Hopeful Child
Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2015 11:33 am
Hi,
I'm Hopeful Child. I'm trying to find a place to learn more and I enjoy learning by hearing peoples stories and opinions and the way they do things.
I'm 40 years, Male, I live in the Commonwealth of Kentucky in these United States of America. I'm not much of a nationalist though. "Nation" and "Country" are contrived concepts to me that are based in manipulation so I don't give much room for them inside my head. Too many other cool things to use that space for.
I'm a Husband, a Father, a Friend, a Brother, a Lover, a Thinker, a Scientist, and a Maker. I make...lots of stuff. Art, Stories, Wands, Toys, Music, Tools, and Messes. I make a lot of Messes.
I'm a life learner. I am constantly learning as much as I can.
So I'll share my story of how I found my way to my path.
Even when I was little I knew there was more to the world than what I could see. I asked questions, and I was directed to the bible. I read the bible, the bible was obviously broken. I told my mom that, and she brought our cousin the preacher to talk to me. I talked with him, he got angry. My mom started taking me to the library to shut me up. I found science. Science was less broken, but incomplete, but at least science was growing, and accepted NEW things. So I went with Science.
As adults, when my brother was dying, he asked me what he could do, to help me deal with what was happening. We had talked about this stuff before, in the middle of the night, on the river bank, fishing. We had talked about what we wanted from our lives, and at the end of our lives. So he knew that I wanted someone to send me confirmation, after death, if they could. An unmistakable confirmation. We both laughed about it. Because it's funny. I mean it's so ridiculous, and over the top that of course that is what I wanted. He told me he would do his best, but he wasn't making any promises. Within the week, he died.
2 weeks later a psychic told my Wife that a male spirit named Crystal had an important message for her. Both of them thought it was strange,because the mans name was Crystal, and the only Crystal my Wife knows is a woman, who is very much alive. My brother, just like my father and his father before him, had the middle name of Crystal. Our great grandfathers first name was Crystal. Yeah it's uncommon. And the magnitude of improbability is so staggering that I was forced to acknowledge that an unmistakable message had been delivered to me from the afterlife. From another form of existence.
Which is good because my model of the universe allows for more than just this shell that we exist in right now.
So having spent my entire life passively studying religions..all of the religions, I decided that the only faith that I can hold in my hands, is the one I make myself. So I went back to the source. I had already studied paleo religion and funeral rights and how science emerged from religion, all of the abrahamic religions, eastern religions and philosophy, western philosophy and everything in between including native religions and paganism. So I decided that paleo Shamanism and Ancestor worship are the keys to my feeling complete. And I do. I know that my ancestors are somewhere, existing still. I'm sure many of them have moved on again to even newer existences that I can scarcely imagine, and that makes me happy. That gives me hope and focus.
So that's me.
Thanks for letting me drop my boots here for however long I can.
Sincerely,
Hopeful Child
I'm Hopeful Child. I'm trying to find a place to learn more and I enjoy learning by hearing peoples stories and opinions and the way they do things.
I'm 40 years, Male, I live in the Commonwealth of Kentucky in these United States of America. I'm not much of a nationalist though. "Nation" and "Country" are contrived concepts to me that are based in manipulation so I don't give much room for them inside my head. Too many other cool things to use that space for.
I'm a Husband, a Father, a Friend, a Brother, a Lover, a Thinker, a Scientist, and a Maker. I make...lots of stuff. Art, Stories, Wands, Toys, Music, Tools, and Messes. I make a lot of Messes.
I'm a life learner. I am constantly learning as much as I can.
So I'll share my story of how I found my way to my path.
Even when I was little I knew there was more to the world than what I could see. I asked questions, and I was directed to the bible. I read the bible, the bible was obviously broken. I told my mom that, and she brought our cousin the preacher to talk to me. I talked with him, he got angry. My mom started taking me to the library to shut me up. I found science. Science was less broken, but incomplete, but at least science was growing, and accepted NEW things. So I went with Science.
As adults, when my brother was dying, he asked me what he could do, to help me deal with what was happening. We had talked about this stuff before, in the middle of the night, on the river bank, fishing. We had talked about what we wanted from our lives, and at the end of our lives. So he knew that I wanted someone to send me confirmation, after death, if they could. An unmistakable confirmation. We both laughed about it. Because it's funny. I mean it's so ridiculous, and over the top that of course that is what I wanted. He told me he would do his best, but he wasn't making any promises. Within the week, he died.
2 weeks later a psychic told my Wife that a male spirit named Crystal had an important message for her. Both of them thought it was strange,because the mans name was Crystal, and the only Crystal my Wife knows is a woman, who is very much alive. My brother, just like my father and his father before him, had the middle name of Crystal. Our great grandfathers first name was Crystal. Yeah it's uncommon. And the magnitude of improbability is so staggering that I was forced to acknowledge that an unmistakable message had been delivered to me from the afterlife. From another form of existence.
Which is good because my model of the universe allows for more than just this shell that we exist in right now.
So having spent my entire life passively studying religions..all of the religions, I decided that the only faith that I can hold in my hands, is the one I make myself. So I went back to the source. I had already studied paleo religion and funeral rights and how science emerged from religion, all of the abrahamic religions, eastern religions and philosophy, western philosophy and everything in between including native religions and paganism. So I decided that paleo Shamanism and Ancestor worship are the keys to my feeling complete. And I do. I know that my ancestors are somewhere, existing still. I'm sure many of them have moved on again to even newer existences that I can scarcely imagine, and that makes me happy. That gives me hope and focus.
So that's me.
Thanks for letting me drop my boots here for however long I can.
Sincerely,
Hopeful Child