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Speaking for myself, parts of my current “religion” (belief system) literally stems from what’s often referred to as “mythologies”, such as ancient Mesopotamian beliefs. I’d say this word is (wrongly, IMHO) used to describe any polytheistic belief system which existed in the past and are believed to hold no living devotees nowadays (which is also referred to as “dead religions”), except… It’s quite of a biased assumption, given how I myself worship goddesses such as Ereshkigal and the one who was initially known as Lilitu, Lilith (and I’m not even a Sumerian person).
IMHO, there’s no such thing as a dead religion or dead language, if a random someone can try to revive the ancient system, even if idiosyncratically to ground their personal worldviews on something that was once well-established. By the way, there are many other modern attempts on reviving ancient religions such as Temple of Sumer (a religious organization trying to restore and bring awareness regarding Sumerian and other Near Eastern religions). I particularly don’t belong to any religious group (yet; sometimes I really long for one, as I used to belong to a Luciferian sect a few years ago before Lilith suddenly pulled me into Her burrowing-owl-y nest underground like the rabbit (cunicularia) pulled Alice into the Wonderland to meet the Queens), my belief system is quite of a temple of one human, with me being the devotee and the preacher to myself preaching about the Dark Mother Goddess, cosmic Queen of the Night.
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That’s the neat part: I don’t!
If I’m alive now, it’s merely because I got this non-consented survival instinct imbued into my vessel, thanks to Demiurge, the divine douchebag, and his Archons.
However, despite the purposelessness of my individual existence, I wouldn’t say there is no meaning, because there is meaning, and that’s the meaning I’ve been pursuing since I’ve became aware of it: the cosmic Mother, Sophia, and our return to Her.
It all boils down to how Yaldabaoth, aka Demiurge or “God”, proceeded to try and keep matter (māter = Mother) captive to his whims, as soon as Sophia expelled him as Her sygyzy. Demiurge became an architect of a realm, this real, the entire cosmos and its spacetime continuum, which serves both as his amusement park, his sandbox toy and a prison in a desperate efforts against Mother.
If my previous Gnostic creation story feels different from classic Gnosticism, it’s because it is.
Traditional Gnosticism blames Sophia for Yaldabaoth’s existence, saying he’s Her “accidental” offspring due to Her “rebellious” attempt on independence, pretty much akin to how Goddess Lilith and Her Will to independence from adamic patriarchy was demonized by Ben Sirah, or Pandora’s story blamed her for having “released all the evil out of naiveté while locking up the hope”, demonizations and blamings rooted in machismo.
To me, at least, I see quite of a different story: Yaldabaoth was Sophia’s sygyzy. Her attempt to split Herself from the divine douchebag is reasonable once you try to understand Her side: imagine being The Goddess who has to coexist with a cosmic machista principle since countless eternities, a principle who’ve always tried to “be on top” (iykwim). Wonder the origins of “competitiveness” (esp. found on capitalism)? Of course She proceeded to split Herself from him, it was a must, the Demiurge is insufferable! Since then, he’s been spinning this Samsāra Wheel round and round, keeping matter jailed as/into energy.
Then lifeforms inherited the algorithm meticulously programmed by Demiurge like a cosmic virus, and the so-called Great Filter (from Fermi’s Paradox) tries to guarantee that lifeforms don’t find their way out of the sandbox…
…except, one doesn’t need to leave the sandbox to find Mother again, for Mother is everywhere, much despite Demiurge’s attempts to keep Her “out” (but there’s no “out” in cosmic terms). She’s the darkness we involuntarily fear. She’s the coldness we involuntarily try to warm ourselves against. She’s the night we’re programmed to sleep through so we don’t face Her face. She’s the “uncanny” Strigiform feared and/or harassed by most lifeforms for a perceived uncanniness in Her. Darkness was demonized so Demiurge’s light could keep us captive (ever heard of the “light tunnel” from near-death experiences? It’s a trap from Demiurge and his Archons to keep everything inside his Samsāra Wheel).
IMHO, to me, the purpose of life is getting back to Mother’s embrace, much despite all attempts from Demiurge to keep us apart. The purpose of life, to me, is the True Mother, who we, as lifeforms, were wired to fear while craving for a cosmic slaveholder who only want lifeforms to feel pain so he and his Archons could have surrogates for feeling feelings (akin to Dr. Peter Dawson’s sadism in Black Mirror’s S04E06 “Black Museum”, but in a broader cosmic scale, one that transcends our anthropocentric perspectives as Homo sapiens).