My Spiritual Journey - A story of my return to home
🛤️ From the Ashes of Faith to the Roots of Dharma A Personal Journey Through Religion, Identity, and Return 📜 Prologue I was born in post-communist Czechoslovakia during the early 1990s, into a family of mixed Romani and Slavic heritage. Though our household was essentially secular, religion lingered quietly in the corners, like an old guest who never truly leaves. S ome of my close family members were Christian— both Catholic and Orthodox. One of my grandfathers had even been baptized in the Czechoslovak Hussite Church and had served as a ministrant ( child altar server). However, part of his family later turned strongly anti- Christian and anti- religious— likely influenced by firsthand or familial experiences with clerical abuse, a sadly common reality in the Christian religion. Though I could recite the Our Father and the Hail Mary—fragments even in Latin—my disposition remained one of sceptical rationalism, more Marx than Matthew. As I have a heritage of the Rom...