Spiritual Anarchy

Tear Down the Walls, Build a Temple in Your Chest

What if true spirituality had nothing to do with obeying, conforming, or kneeling?

What if awakening didn’t require robes, rules, or rituals passed down by people who told you not to trust yourself?

What if your soul is already whole—and the only thing standing between you and that knowing is all the noise someone else put in your head?

Welcome to Spiritual Anarchy.

This isn’t chaos. It’s clarity. It’s not about burning down everything that’s sacred—it’s about realizing the sacred was never in the stained glass or the sermon. It was always in the laugh that shook your belly, the tears that cleansed your shame, the electric breath of intimacy, the wild moment you said, “No more pretending.”

Spiritual anarchy means you are the authority. You’re the temple and the priest. You get to decide what’s holy.

Not your parents. Not a preacher. Not some best-selling guru with a podcast and a kombucha brand.

Spiritual anarchy is the refusal to outsource your truth.

It doesn’t mean you can’t find inspiration in old texts or new teachers. It just means you don’t hand them the keys to your inner world. You don’t let anyone tell you what enlightenment is supposed to look like.

You get messy. You question everything. You create rituals that feel alive. You reject anything that demands your shame. You experiment with pleasure, stillness, psychedelics, breathwork, solitude, community. You don’t just seek God—you play with God, argue with God, laugh with God, maybe even make love with God.

Because in the end, you are that divine spark. The rebellion is realizing you never needed to be saved. Just remembered.

At The Church of Unreasonable Happiness, we believe:

• Joy is a revolutionary act.

• Questioning is a sacred ritual.

• You don’t need permission to be holy.

• And if anyone tells you otherwise, they probably want your money or your mind.

So if you’ve ever felt like a spiritual misfit, a soulful skeptic, or a heretic in hiding, welcome home.

You don’t need a leader. Just your light.

Now go raise a little spiritual hell.

Yours in evolution,

Gregory Loewen