These days there are literally thousands of religions to choose from and somehow most people are of the mindset that you have to pick just one. I have seen it many times, a person who begins with much enthusiasm to study Buddhism (for example). They get the Bhagavad Gita and study the Chakras. They meditate and buy all the appropriate books and props. The singing bowl, the yoga mat and bag, with shoulder strap, made from 100% recycled materials. They go to seminars and events, some even go all the way to India to chill at an Ashram and maybe hook up with a Guru. These people jump through every hoop in front of them seeking the divine from a Guru who ultimately tells them that the divine is within. So they hang it all up and decide to go Native. Now they buy all the Native American spirituality books they can find. They attend pow wows and spend hours sweating in sweat lodges; they might drop some peyote or ayahuasca to seek guidance and travel to sacred places toting their shiny new drums and rattles. They might join groups that promise enlightenment through involvement in their “church.” Ultimately, again, they are told that the divine is within them already and also within all living things. So they move on to the next thing and the next and the next only to keep hearing the same thing, “You didn’t need the feather to fly, you had it in you the whole time, Dumbo.”
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