Out in the public, downtown Kelowna, searching for the Truth and finding a triathlon sweeping the pathways of the city. I am still searching. I find an arts store and the clerk asks me if she can help. I say I'm just looking. But she still stands there and then addresses me by name. Does she know something about me? What does she see? It turns out she does know me, or knew me, back from an earlier time when I was teaching at a school where she was studying. We talk about Art. And Religion. I walk out with some ideas for creating this new religion.
I remain unimpressed by the online templates for starting a new religion. They are too dismissive http://www.ehow.com/how_2160175_start-new-religion.html or too arrogant http://uncyclopedia.wikia.com/wiki/HowTo:Start_a_Religion or purporting to be something they're not http://englishatheist.org/ownreligion.shtml. It seems like a lot of people have it in them to talk about starting new religions, but not a lot of effort is put into practicing this act.
I burned sweetgrass and incense together, lighting one from the other, to see if the smoke would swirl into an answer. It did not, but the scent was wonderful.