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Good omen?

So, today as I was on my evening “constitutional” (as Marc likes to call them), I stopped to rest for a moment and fix something on my ipod, and when I looked up again to continue walking, a kingfisher was sitting there in the middle of the road, about 10 feet away, staring at me. We kind of stared at eachother for a few moments, but when I reached to take out my camera, he flew away. I got a far distant shot of him, as he later landed on a rock in the river, but it’s more for proof than anything resembling a good photo.

Anyway, if I remember correctly, kingfishers are good omens. So, hopefully that’s correct. ūüėČ

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That’s something I should write about at some point – I am a far more superstitious person than I let on, and tend to read into things a lot (not necessarily acting on them, but I do pause to think about the possible meanings behind things quite often). ¬†It’s yet another thing I tend to be very quiet and secretive about, and since part of the purpose of this blog is to get me actually talking about my more personal, spiritual side, I feel like it should be addressed at some point.

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Hiding in the wings…

When I was young, I was what most people would regard as extremely superstitious (and in fact, I’m still relatively so). ¬†I thought the back corner of our yard was evil, and would not go past our elm tree (about 20 feet from said corner) past dusk or so, unless there were other people around with me. ¬†I thought that if I behaved a certain way, wanted it bad enough, and “proved that I could make it”, that whatever omniscient being I felt was in charge of the universe would grant my wish and send me back in time. ¬†I believed these things pretty much until the end of high school.

What’s interesting about this is that I was raised with no religion at all. ¬†My maternal grandfather was a Methodist minister who was kicked out of the church for preaching that the bible, while a good example of how to be a good person, was not explicitly true. ¬†I think this was a great thing to say, but, well, the church did not, and he got the boot. ¬†When I was a kid, my mother had a very negative view of organized religion, and I strongly suspect this is at least part of why. ¬†My father was raised in a Presbyterian church by relatively devout parents (my grandfather literally kidnapped me once as a kid, to try and have me baptized before my parents could find him) and while he had some fond memories, he didn’t really believe in raising a kid with a religion either.

Now, their goal was partially to let me choose my own path, and partially to attempt to steer me away from organized religion, keep me from believing in a greater universal force, etc. ¬†Ironically, by leaving me to my own devices, I ended up creating my own little personal religion (which, while not Christianity, did involve a higher being, etc), in response to the vacuum that was my spiritual life. ¬†It was 100% personal, too. ¬†I never told a soul. ¬†I don’t think it was intentional, but as a kid, I got the impression that having a religion was a negative thing, and even seen as vaguely shameful in my family. ¬†As a kid who was very aware of how I was¬†perceived, I did not want to let my parents know that I was indeed a spiritual person.

I remember when, around age 14 or so, my best friend (who was raised Irish Catholic) asked me what I thought happened after we died. ¬†I said, without hesitation, “They put you in the ground and you rot.”. ¬†She was taken aback by this frankness and apparent atheism, and I remember feeling a great degree of internal conflict over wanting to tell her what I felt happened to the rest¬†of a person once they died. ¬†Even today, I am very hesitant to discuss religion, especially my early days of it. ¬†I wish I could be more open about it, and I’m hoping that this blog will help with that.