:16 story that defines every Christian. However, believing in the concept of Jesus and reconciling it with my own faith was another story. If you have grown up in church since elementary, life doesn’t quite affect you until that time in high school and college where the “temptations” of life start to make themselves known.
Disclaimer: I’m not trying to knock on religion or the religious leaders who have tried their very best to steer my faith in the right direction, I think its my own personal revelations that have compelled me to pen this down.
Well, I’ll be damned. Everything you’re not supposed to do, I’ve done. I’ve fallen for every single one of God’s sins and feel slightly grateful that I have came out fairly unscathed with an enriching experience. As a teenager, you’re naively discovering everything in life and navigating these experiences with your own moral compass. The bad influences never seem that bad when they are all in agreement. They just become varying degrees of deceit, deception and insecurity. It just depends which one of them triggers your own emotional limit that you have on yourself.
I never understood how to reconcile my inner demons with a religion that I only understood as archaic and non-applicable. I mean how was I supposed to understand these pressures of self-esteem and identity with old Biblical stories? The super-duper church friends would get judgmental and be encouraged to distance themselves from the bad influences, while the bad influences would then go on the deep end of their own vices because they could. It was so easy to discard and excommunicate people, especially those who were clearly part of the LGBTIQ community (but were denied this and told to pray the gay away).
When I graduated high school, I decided to take another stab at religion and get baptised, so I took the baptismal course and memorised some verses to graduate by finally taking the dip in front of the congregation. Yay – i could finally partake in the Holy Communion we celebrated every first Sunday of the month. But graduating as a proclaimed Christian didn’t change me as much as I thought it would, my lifestyle, my words, my life was definitely not transformed or in line with WWJD.
Fast forward a million years later (hehe a couple of decades) and here I am, producing events for women, asking them to be open and being a witness to how people hurt, how people help and how people love. Despite the differences in all of our upbringing, religious or non-religious, I find myself having a deeper spiritual connection that is much more intimate than I’ve ever experienced before.
- A sisterhood exists despite differences. My groups of friends in Canada were fairly homogenous, although I met lots of people, my friends pretty much looked and sounded the same. At the retreats, the women that attend are as good as strangers before we meet them and sisters by the time they leave. The connections are deep, strengthened after each sharing, and bonds solidified through each experience. But after they leave the vacuum, I see how genuine they are in their interactions and their involvement in each other’s lives.
- When you believe that we are all connected, pain and power is experienced by all of us, not just one person going through something on their own, you’re able to derive compassion. I have a better understanding of energy now and the idea of good energy and bad energy; positive and negative, safe and toxic. You feel it in your body, you can already know when someone is being true to themselves, even if they don’t realise it. Being empathetic allows you to see the situation in a better light.
- Religion has always presented an us vs them narrative. Compassion was missing in my understanding of religion because my focus was on other areas, the Israelites and the Egyptians, the Gentiles and the non-believers. There was always a divide that needed to expose the differences. Even now when we relate to those who are Buddhist, Muslim, Jewish or Christian – its easy to talk about the differences and judge them than the similarities that connect us.
So after 12 events produced with Supparetreat, plus my own inner work and experiences built with the hundreds of women, I came to the realisation that faith is universal. Your intention will bring the right energy to overcome the trials and tribulations no matter what religion you identify with. Armed with the arsenal of belief, the stronger the intention and purity of energy, the more effective in the receiver will feel. When you read books, listen to sermons, watch others preach, their references may be different but their truth is the same.
The image I used above is the powerful Angel Walk experience we create at our weekend retreats. Just like prayer, every good intention is poured into each individual and no matter the story, the pain, the journey, each woman blindly receives through the tunnel of good intentions. This exercise culminates in affirmations for each woman to believe in herself with the support of everyone around her.
Love is the real essence of religion, it is not you versus them, it is not about the rules of showing too much cleavage or (not) drinking alcohol. It is faith and love which binds you to your Creator (Allah, God, Yahweh, Guru) and the power of your belief system that will fuel you through the toughest times. I know part of the Christian belief is to spread the good word and believe that if you believe, you will have eternal salvation. I know that part.
But I believe all of us have a right to believe whatever we believe in, as long as it works for us. Only God has the power and the might to judge us, it is not our job to police faith in people, that’s not how faith works. When was the last time you thought about what you believed and why you believed in it?