I was raised to believe that if I lived like they lived and believed everything they did, played pretend as if I was as perfect as perfect could be, that someday I could become a God.
I found the concept confusing and the ideal impossible to understand. I was far from perfect, I fell short of that every single day, and the expectations of perfection always left me feeling less than and never enough.
Thou shalt have no other Gods before me. Yet, someday in the far distant eternities, if I was perfect enough, I'd be a God. With my own worlds and people's to create, destroy and judge. With an eternal Mother God by my side.
What a tremendous idea, the ultimate of all aspirations, the grandest happily ever after fairy tale come true, to be a God. Not The God, but a god, with or without a capital g, G...
Gee! How can that not psychologically fuck with a human mind? Humans were created to be humans, beautiful perfections and ugly imperfections. Humans make mistakes, and they also do phenomenal things for each other and the world.
Planting an idea in the human mind that someday in the endless eternity of forever ever after and even more after that, leaves bruises on my brain, and tormenting questions in my soul. I simply cannot accept the concept that aspiration to be a God would be something a God would want for a human he created.
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