Thread: So...if you're SO sure that no "God" exists...

Yes, it is logical to assume that you are lying.

In order for it not, those abilities would have to be so insanely common (i.e. Breathing) that it would be illogical NOT to believe you.

There are 50 states by the way...

Not in Czechaslorussia there is are amn't.

Originally Posted by Seismosaur

Yes, it is logical to assume that you are lying.

In order for it not, those abilities would have to be so insanely common (i.e. Breathing) that it would be illogical NOT to believe you.

Well I'd suppose that is a matter of perspective. To me, the logical stance would be to suspend both belief of disbelief, because amazing feats happen every single day, and what I've experienced as normal, in the past, isn't the end-all / be-all of perfectly possible feats.

Now, if you've seen 1000 people attempt to do a double-backflip, and crash, then ok. I could see how that would make it more logical. But if you have just never seen people (or only seen 1 or 2 people) attempt to do it and fail, I don't find it very logical to assume that the next person, that comes up to you and says they could do it, is lying.

Originally Posted by wasup

There are 50 states by the way...

Whoa, where the fuck was my head at??

Proof before belief.

No proof, no truth, really. No reason to do A, then B.

Originally Posted by Oneironaut

Whoa, where the fuck was my head at??

I was thinking that maybe you considered Puerto Rico and Iraq states

...Puerto Rico and the PHILLIPINES.

The Philippines gained their independence a LONGGG time ago...

That's a lie.

Can anybody prove that the government is not keeping two states a secret from us? Do you believe that they are not?

Originally Posted by Oneironaut

Whoa, where the fuck was my head at??

actually when I was little the number "52" was drilled into my head. and into my sisters heads as well. and they did a little thing on what people know and a lot of people say "52" as well

for the life of me, I don't know why I was taught "52" states, puerto rico was never a state

anyways, back on topic

have any of you, ever had a moment? Its hard for me to describe this moment.

its happened to me only twice in my childhood, provoked by nothing.

the first time I was ten and playing in my bedroom. then, all of a sudden, it was like time stopped. but it didn't stop. just it was a moment that seemed endless.

in this moment, I no longer knew who I was. I no longer knew where I was. I looked into the mirror *we had a vanity in the room* and I could no longer recognize myself

and I started to ask myself questions

"who am I?" the first response in my head was my name "but I am not a name? who am I really?"

so I started to think. am I, me, because of the things I like? so I looked at my times, but all attachment to them was gone. so I thought "if I stop liking all the things I like, do I stop being me?"

so then I thought of the people I knew. am I who I am because of the people I know? "do I stop being me if I forget everyone I know?"

then I looked in the mirror and recognized it was a girls face "do I stop being me if I stop being a girl?"

again this was all in an INSTANT.

and in that instant I completely let go of every outer attachment that I had perceived as being me. my name. my age. my nationality. the things I like. the people I loved. all of the things 'left me'

my heartbeat rose, I started to panic. it felt like any moment the room would collapse if I stopped believing I was in a room.

I didn't know who I was if I wasn't any of these things. but I recognized too in that moment when I stopped being a ten year old girl, that I still was. that I still thought, that I was still conscious. I wasn't my name! I wasn't my age! I wasn't my gender! I wasn't the things I say or do! I just..was!

"I am!" that was the only answer I could get in the end and in the moment when I got that answer there was a dread, a fear that took over me. because I felt like if I stayed in this moment of just being I would die - because nothing around me really was real, except me. I was the only real thing in this bedroom.

and I felt, that if this moment continued, I would become God - and lose all sense of human identity, and simply be.

I shake my head and I let go of the moment. And my sense of reality changed. the room became stable. I identified myself with my name, my gender, my age, my family, and I went back to playing my game with my toys.

I never wanted to experience that again, at least in my youth - because it made me feel everything I thought I was, everything I do in life, wasn't real. It was all some grand play. and some how, I, 'I' was something else. I come from a catholic background, I was not aware of the belief of the Christ consciousness or God consciousness.

that happened again a second time only about two years later, completely unprovoked. that time, after the moment of just 'being'. it took longer for me to recover from it. I had to go to the mirror to even remember if I was a boy or a girl. because I had no recollection at that moment what a girl or boy was supposed to mentally feel like. all I knew was that 'I am' 'I am me', and nothing else. again I felt like the room would collapse if I stopped believing I was in a room. all that was real, was me.

this would shape my understanding of God as the years passed by. though as an adult I have never had this experience again. I think its because as an adult, I have real responsibilities and goals for my life, where as when I was a child I lived day by day. moment to moment.

(im not athiest, obviously, but I wanted to post my personal experience on a different understanding of God not presented in the churches)