Thoughts Illusions and Patterns of A Bohemian Gypsy

 What was I to believe?  What was true anymore? The only thing I understood upon realizing the insanity of the cult I was raised in, was that I was lied to. I didn't know what was right anymore. The only truth there was for me was the truth of my experience.  And now with my new found freedom I would experience everything I was told was wrong and sinful. And at that, religion no longer had meaning.  I was lost, even when I thought I was found. I was told Jesus was my savior but as far as i could tell, He was my prison.  I must brake free. I must see the truth.  Little did I know I had been immersed in a truth that was just bastardize by a long history of influential men, dead set on controlling the masses. Breaking free from the chains of this dogma, I was out to find my own truth. Find what was real, what was right.  Fast forward through the years of hell, beyond the horizon of darkness when I started to see a glimmer of light. I had only amassed questions upon questions. Why do a

  I don’t even know where to begin with this one. Growing up how I did was quite extreme. And for a while after I got out I still held on to the idea that Christianity and church was the ideal. But I slowly started to realize that all the religions were saying the same thing and had the same overarching stories. So what was I to make of this. Was there really one righteous religion above the rest? Were all the religions true? Were they all just made up stories?  I went from believing Jesus was the son of God, to believing that we are all Gods in our own right. I was more agnostic. I began accumulating knowledge and realizations that started bringing me back to Christianity. And maybe its more accurate to say, bringing me back to Christ just from a whole new and different perspective.  Where I once learned to hate religion and believed it all to be a made up story just to control people. I began realizing that all my thoughts about religion over the years were true. Even the thoughts