01 May My Spiritual Background
I’m Quinn and I grew up in the south. Southeast Texas, to be exact, in a small town called Orange right on the border of Louisiana.
Sometimes people ask why I don’t have an accent (even though sometimes I kinda do). For some reason I decided to ditch it during business school. Something about neutralizing myself seemed safer than standing out.
I was raised in the Bible Belt but my family didn’t go to church, which made me prime time savin’ material. To put it into the parlance of the times, people thought I needed to “let Jesus into my heart.”
As a 13 or 14 year old and of my own volition, I did actually join a church. I met some nice people and had some really joyful, emotional experiences, but ultimately the church thing just wasn’t for me. I dropped out within a couple years.
I find religion to be awfully dogmatic. There’s a right way and a wrong way to believe, and there are people who are keen on telling you all about it. Not all religious people, and not all religions, but this is my background with spirituality, it’s my story. It’s just my experience.
It took me a long time to make my way back to a connection to my spiritual side, and I was incredibly shocked and a bit appalled when I did start contemplating the god thing again. Or universe thing, or energy thing, or vibes thing, or prayers thing, whatever you want to associate with spirituality.
It came back more in the form of philosophical pondering than any sort of reverence. A good, hard think.I do pray now, and I don’t have any beef with Jesus (I did for a while). He’s just not my only connection into what I feel and sense to be holy in my own experience.
Sometimes people ask why I don’t have an accent (even though sometimes I kinda do). For some reason I decided to ditch it during business school. Something about neutralizing myself seemed safer than standing out.
I was raised in the Bible Belt but my family didn’t go to church, which made me prime time savin’ material. To put it into the parlance of the times, people thought I needed to “let Jesus into my heart.”
As a 13 or 14 year old and of my own volition, I did actually join a church. I met some nice people and had some really joyful, emotional experiences, but ultimately the church thing just wasn’t for me. I dropped out within a couple years.
I find religion to be awfully dogmatic. There’s a right way and a wrong way to believe, and there are people who are keen on telling you all about it. Not all religious people, and not all religions, but this is my background with spirituality, it’s my story. It’s just my experience.
It took me a long time to make my way back to a connection to my spiritual side, and I was incredibly shocked and a bit appalled when I did start contemplating the god thing again. Or universe thing, or energy thing, or vibes thing, or prayers thing, whatever you want to associate with spirituality.
It came back more in the form of philosophical pondering than any sort of reverence. A good, hard think.I do pray now, and I don’t have any beef with Jesus (I did for a while). He’s just not my only connection into what I feel and sense to be holy in my own experience.
If you must know, I mostly just feel a tingly sort of light sensation and I’m like “Yo waddup, divine presence? Oh by the way thanks for everything and also this is hard, I could use a hand.”
For 
the record: there’s no way I’m suggesting to anyone what they ought to think, say, or do in this realm. It’s personal, and maybe it’s not the type of experience everyone wants, needs, or cares about at all in this life. That’s cool, too.
I really, truly don’t believe there’s a right way and a wrong way here. There’s my way for me and your way for you.
So anyway, bet you didn’t think you were going to get that story. There’s more to it, but that’s enough for now.