Dawn Loves Buttercups

I went through a religious phase during my teens and decided to be baptised and then confirmed in The Church of England when I was 18.  I was already a regular churchgoer and Sunday School Teacher as well as a member of the youth club attached to our church St Peter’s.

My first boyfriend (who later became my husband) met there and I became pregnant before we got married.  Married in the December at 4 months pregnant, my new husband’s job took him away from the area.  When my son was born, we came back to our town to visit both sets of grandparents and wanted to get him baptised at the same church.  The vicar refused saying we had defiled God’s laws and he wanted nothing to do with us!

My son may have been conceived “out of wedlock” according to the bigots in the church in the very early 1970s, but he certainly wasn’t born a “bastard”.  Now I use these words quite harshly as it doesn’t begin to describe the venom we received from that vicar at the time

I stopped going to church instantly, not because I stopped believing in a higher force that we belong to but the pettiness and hypocrisy of the man made Christianity appalled me.

Over the years I have come to realise that God is within each and everyone of us and our relationship with the Divine is a very personal one. 

I embarked on a journey of self discovery and embrace all religions and none, to include the ancient philosophers.  I believe we come to this earth many times in human form but ate spiritual beings who one day having cleared our karmic account will eventually go home to from whence we came, our Sour, our light, that which we call god.  My I AM experience works far better than any organised religion, after all, we may be right, maybe not.  All I know is that I love God for the wonderful gifts and abundance I am blessed with.  Namaste