2013 in Review


It’s that time of the year again… where we each take a look back at the years past and deeply think about our choices and where we are currently. I will admit, 2013 has to be the rockiest year I’ve ever had. From arguments, to self struggle, and not to mention a couple break downs a long the way I have finally sorted through it all and feel so much better. With that, let’s take a look at Mercy’s Review of 2013!

  • The beginning of the year started off with friendships ending. Mercy & Luna was a show I did with a good friend of mine at the time. The show fell apart when we both wanted to be heard and in the end it became well, less fun. Our friendship fell apart when I needed someone there the most — I didn’t realize what was going on with me. In the end, I’m glad the friendship died out. It made me realize that it’s a part of life to get rid of people and although the end was horrid, the long friendship that was there had an importance at one point. I am glad that I did have the friendship and I do wish Luna well with all her adventures.
  • My boyfriend moved in last year on Christmas Eve and have had an interesting year not just finding ourselves but finding out where we are relationship wise and together on this big floating rock. There were tears, yelling, hugging, and laughter and I wouldn’t change it for the world! Through this year of emotional turmoil, we’re still with each other and not an ounce of time is wasted on sadness anymore! 
  • 2013 was definitely the year where I started my journey of self discovery. I admitted my faults and acknowledged them, grew from mistakes, and embrace my life instead of killing myself off in a manner that I won’t act upon anything. I had a lot of new experiences, scare a con, meeting new friends, going out a lot more, and embracing my oddities that make me – ME! I am a lovely young woman with a brain full of intellect that I shouldn’t dumb myself down to fit in with people who have caused me grief. I am tolerant, and observant. I am an old soul in a young body. I yearn to learn different cultures and other worlds. Books are my gateway to my soul and I enjoy being me very much. 
  • I started to realize that you need to pick battles and put your foot down. It’s not worth the complete headaches to fight small battles that don’t mean anything in the future. Fighting for a secure future and your dreams is worth more than money could buy! 


For what I’ve seen of this year, it’s been meaningful. I needed it to knock me out of what world in my head I was living in and start noticing the world around me in a better manner. Creativity is apart of who I am and it will never be pushed aside again. 2014 is the year of perseverance for me. Goals will be obtained. Failure is not an option. And on top of that my band, Demonic Refusal, will make it’s debut!


How was 2013 for you?!


– Mercy

Why I left religion


You were such a good little girl when you were younger! What happened to you?!

– A question I get asked by the religious side of my family every day because I left the religion.

When I was a young girl, I did what I was told. Attended church school, sang in the church choir, acted within the pageants and went to confession. I didn’t feel comfortable with any of it. At a young age, I saw that I didn’t agree with it. For some reason, I saw how people acted. Being the quiet person I am, I’m observant of the people around me. Their behavior and how they treat each other. The same teachers at church school were gossiping and bullying people they called “friends”. They believed they were perfect in the realm of their God.

When I was about 13 or 14, I started questioning their ways. Why are these people treating each other so horrible? Why are they judging people and pushing the bible on people? Wasn’t faith something that people are supposed to find on their own? Why are these people not being accountable for their wrong doing? Why is Satan bad when he’s the angel of individualism?

In high school, I started researching the history of the oh so lovely religion that was being pushed upon me. Paganism was the forefather. And this religion stole from them. Making the pagans seem like horrible people on the planet. I just didn’t understand the hatred coming from this religion.

I’m currently in my early twenties. I don’t know what to call myself when it comes to a religious point. I believe more in nature and pagan mythologies than the bible. I believe in treating others how you want to be treated within this world. I believe in helping others instead of spreading hatred. I may not agree with every view or lifestyle of everyone I meet on the planet, but that’s not a reason to hate someone. It’s lovely to see people stand with their views and lifestyle instead of conforming because of the bible pushers and peers.

As I’ve stated in a previous blog entry, I’m pro-choice to life. Each individual on this planet has a right to feel comfortable with who they are. Those that spread hate and try to be perfect for a dictator in the sky – Are bullies. To quote my recent Facebook status:

The religious people in my family have guts. They claim they’ll help someone because they are a human being, but won’t if the person turns out to be gay. I have friends that are gay or bi, and I hate the disrespect they receive. Since when is who a person loves the decision of the world? How would we like it if we had gays attack us for being straight and calling it wrong or appalling? How would you like to be treated that way? I know I wouldn’t. So why should I treat a fellow human being like an alien because they decide to love the same gender? Logic? I think not. And my religious side of my family still doesn’t see why I won’t join their band wagon. -_- Ha! I’m more generous and kind to others without following “God” than you are following the bible!

I left religion because I saw the hate it brought upon the world. How they want everyone to be the same. I’m a spiritual person. No ones spirit should be bullied in any form by anyone on this planet. People aren’t perfect. We do make mistakes and we can choose to learn from them and become a better human being, or ignore them and fall on our faces. Satan didn’t make us do it. God isn’t punishing us. We as individuals have free will. We made decisions. Some good, some poor. But in the end, it’s what we take from it and what we do with the gained knowledge that shapes us as a human.

I keep getting told because I don’t follow the bible I won’t go to heaven. If heaven is where these group of religious extremists are – I don’t want to be there anyway.

I have friends, customers to the shop, youtube viewers/commenters, of many different religions and views. We can talk like adults and respect each others worlds. We are all human with marvelous brains that get suppressed by extremism. My previous blog discusses how I’m against extremism. I guess, the extremism I was seeing within the religion pushed me away. I didn’t feel at home with following God. I’m not saying all Catholics, Christians etc. are bad. Or whatever religion you are. I left because I can’t stand the hate, the greed, the manipulation.

To hate someone is to negatively care about them. And, I don’t care. Not in a bad way mind you. But, in a manner of — I don’t care if a person is a different color, religious preference, political standing, gay/straight/bi, etc. It’s the person’s CHARACTER that matter.

I left religion because I felt like an outsider that didn’t belong. It didn’t warm my heart nor shape me in anyway. I am now a young woman in my early twenties with a kind heart and generous nature to those in need. When you have nothing as well as others on this planet in the same struggle as you – why would you leave them behind because your “bible” says it’s wrong? I saw many contradictions in that book when I attempted to read it, compared to a book full of pagan views and/or rules (which ever you wish to call them) are more straight forward and to the point. Take account for your wrongdoing. Make things right. etc.

Religious people always tell me to treat others how I want to be treated – yet they spread hate and agony to those that are different from them. I treat them with respect – but get bullied in return. They wonder why I will never pray nor talk religion with them. Why? To get bullied and feel so small in the world? I have learned to choose my battles. You can’t get in through a thick-headed extremist that life is about living as a whole with the world rather than separate, miserable, and manipulated.

– Mercy Desdemona