Describes his move from atheism to zen buddhism to witchcraft and finally...
'Like C. S. Lewis, I could not ignore “the steady, unrelenting approach of Him whom I so earnestly desired not to meet.” How much later was it that I was finally pinned down? I don’t remember. I was at a concert at my son’s music school. We were in a hotel function room, full of children ready to play their instruments and proud parents ready to film them doing it. I was just walking to my chair when I was overcome entirely. Suddenly, I could see how everyone in the room was connected to everyone else, and I could see what was going on inside them and inside myself. I was overcome with a huge and inexplicable love, a great wave of empathy, for everyone and everything. It kept coming and coming until I had to stagger out of the room and sit down in the corridor outside. Everything was unchanged, and everything was new, and I knew what had happened and who had done it, and I knew that it was too late. I had just become a Christian.
None of this is rationally explicable, and there is no point in arguing with me about it. There is no point in my arguing with myself about it: I gave up after a while. This is not to say that my faith is irrational. In fact, the more I learned, the more Christianity’s story about the world and human nature chimed better with my experience than did the increasingly shaky claims of secular materialism. In the end, though, I didn’t become a Christian because I could argue myself into it. I became a Christian because I knew, suddenly, that it was true. The Angelus that was chiming in the abyss is silent now, for the abyss is gone. Someone else inhabits me.
I am not a joiner, but I accepted, eventually, that I would need a church. I went looking, and I found one, as usual, in the last place I expected. This January, on the feast of Theophany, I was baptized in the freezing waters of the River Shannon, on a day of frost and sun, into the Romanian Orthodox Church. In Orthodoxy I had found the answers I had sought, in the one place I never thought to look. I found a Christianity that had retained its ancient heart—a faith with living saints and a central ritual of deep and inexplicable power. I found a faith that, unlike the one I had seen as a boy, was not a dusty moral template but a mystical path, an ancient and rooted thing, pointing to a world in which the divine is not absent but everywhere present, moving in the mountains and the waters. The story I had heard a thousand times turned out to be a story I had never heard at all.'
Facepalm. It would be a classic hipster move if he wasn't transparently lurching towards the right. I give it 6 months before he gets bored and moves on to the next thing. What is he looking for? Why is he acting like such a consumer? He's going to have a rough time when he realises that Christianity hates the world with a Passion, mountains and waters and all. John 1 ch.2:
15 Love not the world, neither the things that are in the world. If any man love the world, the love of the Father is not in him.
16 For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh, and the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life, is not of the Father, but is of the world.
17 And the world passeth away, and the lust thereof: but he that doeth the will of God abideth for ever. - https://www.kingjamesbibleonline.org/1-John-Chapter-2/
Pretty clear, no?
And how is this 'ancient' religion (2,000 years? Pfff, aboriginal stories reference land bodies that drowned over 7,000 years ago - https://phys.org/news/2015-09-landmark-paper-aboriginal-memories-years.html ) supposed to be 'rooted' anywhere given it has been the handmaiden of empires since the conversion of Constantine and serviced the spread of imperialism ever since through its insistence on being the One True Religion? Ah, but like Buddhism we're not supposed to look at how it behaves empirically in the real world but look only inwards to the personal road of spiritual enrichment it can bring the individual (always the individual!), only if they understand the teachings in a special way that's inaccessible to most people who somehow have gotten the wrong impression over all these centuries.
Gimme a break...
Some of the other writing on his new substack has been okay, though much is for subscribers only: https://paulkingsnorth.substack.com/