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Personal Narrative: Atheism

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When I was a child, my mother kept her runes and tarot cards in the headboard of her bed. Sometimes I would go into her room, climb onto her bed and pull them out, carefully untying the sink coverings and look at each card, wondering if they could tell me my future. I was young, and I didn’t understand their meaning. I thought pulling the death card meant you were going to die, I thought the fool meant you were going to do something stupid, and if you got the Queen then you were going to spend the rest of your life living a life of luxury and comfort. My parents were never pushy when it came to anything spiritual, in fact my father being an Atheist meant that he was extremely silent on the matter, my mother would always answer any questions I had to the best of her ability, and would try to find answers for me if she didn’t know them herself. When I was six years old she took me to a church because she thought I should have a chance to see what that was like. It was Palm Sunday, and I remember …show more content…

I was trying, carefully, to explain and when I told her I believed that I don’t believe on God, but I believe that people are all connected she called me a Pantheist. I looked it up and while I felt perhaps there was something there for me, I still felt there was something missing from that statement. A few days later, I read a note from a woman who called herself a Druid. I was intrigued, and I looked up Druidism and found that as I was reading about it everything inside me was clicking. I have been searching for a very long time for a place where I can hold my tapestry of beliefs and feel like it has a name. I don’t understand why my mind feels like it needs to put a name to it, but this has weighed on me since I was young and after many years of searching for answers I feel like I have finally found something that might allow me the freedom to be whoever I need to be without constraint or

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