You still come here? Maybe I should too…

Well hi. Been a long time… again. I lost some of my vitriol against my former faith… but lately I have run up against it more frequently and have been forming some posts in my head. I will work on them soon and update the site. I remember when I made this that I had wanted to cover religion and permaculture, self sustainability, parenting, etc and it’s only just been about my walk away from Christianity.

 

But! In the mean time enjoy Tim Minchins Christmas Song. I love it and listen to it several times a week.

 

 

And while you’re following links that I direct you to, check out what has been happening on The Bloggess. It’ll make your heart swell and eyes possibly tear up 😀

 

If I don’t blog before Christmas, may it be Merry and if you celebrate Winter Solstice like us, enjoy – the suns on it’s way back and that’s a good enough reason for me to celebrate!

Quick parenting rant if you please…

I was at a neighbors recently and their son has taken a keen interest in growing vegetables and flowers. Being a permaculture /self sustained/grow your own fanatic I am thrilled to see a 12 year old so enthusiastic about gardening.

He has a mini poly tunnel and pots and is growing chillis, peppers, tomatoes, peas and carrots as well as some flowers. I commented to his mum with a big grin on my face that it was fantastic to see him so excited. Every time I am over he shows me his progress. Her response? “Yeah, til he gets bored of it.” along with a dismissive eye roll. I looked at her, nodded and kept my mouth shut.

Because adults are any better? Our whole society is built on the next neat gadget, new holidays, new car, bigger house, better job, etc. Everything about the way the western world lives their lives is about bigger, better, disposable and whatever keeps our addled brains occupied for the moment until the next shiney thing catches our eye.

It makes me angry to see someone so dismissive of a kids interest, especially when it’s such a HEALTHY interest. He has saved and worked for weeks and months to have these things grow and is obviously excited about it and THAT’S the attitude taken? I mean, she isn’t the only one – I hear it all the time when parents dismiss their kids… and I always dislike it. It’s such a shame that instead of getting involved with a childs healthy and productive fascination the modern attitude is to dismiss it, tut over it and expect it to pass like any fad instead of get involved, use it as a bonding experience and understand that interests come and go with kids, exactly as they do with adults.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some seedlings to pass along ~_^

My inability to stfu.

Why am I here?

I am here because of my inability to keep my mouth shut anymore.

Ten years ago this month I made a commitment to Jesus. I became a born again Christian. I went to church and soaked up the welcome.

Previous to this I can wholeheartedly say I was no where near a path to Christianity. In fact I was on a path to becoming a fierce little activist. Now I can clearly see I would have been on a path to becoming a feminist and fighting for social justice.

What happened? I have no fucking idea.

I think ultimately I got discouraged from being told I was too mouthy, too opinionated, too argumentative, that I thought too much or was too contrary. I was 16, a baby and sadly saw acceptance in group think and off I went. I mourn that decision and the lack of strength and support I had.

However. Water under a fucked up bridge.

Fast forward ten years and I’ve been through a LOT of stuff. An abusive marriage. Both physical and that sickeningly insidious emotional stuff. Birth Trauma. Ill health. Rape. Divorce.  Depression. Bulimia.

Omfg that list is enough to make anyone cringe.

All of those things occurred in my life while I followed the Son of God. I accepted many of them under horseshit spiritual guises. God was trying me. God was testing me. God was only giving me as much trials and tribulations as I could handle. I accepted the rest because of fear and insecurity. I thought to myself, it isn’t THAT bad. I must have done something to deserve it. My suffering is nothing compared to x, y and z. I must submit! I must pray harder.

Bla bla fucking bla.

The things we tell ourselves in a desperate attempt not to face the truth in life.

When I was raped I didn’t call it what it was for over a year. After a year I only whispered it to 3 people. 3 years later if I hear a rape joke I am apt to tell you “Hey, that’s not fucking funny. Why? Because I was raped. Is it funny now?”

When I was abused, I fell silent. I did not speak out. I did not fight back. I didn’t think what was happening was right but I was so isolated I felt I had no other choices. When I was physically attacked I knew every god damn thing every pamphlet I had ever seen told me to do in case of physical abuse, but I didn’t. Because of fear. Because of spiritually submitting to my husband. For fear of besmirching his name. For fear of retaliation. For fear of losing my child.

When I was spiritual abused… I was already starting to snap. In fact it could have been the straw that broke the camels back. I was told as a divorcee even though God didn’t blame me for the divorce nor hold it against me (gee, thanks!), I could never remarry as I would be committing adultery. Fabulous. So single struggling mother who must not only spend a life alone after being abused but be condemned to a poverty trap and a social outcast. Gotcha. Fanks Jesus.

I began to question. Everyone had a different story. Which was true? I went to the beginning. Was the Bible the Word of God? That’s where I got stuck. After a year of research and deep deep contemplation I realized I, personally, could not accept the Bible as the infallible word of God. And if I couldn’t accept it as the Word Of God then I was bullshitting myself by calling myself a Christian anymore. I adopted the title of Agnostic. An apostate.

Suddenly I was free. Free to question. Free to ask all the questions I had been ignoring while I reveled in my cognitive dissonance. Free to reject. Free to dig deeper. Free Thought. What a gift.

I also had to face the discriminations and abuses I ignored or justified away while following Jesus. Discrimination against the LGBT community. Against those of other faiths. Against… fuck I am ashamed. There are too many. Awhile ago I reposted this and was like… soooo everyone… this is what I wish I could write as elegantly. Read This

And that brings me why I am here. I am here because I refuse to allow cognitive dissonance in my life anymore. I am here because as much as I deeply believe in self sustainability and eco-friendly and organic and family and bla bla bla I also believe in social justice, feminism, equal rights/human rights, etc. I always did. I just lost my god damn voice along the way and I am ashamed of myself for that. And so now, I refuse to STFU. I want a life ideology that is whole. Whole for my family, whole for me, whole for my community, whole for the world. I am still sorting through this but basically that wholeness means standing up against inequality, against sexism and racism and against so many -isms, against the destruction of our earth, against corporate greed, against discrimination, against people dying in a war for oil, against patriarchy, against bullshit and tyranny and abuse and lies to keep the sheeple docile and in line while we all suffer so a tiny portion can profit (and forfeit their souls). And for family and for individuals rights and for REAL education and for choice and for communities and for justice.

Why blogging? Because it’s what I can do right now. With limited options and the responsibility of raising a child, this is what I can do right now. So I am doing it.

I am opinionated. I will question. I will debate. I do think too much. I will learn. And I’m doing it all out loud and refusing to stfu anymore. The topics will be far reaching and varied. Lets hope it makes some kind of difference.

~GP