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originally posted by: badw0lf
a reply to: LucidWarrior
I expressed as much to my ex, that god is within, if anywhere at all. I simply have not felt any external reverence.
I do feel that to be honest, that giving is all I am meant for. Which creates problems when I need for myself. I used to be a student, learning to be a counsellor but soon realised it taxes me far too much. So I opted to help the homeless, I'd sit with them and just listen.
But the nagging wants, that everyone else has, was too distracting. Love, for one. Not just lust. It broke me, I suppose. Many facets to the thing that I am, have. And it was at my worst that I reached out for god to give me strength, but it never came. I don't know if it is me, or if it was never going to be there.
Some of us just have to accept that we are external souls, I suppose. Window shoppers. reflections so others can see themselves with a different perspective. looking on at a world around, and I guess, finding solace in that we can be road maps for others towards their own happiness. Obviously not as I type now. the deep scars reveal words I mostly keep hidden...
originally posted by: Perfectenemy
a reply to: Ghost147
I don't believe in the existence of god and i just could have been writing about an alien army. I'm just not sure what it was that i saw because a f#cking mental barrier keeps me from disclosing anything. I'm literally incapable of describing in full detail what i experienced. It's pretty frustrating but it is what it is.
I want to kill god and not worship it. I also pondered the idea what would happen if god and the devil are one and the same entity. I just don't get why people choose to believe in god or blame god for a tragedy. My father died a few years ago and i said f#ck you to god mutilple times hell i still do but that doesn't mean i believe in god. I could say f#ck you to a cloud and nothing would change for me. It's just to express my anger and rage because his death caused a lot of misery for my family.
originally posted by: TzarChasm
a reply to: StallionDuck
ok another question for you. im sure you are aware that there are literally thousands of gods throughout the history of theology. why your god specifically? i know there are a lot of people who venerate a sort of amorphous idea rather than actual person. is that the boat you are in? or is there a face and a name and a personality? why yahweh and not odin? why zeus and not lugh? why krishna and not ra?
originally posted by: TzarChasm
a reply to: StallionDuck
i asked why though...
originally posted by: Woodcarver
that is a bit odd, because i have no notion of god, and i still feel really happy and i feel like i have a lot of love for everyone as well. It seems odd because you base so much on this thing that may not exist. But i would imagine that if god was disproven to you tomorrow, you would still have a lot of love.
originally posted by: TarzanBeta
God is the reason I love all of you.
originally posted by: StallionDuck
originally posted by: Perfectenemy
a reply to: Ghost147
I don't believe in the existence of god and i just could have been writing about an alien army. I'm just not sure what it was that i saw because a f#cking mental barrier keeps me from disclosing anything. I'm literally incapable of describing in full detail what i experienced. It's pretty frustrating but it is what it is.
I want to kill god and not worship it. I also pondered the idea what would happen if god and the devil are one and the same entity. I just don't get why people choose to believe in god or blame god for a tragedy. My father died a few years ago and i said f#ck you to god mutilple times hell i still do but that doesn't mean i believe in god. I could say f#ck you to a cloud and nothing would change for me. It's just to express my anger and rage because his death caused a lot of misery for my family.
Your above mentioned rage is pretty common place for people who don't believe in God.
originally posted by: StallionDuck
Maybe every single thing around us is not real and it's only each of us in our own little universe that is real. All that surrounds us is that which is needed to teach us and prepare us for what comes next.
I connect to God through sexual experiences. She is female through and through. Her love for us is infinite.
originally posted by: andy06shake
a reply to: LilithImmaculate2
I imagine any deity that is omnipotent and/or omnipresent would be rather above the concept of sexuality.
Our view on the universe to date is rather limited considering we can only really interpret around 5%, the rest is composed of dark energy and matter that we simply do not have the tools to measure or understand.
If there is a God/Gods they have yet to make there presence known to humanity in any meaningful way. And if such an entity did have a hand in our creation with a distinct function for our race and our place in the universe in mind one would imagine it would have the common decency to turn up, show us the error of our ways regarding us killing in Gods name throughout recorded history and point us in the right direction as to the required paradigm shift humanity needs to belay destroying ourselves in the not to distant future.
Gods an absentee parent at best, and a genocidal maniac with an inferiority complex at worst, at least the ones portrayed in all of our religions texts seem to fit that bill.
Originally posted by LucidWarrior
I sometimes experience what I believe to be god when I write and when I connect with people.
Originally posted by LucidWarrior
I experience as I put it once, "I breathe in gasps of ink and in the breath between self and other" I have a hard time escaping myself otherwise. When I write, sometimes there is just this euphoric clarity of purpose and wisdom, what I can only call eudaimonia.
When I connect with other people my soul lifts up a d I am able to open up and go to greater lengths of effort. When I'm by myself, when it's something I'm not required to do I tend to waste away.
originally posted by: LilithImmaculate2
I connect to God through sexual experiences. She is female through and through. Her love for us is infinite.
originally posted by: StallionDuck
originally posted by: TzarChasm
a reply to: StallionDuck
i asked why though...
Oh sorry. I missed the why part.
Hmmm To be honest, I dont know why. I can't say that it's because it's how I was raised. Many of my family members went over to different religions and I witnessed that while being very young. I was brought to many types of churches growing up, though sure, all of them were Christian churches of one denomination or another and none at all.
Why this particular God? I don't know. It just feels right. I've gotten into reading and had been fascinated by many religions and even mythologies and I never thought to follow any of them. In the back of my mind I might believe to some degree that they're really all the same so I guess it doesn't matter which. I identify with this one because it just feels right.
I guess I can say... This one works. It's like having a keychain with many keys and only one key seems to unlock this door so for me it works when I use the key, so to speak. I don't call out to Yahweh, I just call out to God. Jesus also but it's the only name for the son of God that I know (aside from Yoshua (Joshua), Emanuel, and so forth are all more less titles in other languages, but they're all the same person).
Let me use this as my answer, maybe you'll see what I'm getting at:
Forgive me.. This is supposed to be a real even based on an important person but I can't find it anywhere because of the search terms being too vague. I will paraphrase.
A man was speaking to an angel in a vision and asked the angel what was the true religion to follow. He was Catholic and his friend was another religion. The angel told him that for him, being Catholic was the most correct....for him. His friend's religion was also the right religion... for him.
Both of which lead them to the same place, each in their own way and each that they understood better than any other.
(Man I wish I could find that story)