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As a simple man, my realization, about how things work in our human world and how unique we are in this universe. This is about my discovery, while in-search for GOD. An unusual point of view but if you actually think about it, it could be true.
I was born in Budapest, the Eastern European capital city of Hungary. At that time, Hungary was still under a communist regime. Religion was totally forbidden by communist values. However, if someone believed in religion, it came with humiliation and segregation from society. It was a heavy price to pay for one's faith. My parents were religious underground; they were Roman Catholics and had absolutely no interest in believing in a bunch of 'crazy guys' who ideology of making an equal communist society was enforced on the citizens, hence Lenin, Marx and Engels. At school we had to abide by a special doctrine that tied us in with the requirements and matrix of communism. At the age of 8 surrounded by armed police and government officials we were told that we would be shot by a firing squad if we did not follow the doctrine of communism. Not conforming to communist law was concerned as treason, the worst criminal act, even worse than killing.
I distinctly remember certain kids in my school that went to church regardless. Their parents must have been the so called church-goers and these kids were treated as outcasts at school. They were laughed at and bullied most of the time. I remember one kid in particular who I felt really close to; he was my friend; a gypsy-kid from the country side who was very religious. He and his family were homeless for months before the government organized a place for them to stay in the city and that is how he ended up at my school. He was a really nice kid, full of kindness and respect to others. Once word got out that he and his family were practicing religion and going to church every Sunday the principal of the school went to visit his parents and tried to change their minds about religion or at least to get them to keep quiet about going to church. The principal pleaded that it would help the boy fit in with the other kids at school. The parents totally disregarded the principal by telling him to get lost. As a consequence, the kid was bashed, spat on and regularly bullied on the way home from school.
I was much luckier than him in that my parents practiced their faith in secret; I was christened secretly in a small chapel on the outskirts of Budapest with only a handful of people present who managed to keep it a secret. Being religious mean a great deal to me. In secret it meant that in my mind, I could choose religion if that was what I wanted. God loved me and helped me seek the truth about the world. My religion had also shown me that I was an individual, a unique person who had the right to think for myself, I had hope and I wanted the right to express the truth. This was all hidden, a crime under communist law. There was no freedom. When you walked on the streets or traveled on a bus or train, you saw no smiling faces; there was no happiness; there was no looking forward to the future. People just lived like prisoners in a never-ending sentence.
If you wish to read about what I have actually discovered, my book-site could shad some light on what this is all about.
Hope to see you there.