How Ontoism Found Me
Personal reflections from Roarke Clinton

I was raised in a faith that taught me I was born broken—separate from the divine, a sinner by nature, dependent on obedience and belief for salvation.

It told me that love was conditional. That worth was earned. That Heaven was a gated kingdom, and only those who worshipped the right way would be let in.

It framed God as an external judge, not an internal truth.
It fed a scarcity mindset that kept people seeking approval from above, rather than recognizing the sacred within and all around.

But something in me couldn’t make peace with that story.

I needed a clean slate.
A way to meet reality as it truly is—not as it was handed down.
Not a belief, but a recognition.
Not a dependency, but a direct experience.

I longed for an inner clarity—an intrinsic well of emotional fulfillment that didn’t rely on external permission.
I wanted to feel whole now, not in some afterlife.
To live in abundance, not fear.
To remember the sacred not as a being above, but as the being in us, through us, as us.

Ontoism is the clearest path I’ve found to live into that truth.
It’s not a rejection of the sacred.
It’s the radical realization that you are it.