Yeah, same. I'm not fully sold on Christianity yet... Way too many inconsistencies and way too many omissions (Yeshua/Christ's image, Book of Enoch, Book of Giants, etc). But I'm 100% invested in the existence of Christ consciousness and the existence of a creator (creation being the proof in the pudding). The unrelenting campaign against Godliness is also a telltale sign.
What clinched it for me was that I didn't go searching for my spirituality. Spirituality found me. I was researching one day when out of the blue I felt as if my consciousness began merging with something far, far, far greater than myself. A floaty, pleasant sensation. Profound and liberating.
In that same moment I became acutely aware of a presence (you know that feeling when you sense someone is standing behind you?) which I immediately recognised as something malevolent. After what felt like a brief but desperate tug-o-war I told it that it wasn't welcome it and I haven't felt it (nor fear, nor the depression and anxiety that plagued me for eleven years) since.
Yeah, same. I'm not fully sold on Christianity yet... Way too many inconsistencies and way too many omissions (Yeshua/Christ's image, Book of Enoch, Book of Giants, etc). But I'm 100% invested in the existence of Christ consciousness and the existence of a creator (creation being the proof in the pudding). The unrelenting campaign against Godliness is also a telltale sign.
What clinched it for me was that I didn't go searching for my spirituality. Spirituality found me. I was researching one day when out of the blue I felt as if my consciousness began merging with something far, far, far greater than myself. A floaty, pleasant sensation. Profound and liberating.
In that same moment I became acutely aware of a presence (you know that feeling when you sense someone is standing behind you?) which I immediately recognised as something malevolent. After what felt like a brief but desperate tug-o-war I told it that it wasn't welcome it and I haven't felt it (nor fear, nor the depression and anxiety that plagued me for eleven years) since.
Call me a fruitloop, but I'm sold.