Well I'll tell you my story. I was brought up as a Catholic, in nun's and brother's schools. I was even an alter boy.
I never could get any traction on the whole thing - the bible, the mass, the catechism, the horror stories of communism, the nuns in their black habits and the priests in their gaga gear, all the nightmarish statues of Jesus and the gooey ones of Mary.
As I grew older all that Christian stuff seemed remote from my life - a dark place somewhere over there and irrelevant.
Once I came across the Toltec material, and the words of Don Juan, I came to an astounding realisation that had never presented to me from the Christian push: if I were to follow some of DJ's exercises and attitudes, this would change me internally for life. That was a very exciting prospect for a young man like me.
Christianity had never addressed me this way. Toltec was a path of trying out some actual practices, and watching what happened to me as a consequence. Christianity was a belief system, not a change path. Sure you might be changed by your beliefs, but that was not a strategic and dedicated purpose in Christianity, as it was in Toltec.
After I had changed, and decided I found the changes profound, I returned to the bible and reread it, in fact most of it. I then found it quite fascinating, with many understandings that were not promoted by Christianity. So that was somewhat intriguing.
But the effect, was what finally caused me to drop the whole thing. By this time I was also investigating similarly many religions, so was able to contrast the mood underpinning each tradition. This allowed me to recognise Christianity as a dark and dank etheric place. It actually revolted me, and still does. This is largely due to its European influence, because all of Europe, especially central and western Europe, gives me a similar feeling. It was full of contorted, suffocating and depressing feelings, and sticks in my mind like a huge black cloud of smog, that people live under. I feel the same about the heavy buildings, the stuffy cultural vibes, the pathetic gardens, the pompous classical music, and Christianity epitomises the worst of all that.
Of course there are some things I love in European culture, and some things I admire in Christianity, but when I compare it to the open fun-loving free-air colourful and vibrant traditions of Asia and other areas of the world, I just can't believe any soul would choose to subject themselves to existing in such a dank smelly armpit of spiritual mood.
The very word scripture makes my toes curl up.