I have always questioned my beliefs. I wasn't raised in church or taught a
specific religion, but I was always told to believe in God and Jesus and to pray.
And, of course, there were morals thrown in. I tried reading and understanding
the Bible and always ended up putting it down, discouraged. I knew, however,
that I believed in one supreme being, God. This wasn't because this is what I
have always been told to do, I just have always known that He exists and I have
always prayed to Him. I just knew that somewhere out there, a religion existed
that was perfect for me, that believed in everything that I did, or could. I needed
answers, all of them. I needed the one, original truth. I needed details. So, I set
out on my quest for knowledge and began reading everything I could get my
hands on. Having witches and pagans in the family, I began to question and
discuss their beliefs. I eventually discovered that their path was not the path for
me. I still kept reading, researching online, and asking questions. I thought that
there MUST be one original truth out there and when I found it, I would surely
know. I assumed that all of the remaining religions were just stories or lies that
were made up ages ago. I paid no attention to the true meaning behind all of the
stories. I only saw the details and how they all differed. Then, just as I began
this class, I thought that maybe it could be possible that all systems of belief or
religions worship the same thing, whether they would admit it or not. I just
couldn't figure out how the stories became so different.
When I first read Campbell, I couldn't grasp the concept of the monomyth.
After rereading and having my questions answered by my instructor, I finally got
it. The details are not important, they are not history, they are not fact. The
whole purpose of myth is the symbolism that it contains. T...