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Nabooru
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For about ten years I was involved in Hinduism, and a smattering of Buddhism and New Age. It took a nightmare followed by a panic attack to send me back to God. It’s a long story and I won’t tell it all here.
I’ve enjoyed being a Christian (again… I was raised in the LCMS but later thought I was too good for Christianity and actively disparaged it). But recently I’ve been tempted to return to Hinduism. I think of all the color and brightness of it, how pretty its patterns and idols are to look at, the nag champa incense, the the beautiful gods and goddesses (detached though they are), the music, the aesthetics of it all. I remember how exotic and mysterious my bedroom and office space used to look when it was covered with images of multi-armed deities, how perfumed they were with constantly-burning incense, and how I would sit in front of a murti and chant words I couldn’t understand, not even knowing what they literally meant. I had Indian architectural pieces and art all throughout my living space.
I hardly ever felt good as a Hindu, since I was upset with the concept of countless reincarnations to please a distant god, eventually ending in a dissolution of self into a formless…spirit godhead thing. The slightest error on my part could render all the work I’d done so far to end my samsara cycle worthless - I’d have to come back again to correct it and pay the price. I didn’t feel close to God and I was not a better person, or even that good of a person. So I really don’t know why I miss it, except for the prettiness and outward showiness of it, and the feeling of being “different” and “enlightened” as a white Hindu convert. But at times this temptation is very strong. I did spend a very long time as a Hindu, and I’ve only been a returned Christian for a year and a half or so.
Please help me fight this off!
I’ve enjoyed being a Christian (again… I was raised in the LCMS but later thought I was too good for Christianity and actively disparaged it). But recently I’ve been tempted to return to Hinduism. I think of all the color and brightness of it, how pretty its patterns and idols are to look at, the nag champa incense, the the beautiful gods and goddesses (detached though they are), the music, the aesthetics of it all. I remember how exotic and mysterious my bedroom and office space used to look when it was covered with images of multi-armed deities, how perfumed they were with constantly-burning incense, and how I would sit in front of a murti and chant words I couldn’t understand, not even knowing what they literally meant. I had Indian architectural pieces and art all throughout my living space.
I hardly ever felt good as a Hindu, since I was upset with the concept of countless reincarnations to please a distant god, eventually ending in a dissolution of self into a formless…spirit godhead thing. The slightest error on my part could render all the work I’d done so far to end my samsara cycle worthless - I’d have to come back again to correct it and pay the price. I didn’t feel close to God and I was not a better person, or even that good of a person. So I really don’t know why I miss it, except for the prettiness and outward showiness of it, and the feeling of being “different” and “enlightened” as a white Hindu convert. But at times this temptation is very strong. I did spend a very long time as a Hindu, and I’ve only been a returned Christian for a year and a half or so.
Please help me fight this off!