"A wonderful fact to reflect on, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other." - Charles Dickens

“Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter,
and those who matter don’t mind.” - Anonymous

This site is used as my Blogger profile page rather than an actual blog. I have created separate pages for a few research papers and essays I've written. See the More About Me page to read a synopsis of how I came to be a secular humanist after being raised a Catholic and then, at the age of 16, was evangelized, manipulated, indoctrinated, exploited and abused in a fundamentalist Protestant cult.

Although I sometimes use the label "atheist" to describe myself, that word is more accurately an opinion rather than a label. I found the following quotation online, and it succinctly describes my position:
Skepticism is my nature; FreeThought is my methodology; Agnosticism is my conclusion; Atheism is my opinion; Humanism is my motivation
A more accurate label for me is secular humanist. I advocate the full range of human rights for all people of all ages, which includes religious freedom. Religious freedom includes both the right to believe and the right to not believe.

CONTACT ME AT: contact. perry. bulwer @ gmail. com

 Chain The Dogma  is a blog of my personal opinions and analysis on various issues, usually in relation to cults and religion, science, politics, and human rights.  I have not written new articles for this blog since December 2011.

Religion and Child Abuse News  is an archive of news articles on the subject of child abuse in a religious context. After four years I stopped blogging, for reasons I explain on the home page there, but it will remain open as a research source.  Although I won't be adding new articles as stand alone posts, I do continue to publish relevant news articles in the comment sections of related posts and then TWEET the link to those new articles.

A poem I wrote for a university course a couple years after I escaped a religious cult.

The Fence

I followed the fence to find its conclusion
but there was none, it was an illusion
that I was entrapped by this barrier,
encircled by the fence from which there
was no escape, no way out, or so I thought.
So many had died, so many had fought
against the fence makers,
against the dream breakers.

It was my turn now to scale its height
no phalanx of wood or block would block my sight.
No longer could I stay confined
in space too narrow for open mind.
So I charged the fence and reached its top
and all hell's fury poured forth to stop
me from breaking loose
and discovering the truth:

There are no fences, there are no walls
large enough to confine our souls.


A poem by Beth Belleisle that describes my Recovering From Religion:

It took me so long
to find my voice
It took me too long
to claim my life
as my own
and say no to
all others
who tried to
steal it away
and make it theirs
But I am awake now
and there is no
going back to sleep.

A poem by Derek Walcott that describes my life cycle:


The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.

You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.

Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.