Discerning and having faith. I didn’t know a damn thing about either of the until I became a Gnostic. I will say my biological mother is a demon who was in church every Sunday and in her head this was all she needed to do to feel she was absolved, safe, forgiven. My brother called her on it all the time and I think she feared him and hated me because I wasn’t the daughter she wanted and she was unable to have other children after me. She blamed me. My biological father is leaning toward the Gnostic faith and will be joining us again for the fall meeting. I just questioned the validity of a God based on how badly my biological mother treated me and my father. I am also homosexual and of course all she has to say to me now is I’m an abomination. Now that I don’t need anything from her nothing she says hurts me. Luke told her she was a mean, old, miserable bitch and when she gasped I burst into laughter. She actually lunged toward me and both look and my brother stood in front of me. I tried to move them but the wouldn’t budge. I don’t fear her anymore. So I would say my eye-opening experience was watching my evil mother go to church every Sunday and come home and resume torturing me and my biological dad. I didn’t want anything to do with a church or a God that condoned what she was doing. I wondered about the other people in her church, wondered if they were like her or worse. I didn’t want any part of it. But finding my Gnostic father and experiencing the love of the Most High set me free.
. Life is real good indeed. 
