The first book I Iearned as a little child was a prayer book. Every night, I would make three prayers, of those three prayers, I had a number of times I would make each one. first, I read it from the book. Soon after, I would just lay down, clasp my hands and start my night ritual. It’s funny how my first memories are filled with religion and witchcraft in the same measure.
I can smell the camphor being burned as if I am there and I still remember learning all the “forbidden” prayers by being like a mouse behind doors and walls, hearing all the names that were worked in an impure mouth. Looking back, there was an abundance of energy, of all colours, always surrounding me.
One day, I didn’t pray as in the book, or how I remembered it. One day, I spoke to God and my belief in those made prayers weakened.
The peace my father couldn’t find in God, is the peace I am ever bound to seek, in the depths of my being, deeper knowing, deeper cleansing.
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