Come Light
So now my other Grandma tells me that my cousin used to be involved in Witchcraft... yeah people WITCHCRAFT in the 21st century -__-
Apparently my cousin used to worship San La Muerte (Saint Death, a totally fictitious saint). Leaving aside my thoughts on my cousin's beliefs, this saint is not evil or witch-related at all. Nevertheless, my grandma insisted that when my cousin was really into it he made the sheets rise and the cortains freeze, and the worst part, he was going to get its image tattooed!! *rolls eyes*.
You may have noted that I write in terms of past, very well, my cousin was cured! Yep, the minute he was before an evangelistic priest (or whatever they are called), he fell unconscious... and then... he became a Good Son of God...
During our conversation, I did nothing but rolling eyes and smirk, then my dad censured me, and I must say he's right. I am a very esceptical person, very. I love hearing and arguing about religion, but I always do it from a higher position, and that's wrong, I know it. I have no right to think that I'm the clever one and that they are medieval idiots. But I do, and I don't regret it. I rather being an arrogant than an air-head (<-- there it is again!!).
Well, I guess it can't be helped
En español: Pos, nada, que mi abuela (no la misma de la entrada anterior) me contaba que mi primito a quien quiero tanto estuvo envuelto en brujería @-@ Que veneraba a San La Muerte (que no es brujo alguno y menos santo), que hacía que las sábanas se alcen y que las cortinas se congelen y que se lo iba a tatuar... como si alas de murciélago no fueran suficiente no?
Y bueno, el pibe se curó cuando fue a la Iglesia Evangelista (claro que tenía que ser Evangelista!) de su tío, dice que se desmayó ante su misma presencia @-@
En fin, de más está decir que no creo en ninguna de estas cosas y que tomo todo con un grado de esceptibilidad que resulta arrogante. Mi papá me retó por esto, pero no puedo ni quiero evitarlo =P
Lo único que apruebo de las creencias de mi primo es que le dijo a mi abuela que era una estupidez ir al cementerio.
Apparently my cousin used to worship San La Muerte (Saint Death, a totally fictitious saint). Leaving aside my thoughts on my cousin's beliefs, this saint is not evil or witch-related at all. Nevertheless, my grandma insisted that when my cousin was really into it he made the sheets rise and the cortains freeze, and the worst part, he was going to get its image tattooed!! *rolls eyes*.
You may have noted that I write in terms of past, very well, my cousin was cured! Yep, the minute he was before an evangelistic priest (or whatever they are called), he fell unconscious... and then... he became a Good Son of God...
During our conversation, I did nothing but rolling eyes and smirk, then my dad censured me, and I must say he's right. I am a very esceptical person, very. I love hearing and arguing about religion, but I always do it from a higher position, and that's wrong, I know it. I have no right to think that I'm the clever one and that they are medieval idiots. But I do, and I don't regret it. I rather being an arrogant than an air-head (<-- there it is again!!).
Well, I guess it can't be helped
En español: Pos, nada, que mi abuela (no la misma de la entrada anterior) me contaba que mi primito a quien quiero tanto estuvo envuelto en brujería @-@ Que veneraba a San La Muerte (que no es brujo alguno y menos santo), que hacía que las sábanas se alcen y que las cortinas se congelen y que se lo iba a tatuar... como si alas de murciélago no fueran suficiente no?
Y bueno, el pibe se curó cuando fue a la Iglesia Evangelista (claro que tenía que ser Evangelista!) de su tío, dice que se desmayó ante su misma presencia @-@
En fin, de más está decir que no creo en ninguna de estas cosas y que tomo todo con un grado de esceptibilidad que resulta arrogante. Mi papá me retó por esto, pero no puedo ni quiero evitarlo =P
Lo único que apruebo de las creencias de mi primo es que le dijo a mi abuela que era una estupidez ir al cementerio.