Me? Religious?!

It makes me want to cry. Talking to a priest was like nothing I ever thought it would or could be. It was not what I was expecting. Not at all. Where is the stereotypical judgement? Where is the disdain for all things different than the prescribed "right way"? 

     I have been looking for unconditional, unbiased, un-judging love. Searching aimlessly. Trying to connect with other people. But people are always flawed. All of us. We will always judge each other, whether we mean to or not.
 
     I’m starting to understand what the priest is saying. Perhaps saying without saying.
 
     A mother’s love is unconditional, and doesn’t judge. It is pure.
     So should a love between a married couple be. Unconditional, unbiased, and should never judge. There should always be trust, and respect. That is our truth. The truth we have to return to, the truth that is in our heart.
     How can anyone live away from their truth for so long? Of course there would always be endless pain in life, if you stayed away. I don’t know what it is about us as humans that keeps us away from our own true nature.
 
     I look forward to my next encounter with the priest. I want to learn more. I want to be close to my true nature.
     I was meant to come here. I was meant to meet the people I have, and I was meant to go on this spiritual journey.
     How can we have a union, how can I help him see what I have seen? I have to come back to it, always. I need to stay there, in my place of truth. I want him to come with me. I want him to see it too. I know he has, I know he’s been there. But he’s straying away from it. That’s what has happened.
     It might not be enlightenment like I saw, or perhaps it has been. Drug induced, like mine. I know that he will come to the same conclusions.