spiritualism
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Each year, Easter meets me in a different place. This year, I needed to write through the noise—to return to what’s real, to what still rises. This is that reflection.
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As Good Friday arrives, I find myself grieving not just the crucifixion of Jesus, but the crucifixion of everything He stood for. In a world where religion is being twisted into a weapon, and hate is preached in the name of love, I wrote this letter to God. It is a cry for truth, for…
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Rise against hate and never edit of back away from it, fight. Yesterday, I was called a devil worshipper because I posted that I have no tolerance for hate, fascism, racism, sexism, or homophobia. I was accused of blasphemy for saying that my church is internal and that I maintain an ongoing personal conversation with…
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Let’s have an honest, heart-to-heart conversation about a man who, for many, represents everything that is concerning about leadership today. I’ve always believed in respecting the office and the voice of the people—that is why it pains me deeply when a president, entrusted with the hopes and dreams of a nation, appears to embody the…
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Lately, I’ve caught myself thinking about the state of the world — all the noise, all the hate, all the division. It feels like everywhere you turn, people are shouting over each other, villainizing anyone who’s different from them. It’s exhausting. And honestly, it makes me wonder… when does it end? When do we finally…
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I believe there is a sacred rhythm in every heartbeat—a divine presence woven into the fabric of our daily lives that calls us to look deeper, to feel more fully, and to love without reservation. I believe that this higher power is not confined to dogmatic creeds or the structure of organized religion, but lives…
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Alexander Leon once said, “Queer people don’t grow up as ourselves; we grow up playing a version of ourselves that sacrifices authenticity to minimize humiliation and prejudice.” Those words have always resonated with me, capturing the challenges I faced growing up queer. Early on, I learned to conceal parts of my true self—my interests, my…
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“So this is hell. I’d never have believed it. You remember all we were told about the torture chambers, the fire and brimstone, the ‘burning marl.’ Old wives’ tales! There’s no need for red-hot pokers. Hell is—other people!” No Exit, Jean-Paul Sartre Sartre’s famous line really makes you think. It challenges the old-school images of…
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My father was a loving and accepting man. I watched him grow and evolve over the years—his beliefs shifting as he learned, as he listened, as life opened his eyes in new ways. He never clung to an idea simply because it was familiar. Instead, he allowed himself to question, to reconsider, to change. When…
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