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That’s Me in the Corner, Losing My Religion

By Maggie Marangione February 26, 2023 Mindset

When it comes to spirituality, I’m all over the map. Early childhood in Catholicism, late teenager goddess religion, Irish mysticism and earth-based spiritualty, Buddhism, meditation circles, Emersonian transcendentalism as well as attending mosques, synagogues, stupas, weird pagan festivals and sweat lodges. I found divinity in all of these settings, so, I could not comprehend how all religions feel that they have the one way. All ways lead to God.

Also, the ecstasy and devotion that people felt about their religions, I had only experienced in the woods. This led me to the very natural path of looking at decaying trees and animals, the role of fungi, discovering a mother with baby turkeys, the spring regeneration of Coltsfoot and Lady’s Slippers and the flow of birth, life, death and resurrection from a scientific and naturalistic perspective.


Are we as dead as a skunk on the side of the road? Good-bye and lights out; existence and what we know of life is over; this life is not a dress rehearsal. These ideas reminded me to be mindful because… this moment might be all that there is.

Then, in a concerted effort to drop my damn baggage because it was too damn heavy to carry anymore, I was serendipitously led to kundalini yoga through a mindful woman centered teacher, a guru. Despite my New York skepticism, bits of wisdom slowly crept in. One of our mantras was so real; I am beautiful, blissful and bountiful.

A Bit of Perspective

May the long time sun shine upon you, all love surround you; and the pure love within you, shine your way on. To hear a chorus of women singing this and raising their voices for themselves, each other and all of humanity is life changing.

And the voices of women in our gathering lifted my spirit up, and after decades of Biblical trauma, I finally started to weep because I had not cried since 1998.

I would like to say that everything was rainbows, unicorns and the partner of my dream materialized, but that did not happen – or at least not in that order. This was a human version of Eat, Pray, Love. I stopped wine, weed, over-exercising and type A behavior of doing, accomplishing, and being so busy I basically would pass out at night.


Nightmares, sweats, electric currents running up my body, out of body experiences, dreams, memories, bad memories, really bad memories and panic attacks flooded my system. I made it this far to be hospitalized NOW? I thought I would have to check myself into the fifth floor or whatever floor the psychiatric unit was on.

Thankfully, a kind psychiatrist who agreed to see me said, “Well, of course you’re having a nervous breakdown, you have stopped all of your coping mechanisms. That is why all your trauma and remembered trauma, and abuse is flooding you because you are not denying or detaching from it. You are in you body and mind, finally experiencing it.”

I could cope with this because I was a fighter and this was another thing to overcome. Yet, this was not a Hallmark movie where I suddenly was BETTER. It took years as I began to learn and perceive I am not my trauma or emotions and learn a new way of being.


Which brings me to 2023 and sitting in a Catholic church on Saturday at 5pm.

I am sitting in a pew and letting the words wash over me and as the priest says, “God is merciful.” I am thinking, Tell that to the people in Turkey. I am feeling smug and judgmental and realizing this as I try to plug into something larger because my smugness is irritating me. Then I realize…

I do NOT know any divine path or what is in store for anyone or how it plays out in their or the universe’s karmic soup. This is a horrific tragedy and God is not sending lightening bolts or golden horseshoes. Perhaps the mercy is the community that rises to help those in need, the humanitarian community that is working OT, the donors, the people praying, all of humanity that recognizes the horror.

Because there is no God.

He is not a person doling out blessing and punishments. Suddenly, I reached a beautiful joyful peace in that Catholic church. God, for me, is about divine oneness, that interconnectedness we feel when we do selfless service, like the first responders at 9/11, or when we do something as simple as wave a car in front of us when they are trying to pass lanes.

Yet, I am getting super judgey when the priest talks about this weird martyrdom of Catholicism, the turning the other cheek, loving a-holes.

Then another epiphany hits me that intersects Catholicism with Buddhism. All suffering comes from attachment. I am suffering when I look at my wrinkles, grey hair and weird sagging skin because I am attached to an idea of beauty. To turn the other cheek means I am not attached to revenge or the most important thing, my emotions, which drive my alligator brain, not my divine brain.

