Wait...your children are on the Mormon path? Oh boy.
As a non-parent, I have no idea how it is to be a parent. It must be exceptionally hard and require making difficult compromises. However, having realized that Mormonism is not the path to reason...aren’t you terrified that your children are headed toward a dead-end, believing irrational things and perpetuating those beliefs unto the next generation? How do you handle that? I would be looking for any signs that my kids wanted out...looking for them to send me an SOS so I would be justified in swooping in and telling them it’s all baloney and they don’t need to take any of it seriously. That would probably land me in family court and alienate me from my children, who, having grown up in the community and imbibed the teachings like mother’s milk, have become integrated into the hive mind, but the temptation to cry BS must be overwhelming, no?
Thanks for sharing your perspective. After years of anger, nihilism, midlife crises, etc., I suppose I’ve reached some equanimity, not all by choice. There’s only so much of that shit an individual soul or mind can harbor, perhaps.
To expand on my original comment, my exploration into the dharma, specifically it’s teaching on anatta or “no self,” has exploded fractally for me, making so much of my spiritual or inner landscape crystallize into something deeply powerful and meaningful to me, even to the point of finding a fair degree of peace with and forgiveness for the Mormon Church and its ways.
For now I’ll just say: I have a deep inner conviction that I am not an individual. That I am not the egoic “self” that my culture and society have trained me to be, and which they continue to pressure me to be. You could say that this is just another religious or spiritual delusion, similar to my experience of Mormonism. That would be completely fair, and I’m not really inclined to rebut it.
It’s strange, but I arrive at my current spirituality by way of dharmic insight into the workings of mind, as I think I observe within my own experience and practice, and also by a fair degree of rational reasoning. We are complex social primates, unable to process or even hold a fraction of our complex sociopolitical world within our individual organism. We are more like distributed processors with memory in real, fleshy social network and community. Others are no doubt more “individual” than I am, but in all my observation, I think I only see “self” arise phenomenologically according to relationship and conditions in community.
All of which is to say, this “I” is part of a much larger arc of humanity, angst, and consciousness than that which I can call “me.” Parts of me are both from and in my parents. Parts of my parents’ identities reside in me. Parts of me live within my children, in ways they don’t even understand yet. This massive chain extends far beyond just family, but seems to manifest most observably within these intimate ties.
Even my questioning and doubting of the Church was largely transmitted to me by my parents and forbears, I believe. I know I am sowing seeds and projecting world and meaning in ways that are affecting my children, and I consciously choose not to poison them against the Church. I’ve carried around anger and poison long enough. I’ve been a vessel for others’ poison and anger. I think I am deeply familiar now with this psychology or what I’d prefer to term “phenomenology of mind.”
Wait...your children are on the Mormon path? Oh boy.
As a non-parent, I have no idea how it is to be a parent. It must be exceptionally hard and require making difficult compromises. However, having realized that Mormonism is not the path to reason...aren’t you terrified that your children are headed toward a dead-end, believing irrational things and perpetuating those beliefs unto the next generation? How do you handle that? I would be looking for any signs that my kids wanted out...looking for them to send me an SOS so I would be justified in swooping in and telling them it’s all baloney and they don’t need to take any of it seriously. That would probably land me in family court and alienate me from my children, who, having grown up in the community and imbibed the teachings like mother’s milk, have become integrated into the hive mind, but the temptation to cry BS must be overwhelming, no?
Thanks for sharing your perspective. After years of anger, nihilism, midlife crises, etc., I suppose I’ve reached some equanimity, not all by choice. There’s only so much of that shit an individual soul or mind can harbor, perhaps.
To expand on my original comment, my exploration into the dharma, specifically it’s teaching on anatta or “no self,” has exploded fractally for me, making so much of my spiritual or inner landscape crystallize into something deeply powerful and meaningful to me, even to the point of finding a fair degree of peace with and forgiveness for the Mormon Church and its ways.
For now I’ll just say: I have a deep inner conviction that I am not an individual. That I am not the egoic “self” that my culture and society have trained me to be, and which they continue to pressure me to be. You could say that this is just another religious or spiritual delusion, similar to my experience of Mormonism. That would be completely fair, and I’m not really inclined to rebut it.
It’s strange, but I arrive at my current spirituality by way of dharmic insight into the workings of mind, as I think I observe within my own experience and practice, and also by a fair degree of rational reasoning. We are complex social primates, unable to process or even hold a fraction of our complex sociopolitical world within our individual organism. We are more like distributed processors with memory in real, fleshy social network and community. Others are no doubt more “individual” than I am, but in all my observation, I think I only see “self” arise phenomenologically according to relationship and conditions in community.
All of which is to say, this “I” is part of a much larger arc of humanity, angst, and consciousness than that which I can call “me.” Parts of me are both from and in my parents. Parts of my parents’ identities reside in me. Parts of me live within my children, in ways they don’t even understand yet. This massive chain extends far beyond just family, but seems to manifest most observably within these intimate ties.
Even my questioning and doubting of the Church was largely transmitted to me by my parents and forbears, I believe. I know I am sowing seeds and projecting world and meaning in ways that are affecting my children, and I consciously choose not to poison them against the Church. I’ve carried around anger and poison long enough. I’ve been a vessel for others’ poison and anger. I think I am deeply familiar now with this psychology or what I’d prefer to term “phenomenology of mind.”