I was told by someone (whose opinion I respect highly) that my first post regarding my experience with religion was merely a "telegraphing" on the subject - that I essentially failed to provide anything substantive in terms of what really happened.
I agree.
I have no defense. Just a weak explanation for my cowardice.
Unfortunately, the events of the past have not been properly sorted or compartmentalized in a way that separates the experience from the destruction caused.
You see, it isn't in the past. It's part of my emotional and spiritual atmosphere.
Its omnipresence lingers with a "yellow smell."
So this is the best I can do right now.
Because I'm not healed enough or brave enough.
So my writing about it will be like lifting a layer of film.
Tipping it toward the light.
Which, admittedly, might be artificial. Or tainted. Or dull.
Then examining it through whatever fractured understanding I might have culled over the years.
It's a telegraphing, sure.
But it's a damn start.
It is a great start! You are a brave lady for sharing even a small bit of something so personal!
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