“I am not a spiritual person.”
I imagine this statement holds a different weight in different groups of people. It’s a statement I may say about myself, and I suppose it’s true in the way I frame it in my mind. As I can’t account for truth that isn’t mine, I have come to see the world in very material terms. Where I’ve found weakness is in applying a sense of morality to it, asserting that my view is truth. I’ve learned a lot about truth since then.
What truth is mine? What truth should I come to trust? I’d be lying if I said my truth was built on raw observation alone. Anyone would be. Personal truth walks hand-in-hand with belief, and belief is rooted in something beyond observation. Certainly beyond any observation we define as a product of our core senses. Reality has always been a thing we can only interface with in a limited capacity.
Is it my place to determine whether or not I am a “spiritual person”? If it has been a matter of some experience, and thus a matter of some belief, is it not a personal truth for many that all people are “spiritual people”?
And while I still can’t account for truth that isn’t mine, it serves nobody to invalidate a harmless truth. Unless I seek to invalidate the experience of others, the only objective way to proceed would be to accept the truths of others.
I often look back on the “capital S Skeptic” I used to be. I see what has become of its icons and those who never moved on. It is, as it has always been, a tool for white supremacy. In shame for who I had been, I atone. In pride for having been able to overcome, I rejoice.