Beliefs (River)

As a child, I was loosely raised as a Southern Baptist Christian. My adopted parents sent me off to church on Sundays to get me out of their hair. They never ever went to church. I was molested by several church ushers and deacons growing up. It just put a huge distaste in my mouth for religion.

Later on, I started to realize that just because bad things happened to me, doesn’t mean that I should hate God or religion. I started to believe in more of an open religion. One that believed in a loving God and Goddess that hates it when their children are hurt and loved seeing them become amazing people. One where the God and Goddess were loving, patient, kind, compassionate parents that only want the absolute best for their children.

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