My family was very strict and my father sent me to the Jesuit school so that I could have real discipline.
The chains of rigor were so heavy throughout my youth that very quickly I started to doubt this religion that showed no mercy, only constraint and suffering.
I remember being obliged to attend mess and the constant threats of hell in the mouth of the priests. Everything was sin, everything was forbidden, joy was ruled out.
I think that my rebellion was what saved me: I doubted about Catholicism, and felt that I must try something new.
Later on, in my teenager years, I became a hippie.
During this time, I traveled a lot, met people of different backgrounds, and had learnt different paths to come closer to spirituality.
I started to see other paths and started to see that my own religion wasn’t restricted to the Jesuit perception.
After I did a pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostela, I returned to the Catholic faith – just because it is in my blood, not because it is the best religion.
I don’t think you can put God in a church. God is everywhere. All religions have advantages and disadvantages.
Furthermore I don’t think love is at odds with Christianity. Jesus message was above all a message of love to humanity.
God is–as William Blake said–in a grain of sand and in a flower. This energy is everywhere.
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