Waiting The Countryside Priest Like A Fool (Episode 1)
In spiritual search for guidance (true story)
Some time ago, let it be a year or so, sometime after I came across the field of astrology when being in a worse period when I was thinking about why I have to see certain things in people, people that I don’t – I know them when maybe I should have had a mentor or an advisor before it was my turn to be an advisor for others, I contacted a priest on Messenger – the priest who baptized my child.
I am not very religious, I admit, but still, I talked to many people and sought to talk about these things that seemed oppressive at the time, so I talked to this priest and put my foundations in him.
I was looking for someone who is as balance as possible: what I want to say is that when you get into spiritual matters, it is straightforward to get confused: on the one hand, there are very religious people, sometimes arrogant, and there are skeptical people, somewhat like a middle table, more gray like that and there are the so-called spiritual ones in various forms, with their extremes of course: shamanism and all kinds of other things that I don’t want to comment on at the moment because I don’t know much about these things but they seem extreme.
Some have a spiritual search, those who were disappointed by personal development and motivational books, where I was, unfortunately, who are still looking for ways to know themselves that I resonate with.
We talk on Messenger for a while; I tell him what’s bothering me, and he tells me that he doesn’t know how to deal with the problem in quotes but that he’s willing to receive me, and from here, things start to get interesting. We decided that I would come on a Sunday, after the service at the Church, to talk, that he would listen to me. This incident happened during the period of colds in quotes, when I was sick, and I was sorry. Still, because the population present at the Church is predominantly old, I decided to stay outside and wait for the end of the service – said and done.
After that, I go inside and go to the father, who sends me away, mentioning that he can’t stay, his wife-priestess’s eyes are visibly upset, and she leaves in a hurry, and I remain as the last sucker as if I had gone to the Pope himself, in the audience.
Indeed, I did not proceed correctly, as I should have done, scheduling a confession just as any pious believer would have done, but I did not do it. Does that mean I was wrong? I’m not the typical pious believer who kisses people’s hands; I’m in an area perceived to be more “gray” or black than it is, but even that doesn’t justify the behavior.
But the word established doesn’t mean anything nowadays, especially since this country’s priest should guide people in pain.
I wrote to him privately that this is the last time we will see each other, and I haven’t stopped by his Church, the Church he should put up, besides, and a chain like in any business; thank you, priest Adrian.
I await your comments in the footer of this video. It’s a weirder clip, but I will continue discussing other aberrations from the same environment.
Thanks, and have a good day!
The following story starring the same priest; you can access it here!
