Greetings!

I see that your curiosity has gotten the better of you!

Well,, since you've obviously chosen to see just how it is that I feel about life, death and my general views, you may has well go grab a cup of coffee, a coke, or whatever, and just sit back while I tell my story, I'll still be here when you get back.

To begin with, I do not claim to be any part of any cult, faith or religion, I am merely an individual that just couldn't accept the teachings of others, or accept what others believed on blind faith because that was what they were taught to believe and had accepted it as fact. My beliefs are my own! I also want you to know from the start that I am not an athiest, I do believe in God. It may not be the same God that you believe in, but I do believe that there is a superior being, and He is the reason that we are here. I also believe that He created us and that He guides us and watches over us.

I suppose I should begin by telling you a little about myself. I was born and raised in the deep south, in a family of staunch Southern Baptists. As a young child, I was in church with my family every time that the doors were open. Even sometimes when they weren't open to the public, since my mother, being the treasurer, had her own key. I went through all of the normal Southern Baptist rituals, such as they are, striving to get the pin every year for perfect Sunday School attendance, being in the choir, attending Vacation Bible School every summer, and being baptised in the local swimming hole. (No, I'm not that old, we just live in a very rural community, and that was all we had at the time)

I remember even at a very young age, questioning my teachers about some of th e discrepencies that I had noticed in what they were teaching us. I don't remember ever getting a satisfactory answer to these questions, at least not one that satisfied me. Of course at this time I was still quite young, and when I say young, I mean around between the ages of 6 and 12, and being what was called a very imquisitive and somewhat obnoxious child, my questions were often just overlooked. I never knew if the teachers didn't actually know the answers. or they just chose to ignore me.

As I got older, I suppose my questions came more often, and were. I guess, more to the point. A lot of the teachers dreaded my being advanced to their classes for this reason. I assume the opinion of me then was that I was very argumentative, and opinionated, (although I'm still very opinionated, I don't argue about it amynore). I even once heard rumors were going around the community that I was a "devil-child", since I was always questioning what I was being taught.

What these people didn't understand, was that I wasn't trying to dispute what they were trying to teach me, or trying to find any fault with what they were saying, I have just always been the type of person, to try and learn everything I can about anything that I am truly interested in. They couldn't see this, I suppose mainly because I started asking all these questions at such a young age, and most young children just accept what an older person tells them. Well, sorry, I just wasn't that type of child. I was willing to learn, I just wanted to know the "why's and whatfor's" of what I was being taught.

As I got older, I realized, or at least believed that my teachers didn't know the answers to my questions, or for some reason, they felt I wasn't old enough to know. This brought on a feeling of resentment towards them. I still loved my teachers as people, as my friends and neighbors, but I just couldn't respect them as teachers. I felt like the bible that they were teaching from was missing a lot of chapters or something.