I am having a spiritual identity crisis.
All I believed or thought I “knew” is sloughing away. The immensity of what is being revealed makes me drop to my knees. Yet it is so simple.
Love.
Love from God to us. Love from us to God. Love from Us to Us, to raise each other up, every single one of Us, to finally reach back to God.
I say “God,” but the concept doesn’t come shrouded under the pretense of any formal religion, not Christian, not Hindu, not Muslim, not Pagan. Not Witch. There are no labels.
There is only Love.
From the One Source of All That Is.
What a twisted path to get here! Raised Catholic. Rejected Catholicism. Embraced Atheism. Discovered Wicca, and felt like I was coming home. Romped down the path of Pagan spirituality, formulating my own special blend. Then angel mediations, in which I was told [and felt] what a ‘much loved Child of God’ I am, and I believed, instantly. Workshops. Books — Doreen Virtue, Wayne Dyer, Louise Hay, Gary Zukav, now A Course in Miracles. Super corny, but Oprah’s Super Soul Sunday. Meditations, prayers, chakra balancing, healing circles. And I have marched myself right back to God.
Or maybe I have allowed myself to slip into my own heart.
My reawakening is happening. I feel newly born. A newborn. I know that there is Love. I know my purpose now is to be loving, compassionate, gentle, peaceful, and reverent to all life. How? How do I do that everyday, all day, my whole life? Especially with little children of my own? I have no idea. I will learn as I start crawling in Love. Then toddling. Walking. Growing. Spreading. Sharing. In Love.
So I probably shouldn’t be calling it a crisis. It’s not a crisis in the least, but a moment of sheer beauty and truth. Truth beauty.
Actually, the pettiest part of it all is me fretting about what to do with my blog! I am mildly shocked by how quickly I am shedding my Witch skin, as it defined me for a decade. I have great fondness for all things Witchy still, but I don’t BELIEVE much about them as a faith system anymore. Although I think the purpose of my blog was to live as authentically Me. Never would I have guessed that I would be led to the end.
