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Religious differences
I grew up as the only child of a German/English mother who was a devout Methodist, and of an Italian father who was a once-devout Catholic. Dad even told me that as a young boy he had considered becoming a priest! That was quite a surprise, especially as I realized that if he had followed through, I would not be writing this.
But Dad slowly drifted away from his religious roots and eventually made only special guest appearances at his local church, usually when he was in deep doo-doo over some work or health issue. So Mom took over the reins of my religious upbringing, and raised me as a good little Methodist.
I progressed through the stages of Methodist development as a Sunday school student, youth group member, and eventually as a Sunday school teacher. Meanwhile, my father was going through his own transition. He found meditation to help him cope with stress, read some Edgar Cayce books, and was soon pursuing his own spiritual path. That’s when he found Metaphysics, and that’s when things got interesting.
Dad found a group of fellow Metaphysicians and was attending weekly meetings held at a member's home, his new version of church. Before I knew it, he was excitedly telling me about his group’s séances in which they contacted and spiritually conversed with Ramtha, a Lemurian warrior who fought the Atlanteans over 35,000 years ago. To use some semi-religious terminology, Holy Crap!
Soon I was hearing about psychics, aura readers, and spiritual healers that were visiting his group. Throughout this time, my mother was having a real problem with all of this, and made derogatory references to Dad’s “groupies.” In her mind, this was akin to devil worship. And she was especially worried about me and my fascination with Dad’s stories. There was now a spiritual battle brewing in our house over my soul!
Religious differences
I grew up as the only child of a German/English mother who was a devout Methodist, and of an Italian father who was a once-devout Catholic. Dad even told me that as a young boy he had considered becoming a priest! That was quite a surprise, especially as I realized that if he had followed through, I would not be writing this.
But Dad slowly drifted away from his religious roots and eventually made only special guest appearances at his local church, usually when he was in deep doo-doo over some work or health issue. So Mom took over the reins of my religious upbringing, and raised me as a good little Methodist.
I progressed through the stages of Methodist development as a Sunday school student, youth group member, and eventually as a Sunday school teacher. Meanwhile, my father was going through his own transition. He found meditation to help him cope with stress, read some Edgar Cayce books, and was soon pursuing his own spiritual path. That’s when he found Metaphysics, and that’s when things got interesting.
Dad found a group of fellow Metaphysicians and was attending weekly meetings held at members’ homes, his new version of church. Before I knew it, he was excitedly telling me about his group’s séances in which they contacted and spiritually conversed with Ramtha, a Lemurian warrior who fought the Atlanteans over 35,000 years ago. To use some semi-religious terminology, Holy Crap!
Soon I was hearing about psychics, aura readers, and spiritual healers that were visiting his group. Throughout this time, my mother was having a real problem with all of this, and made derogatory references to Dad’s “groupies.” In her mind, this was akin to devil worship. And she was especially worried about me and my fascination with Dad’s stories. There was now a spiritual battle brewing in our house over my soul!