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| quote: | Originally posted by Eric Siefer
Heres my viewpoint.
I dont beleive in the one "God" as most do. I was raised catholic and dont really have a problem with organized religion except for the fact that they all think they are right.
How the hell, can you all be right, almost every religion is based on something that happened thousands of years ago.
Anyone remember the "telephone" game you'd play in kindergarten?
After a while the message gets distorted and people change it to what they want others to hear.
They(religions in general) have the right idea, respect yourself and others.
My belief is that, there is no one god because that is impossible.
All living things have magnetic fields, or atleast they give off energy. Therefore in my eyes, those who chose to acknowledge it, are part of the collective conscious. Thats why sometimes you'll finish a friends sentence, or think of something the same time as someone else. Thats why pyramids were built all over the world in varying styles, yet none of the builders saw the others.
If i'm not mistaken calculus was invented by 2 people at the same time in different parts of the world as well.
Its not being psychic, its knowing. Its very hard to explain, especially on a forum, but I know theres others who believe as I do, and they know what I'm trying to say.
Because studies show that humans are using a small % of their brain, just reinforces my theory (atleast to me it does).
Start learning to use that other 95% |
lol, how unfounded. assume less and everything will make more sense.
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The father made fetuses with flesh licking ladies / While you and your mother were asleep in the trailer park / Thunderous sparks from the dark of the stadiums / The music and medicine you needed for comforting / So make all your fat, fleshy fingers fingers to moving / And pluck all your silly strings and / Bend all your notes for me and / Soft silly music is meaningful, magical / The movements were beautiful / All in your ovaries / All of them milking with green fleshy flowers / While powerful pistons were sugary sweet machines, / Smelling of semen all under the garden / Was all you were needing when you still believed in me.
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