Religious abuse is any use of Religion in conjuction with physical, mental or sexual abuse. This includes, but is not limited to, clergy abuse.
Surviving such an ordeal is no mean feat. Depending upon the severity of the abuse, all sorts of “side effects” ensue.
This is literally a shattering event. So having survived this myself, how did I pick up the pieces and regain my spirituality?
Well, not through what is conventionally known as “faith.” Rather I had to take the road of knowledge. This was the only way for me. Its a long, rough process, and I’m far from having reached any kind of end.
But there is also a cleansing in this path. Rather than hope and believe, we can verify, applying the scientific method so that we don’t need faith or belief, we have knowledge.
We are all placed here for a Holy Purpose. However life being the sometimes brutal place it can be, its easy to lose this Purpose and in doing so we often start to lose the will to live.
I found myself so consumed by anger and hate I could barely function. I had to come to the realization that I wasn’t incarnated to live my life for hate. I had a far greater purpose, even if it was just to sit at my keyboard and play piano samples all day. That’s better than being eaten alive with hate.
To overcome the toxicity that one absorbs in surviving this kind of ordeal one has to do all one can to find that greate purpose, that creative calling.