I am 60 this year. I recognize more frequently my alligator brain and my divine brain, and my need for divine oneness finally has the majority of my time. In these last few weeks, my attachments are thankfully loosening their grip. And to drop this is to feel so free. I feel like I can just float away. I just lost 50 psychic pounds.

Let’s Have a Conversation:

When was your faith challenged? What steps did you take when you questioned your religion or faith? Has your relationship with God, religion or divinity changed as you have aged?

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Susan Tyckoson

I was never raised in any religion. I could go with other people/children to Sunday school etc. It just wasn’t for me. Never has been. As I grew older and observed how mankind attempts to control everything and eventually destroy, I realized that religion is man-made. I watched it infiltrate my family and distance family members that should love each other but can no longer do so. I believe in God, though it is hard to maintain with all that is going on in this world. I call myself a spiritualist. I find being in a forest much more of a place of faith than a building. I am a humanist which I know flies in the face of religion. And with this I have such a feeling of rightness. If God judges us, it won’t be over hie many times we sat in a church, it will be over tge life we led, tge things we have done. The perception we have to know whether what we have done is good or harmful. To know when we have sinned for a lack of a better word, and to look with no blinders on at the full effect of our action. I am nit talking hail Mary’s and confession…it has to go deeper. Sorry I do ramble on, seniors eh?
There is an after life. I had an NDE that showed me that. I like to be prepared so I deal here and now. I have met like minded people abd we all agree it is a peaceful place we are in. Thanks for listening ❤️

Linda Kline-Lau

All I can say is that I have this HOPE!

Last edited 23 days ago by Linda Kline-Lau

I have faith in love, real love, which I have been lucky enough to experience in the second half of my life having had none in the first half. Seeing as my toxic parents went to church every Sunday and church seemed more like a place to gather and gossip afterwards than anything else, it was all just way too fake for me. I quickly lost any faith I might have had in any kind of god or religion. There are so many religions and they all think they are the real one. That just ain’t possible folks. lol. So. I do not believe in religion. I believe in karma, in the earth and the sky and the ocean and nature and the universe and the love for and from my husband. That is what I believe in. <3


Catholicism is the one true Christian religion that’s true to the biblical history.

Joanna Powell

I was raised in the Catholic church and researched and it is not the “one true church.” But that is for you to learn. But the priests teach that. I, personally, believe there was never one true church. If we are Christians, WE are the church. God’s church. But that decision is up to you.


Yes, I agree. I was raised Catholic and that Baltimore Catechism always bothered me. It was when I married an Episcopalian that it really bothered me since it was clear to me that other Christian denominations weren’t viewed as equal. Also, when you are asked to sign a pledge to raise your children Catholic, it didn’t sit right with me. Still, I pop into catholic services a5 times, since I do like a formal liturgy. But after years of being active in both the catholic and episcopal churches, I seek solace and live on the fringe.

Jo Daniels

This is what totally turns me off to religion- people proclaiming they belong to the one “true” religion. Funny how all of the religions say the same , eh? Religion had caused more deaths, destruction and harm to mankind. Just look at history- the Spanish Inquisition, ect I could go on and on. John Lennon got it right -Imagine no religion. This world would be a much better place without all these man made religions.

Lana Muir

I was raised as a Christian and at age 16 I realized that I was “praying to nothing”. I kept my anti-theist thoughts to myself from that point on. Fifty years later, I am still happily embracing the real world and not imaginary ones. Extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence. In my world view, believing in God is right up there with believing in unicorns.


Bravo to you for having the courage to say this. I feel very much the same way.

The Author

Maggie is a college professor. She teaches Writing and Literature and lives on a small farm in the Shenandoah Valley, VA. Her novel, Across the Blue Ridge Mountains, is under consideration for the Pen Faulkner award. She is not going gently into the good night of aging, but she is trying.

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