Four years ago if you would have asked me my spiritual preference I would have answered a flat-out atheist. I didn’t start out that way: my Christian mother made sure that I was in church weekly while my atheist father made sure that I wasn’t baptized until I was old enough to choose my spirituality. I truly believed that God could read my thoughts and that kept me in line until I became a rebellious teenager and decided that the only one in charge of my destiny was me. I dabbled in tarot cards, runes and ouija boards as a party trick to delight my friends and to make my mother as uncomfortable as possible. When I got my history degree I could only see the problems with the institution of religion, not all the good that they had done over the centuries.
It wasn’t until I had my first child that I started to believe. I had an intense awakening that I couldn’t understand. All I knew was that there was something there, something big, and that I better start looking into it before I went crazy. I looked into every religion that I could find and always found pieces and explanations that I liked, but nothing that was an exact fit. It was at the same time that I started reading science magazines, websites and old text books and suddenly things began to click for me. I could see that there were people measuring things in the physical world that proved ideas from the spiritual world. The more I learned, the more I wanted to share the information with others. Thus, Science of the Soul.
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This is a very exciting concept
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