I’ve often quipped that one day, I’m going to write my own religion. I might still. And for someone whose religious views came from some old text (or a purportedly old text), it’ll probably come off as 1) derivative and/or 2) new age hogwash. Here’s the thing: I don’t care what they think.
When it comes to your spirituality, do what makes you happy. If you are happy to call yourself an Indigo Child and believe you’re from an alien planet, and your goddess is Buffy the Vampire Slayer and you dance naked in your backyard around a circle of fire built from wooden blocks and old clothes… feel free. It’s YOUR soul/spirit/aura/whatever. Only YOU can know what speaks to you. And everyone else? Don’t tell other people how to worship, or mock them for what they believe. Just don’t. ‘Cause whatever you believe? You could be accused of believing in New Age Hogwash just as much as the next person. I’ve grown sick and tired of people looking for evidence that one religious belief is more valid than another. For Christ’s sake (pardon the pun), there’s no evidence that God/gods exist. One man’s evidence is another man’s psychosis.
If you have faith, great. If someone else’s faith is in something else, let them be.
