I am, not that I expect this will mean a great deal to anyone but me, Pantheistic Zen. I put myself under the umbrella "Pagan" only because it comes closest to how I feel in my heart and soul. I shall explain my beliefs as best I can. I believe that God is a force, not so much an entity. God exists in everything that is, has been, or will be. No matter how much someone may hurt others, God is in them and they are just turning a blind eye to the divinity. Those who are spiritual, have cultivated and embraced the force of God in ourselves. The Zen part of it goes along with the Pantheism, though both are very separate philosophies. Zen states that we are all part of a bigger stream and pain comes from trying to fight against this very natural force. By seeing the patterns that Life affords one, one can be better prepared and more content. This is also why my friends think I am an angel (or at least psychic, which I have limited belief in). I will tend to call them just in a moment of need after they have not heard from me for months or I will stumble upon someone having a crisis because I felt the need to take the stairs instead of the elevator. I feel that the divine works through me and I am more than happy to oblige it. And I am very, very happy being Pantheistic Zen. It gives me an appreciation and acceptance of this wonderful life that so many lack and I am thankful for every moment I am within this world. I am hugely respectful of other people's religions and paths so long as they are pursuing them honestly (aka not making a show of their religion before men), not hurting themselves or others, and it brings them into a loving relationship with their creator, which ever name they choose to give it. While I may not agree with how people may approach their faith, I am bound to accept it else the seed of god that has taken root in their soul may not be nurtured.

I am not a virgin, as I think you gathered. I have twice had a sexual relationship. Both very committed, with protection, of course. I do regret the first time. I was too emotionally young to fully understand everything and not spiritually strong enough to deal with all that went with it. The first time she tried, I cried for three days and hated myself for letting it get that far. It was not a good relationship for me to be in and I would actually openly tell her that I was trying to get her a soul, which should have been a huge warning sign to me. But I ignored the invisible pull and tried to shut it off entirely for her sake. Were I to have stayed with her, my soul would have died owing to lack of nutrition. When she broke up with me because she had bedded my supposed best friend while I was away for two weeks, I literally fell my soul slam into my body with all the force of six months of neglected invisible tugs. I kind of fell to my knees and wailed. After I made my peace with it, I saw the horrible mistake I had made in letting her get in the way of my soul and my duty to the world and swore that I would never again be so negligent. The second relationship was with Kate. I do not regret it at all. It was beautiful and pure, especially as my soul grew stronger and the beauty of the world filled it. To me, making love is pure and beautiful in a mature, mutually monogamous, intensely loving relationship. To do it otherwise is, to be quite crass and blunt, fucking. Ones soul is not equip to fuck, in my opinion, and will be in torment if one does so. But making love can unite the souls of the lovers in true bliss, I think. I am very sexually respectful however (at least I try my hardest to be). Beyond kissing remarkable girls named Eileen, I do not and would not push. I am certainly not interested in doing anything against her beliefs and character, especially.