Pulling the Thread
I didn’t go looking for a reason to leave Christianity. I went looking for understanding. What I found wasn’t scandal, it was editing.
The Bible, as we have it, isn’t a single moment of divine
clarity frozen in time. It’s a layered document shaped by translators,
councils, empires, and men with something to protect. Once you see that, the
question shifts from “Is it true?” to “True for whom?”
Mary Magdalene was never the problem, authority was.
When I began reading the texts that didn’t make it into the
final cut, the ones buried, dismissed, or labeled dangerous, Mary Magdalene
changed shape. She wasn’t broken. She wasn’t forgiven. She wasn’t silent. She
was trusted.
In the Gospel of Mary, she speaks from direct knowing, not
borrowed authority. She understands the teaching not because she was obedient,
but because she was awake. And that kind of wisdom, especially in a woman, doesn’t
fit well inside rigid hierarchies. So, she was rewritten. Not erased completely,
just softened, sexualized, made small enough to be harmless.
A Faith That Once Pointed Inward
The earliest layers of Christian teaching feel less like a
rulebook and more like an invitation. Jesus sounds less like a judge and more
like a guide. The message isn’t “believe this or else” but “look and see.” The
kingdom isn’t coming. It’s here.
That language feels familiar to anyone who has brushed up
against Eastern traditions, especially Buddhism. Suffering isn’t punished; it’s
misunderstood. Liberation doesn’t arrive through obedience, but through
awareness. Which might explain why those teachings didn’t last.
When Spirituality Met Empire
As Christianity moved closer to political power, it moved
farther from the inner life. Mysticism became suspicious. Direct experience
became dangerous. Obedience became holy. A religion that once loosened fear was
refashioned to manage it. The focus shifted from transformation to transaction:
sin, debt, payment, punishment. A system that works exceptionally well if
you’re trying to govern large populations and keep them compliant. Especially
if they’re poor. Especially if they’re tired. Especially if they’ve been taught
not to trust themselves.
Control Doesn’t Need Malice—Just Structure
I don’t believe this was a single villain’s plan. Systems
don’t require cruelty to become controlling; they just require repetition and
reward. When spiritual authority lives outside the self, it can be owned. When
fear becomes sacred, it can be sold. When salvation is postponed, people will
tolerate almost anything.
The Bible, as an institutionally approved object, has long
been useful to wealth and power, not because faith is inherently corrupt, but
because fear is incredibly efficient.
Why I Keep Looking Anyway
I’m not interested in trading one certainty for another. I’m
interested in remembering what was possible before fear took over the
conversation. Before awakening was called heresy. Before women were footnotes. Before
spirituality was something you needed permission to access.
If parts of Christianity feel more like control than
compassion, you’re not failing the faith. You may be sensing the seams. There
were other versions of this story. They didn’t vanish because they lacked
truth. They vanished because they gave the ability to be whole, back to the
people. They do not need a savior. They save themselves. They do not need
repentance. They are already everything they were born to be. They do not need
a god. They are fully capable of governing themselves. If they didn’t believe
they were inherently evil and needing God, they would not project evil everywhere
they look. If they saw with love, what they look at would become love.
History shows us we have been indoctrinated into a system of
suppression and oppression, where spiritualty is lost and religion is used to
manage. If you believe without question, you become a tool for the wealthy and
elite to stay in charge and have so much money their families will never be
able to spend in an eternity.

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