My religious revelation!

I was born, and I was baptized. My grandmother chose my name according to the saints. And she chose the name Mary in honor of the Virgin Mary. Yes, my name is Maria, and I was given a name in honor of the Holy Mother of God. How do you like such a Christian Mary, named after the Holy Mother of God?

This is the art, the subtlety of being, in characters like me.

In my opinion, this is what is needed, because the world is really like that.

We are called names in honor of saints in the hope that someone in heaven will take care of us…

Take care of the little girl Masha. Only Masha does not need heaven, Masha needs freedom, Masha must have critical thinking that will save her life, because hell does not happen after death, hell happens right now, and this hell has a surname.

And my name is Christian Maria. For me, freedom, first of all of my consciousness, is the greatest thing that can happen, because free thinking gives a lot of benefits. It is important for me to be free, it is my actionism to undress in front of the whole world, it is my gift to myself for the future, it is my freedom. Who am I then? The fallen Virgin or the free Virgin?

I clung to this life with my bare teeth, in an attempt to give my body beauty and freedom to preserve myself in time, this is an obvious action in the name of freedom, and an insignificant attempt to beg time to preserve my beauty, to preserve my life.

My religious awakening!

The pain of awakening leaves wounds, but in exchange for this pain you get a new world, a real world, a person adapts to everything, but it's safer to build your life if you understand reality.

As you understand, I was brought up in a religious family, well, to some extent. My parents supported this veil, but my grandmother, in fact, was very religious. I remember all these icons, bibles of different sizes, Christian decorations, as an attempt to experience in the face of some community that gives you something or makes a choice for you. Well, you know, if religion at least just invites you into the game, offering all these items both physical and ephemeral. Sometimes there are countries where they don't ask you, but they just make a choice for you, where politics is a complete dictatorship, here it is hell, sleep and see nothing, because otherwise you will be scared of the realization that you have no choice.

I experienced something similar in religion, and my environment helped me, I was 18 years old, it was in my first year, in the hero city of Leningrad, when my friends, whom I considered interesting and smart guys, showed pictures of Jesus Christ, and I ran away and was offended because I was taught that you can't laugh at God and religion. But then these truly holy sprouts began to grow in me, that's what is truly divine and untouchable, these sprouts of critical thinking, that's what God should be for a person, his freedom of thought, freedom of self-expression! For look at him, at this insignificant creature, at this blood sac that bursts like a balloon if you pierce it, so little time is given, never to return to this world again if the balloon bursts. And all we have are insignificant grains of sand of time compared to the vastness of the universe, and these grains of sand should be the color and smell of freedom!

They laughed at Jesus and at me, I remember how I could go to my room and experience this happening. But the undermining was that I was the same as these guys, we were similar, we liked many things, they developed me by showing films and telling stories, we were distinguished only by one thing, that my consciousness was fixed to the fact that heaven and hell really exist, and to talk about Jesus it is possible only in prayers. But, like, thank you guys for these sprouts of free thinking, because my god is my freedom.

I remember that during my school years, sometimes my brain tried to throw in a question, sow confusion and specks of doubt, and what if there is no god, and immediately an inner banshee rose, like auauauauauau, you can't ask such questions, you can never doubt that God exists, and that he sits and looks at you!

Do you think he likes my nude photos? And when I have sex, does he watch too, does he like it too? Oh, what a curious god you are)))

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