My ouija
October 24th 2011 03:07
In my investigations into the skeptic community, Ive found that anyone claiming anything is deluded, mentally ill, or making stuff up. Funnily, if you ARE mentally ill then they wont use that against you, you're just a liar. I have heard the terms 'confirmation bias' 'idiometer effect' and 'special pleading' so many times I think I've found a new level of insanity.
To me, it is complete insanity to NOT believe. I really wonder what someone gets out of a comment like this 'I feel sorry for people who believe in chakras. Those poor bastards' and it literally hurts me, but not in the way they were hoping for.
My memories of what I was before I had flesh and breath are more real to me than my memory of breakfast this morning. This body has always felt like a prison to me, the bones a cage. Recently I have finally begun to 'walk' again, and its bliss. I dislike the term 'astral travel' simply because 'walker between worlds' is more correct. The spiritual realm is between and above and part of the physical one. Im always a part of it, and my life's work is strengthening that connection so I can always be in both worlds at once.
Of course, a skeptic will say this is all delusion, a trick of the mind. They are ready to apply this to the most pleasurable of feelings. Being on my side of it, I cant see where the lines are drawn. Meditation is just a mind trick. Spirits are a delusion of a sick mind. Belief in God is stupid, belief in the soul, idiotic. Any possible reason for anything not being explained scientifically is special pleading. When Im hearing this, its like they are little children with hands over ears screaming "LALALALA" because they cant bear to open their minds in that way. If they did believe, even a little, they'd be deluded. Stupid.
The problem, Ive found, is that none of these people have experienced a significant spiritual event where the scientific explanation simply doesnt fit. While I was chatting with some believers about auras and electro magnetic radiation, one skeptic piped up saying, 'it seems you are trying to jam a scientific explanation where is doesnt fit' or something to that affect. I agreed - it didnt fit, but just the same, when I was standing in my daughter's room, and I smelt gardenias and roses (neither of which I grow, and the windows were closed) and I knew, just KNEW, that the grandmother I had never known was here to see her great grand daughter. When you know, you KNOW. It cant be explained. They blame us for making science take up the slack, they say its not the scientific process, ok, I get that, but when you know what happened, but not how it happened, and you arent a scientist, what do you expect? The scientific explanation doesnt fit, it wasnt a delusion, I knew she was there, and my daughter knew too. Occasionally it has happened, that a scientifically minded person has a spiritual encounter. If it turns them into a believer, they are a loss to the community. A damn shame. Look everyone, he's now deluded.
It makes me really angry. But it shouldnt.
I'd like to recount one of my experiences. I know I could replicate this occurance, with a little time. Its not something I have now, but maybe in a few years.
I and four friends were into the supernatural. We chanted, meditated, held seances. I was driven by my need to contact a particularly powerful spirit. The five of us began to dream the same dreams. Every afternoon I and at least 2 others would meet, we werent always able to get all 5.
After a few weeks, we did get all five. The house was dark but for flickering candles. I was excited, I knew he'd been summoned, and now, he would come. Four of us sat at the board, one recording.
I called him up. It was like the board was electric - it seemed brighter than it was. There was no scraping of glass on wood - the glass was hovering slightly. We asked questions. I cant remember what he said, but it was visceral, frightening, because he was saying personal things. Things we had never told each other.
Then the glass began to move furiously between two letters. Two people dropped off, shocked. There was just me and one more person with a finger on the glass. "What is it saying?" I screamed.
"It says.....H. A. H. A...."
My finger and the other girls left the glass in shock, as it continued to move...HAHAHAHAHAHA.....It was laughing at us.
In fury, I grabbed the still moving glass and burnt out the inside of the glass with my central candle, saying the banishing words.
There were a few seances after that. Lightbulbs were broken, furniture moved, power outages of only the house we were in.
And to this day, I cant find anyone who will do a seace with me.
To me, it is complete insanity to NOT believe. I really wonder what someone gets out of a comment like this 'I feel sorry for people who believe in chakras. Those poor bastards' and it literally hurts me, but not in the way they were hoping for.
My memories of what I was before I had flesh and breath are more real to me than my memory of breakfast this morning. This body has always felt like a prison to me, the bones a cage. Recently I have finally begun to 'walk' again, and its bliss. I dislike the term 'astral travel' simply because 'walker between worlds' is more correct. The spiritual realm is between and above and part of the physical one. Im always a part of it, and my life's work is strengthening that connection so I can always be in both worlds at once.
Of course, a skeptic will say this is all delusion, a trick of the mind. They are ready to apply this to the most pleasurable of feelings. Being on my side of it, I cant see where the lines are drawn. Meditation is just a mind trick. Spirits are a delusion of a sick mind. Belief in God is stupid, belief in the soul, idiotic. Any possible reason for anything not being explained scientifically is special pleading. When Im hearing this, its like they are little children with hands over ears screaming "LALALALA" because they cant bear to open their minds in that way. If they did believe, even a little, they'd be deluded. Stupid.
The problem, Ive found, is that none of these people have experienced a significant spiritual event where the scientific explanation simply doesnt fit. While I was chatting with some believers about auras and electro magnetic radiation, one skeptic piped up saying, 'it seems you are trying to jam a scientific explanation where is doesnt fit' or something to that affect. I agreed - it didnt fit, but just the same, when I was standing in my daughter's room, and I smelt gardenias and roses (neither of which I grow, and the windows were closed) and I knew, just KNEW, that the grandmother I had never known was here to see her great grand daughter. When you know, you KNOW. It cant be explained. They blame us for making science take up the slack, they say its not the scientific process, ok, I get that, but when you know what happened, but not how it happened, and you arent a scientist, what do you expect? The scientific explanation doesnt fit, it wasnt a delusion, I knew she was there, and my daughter knew too. Occasionally it has happened, that a scientifically minded person has a spiritual encounter. If it turns them into a believer, they are a loss to the community. A damn shame. Look everyone, he's now deluded.
It makes me really angry. But it shouldnt.
I'd like to recount one of my experiences. I know I could replicate this occurance, with a little time. Its not something I have now, but maybe in a few years.
I and four friends were into the supernatural. We chanted, meditated, held seances. I was driven by my need to contact a particularly powerful spirit. The five of us began to dream the same dreams. Every afternoon I and at least 2 others would meet, we werent always able to get all 5.
After a few weeks, we did get all five. The house was dark but for flickering candles. I was excited, I knew he'd been summoned, and now, he would come. Four of us sat at the board, one recording.
I called him up. It was like the board was electric - it seemed brighter than it was. There was no scraping of glass on wood - the glass was hovering slightly. We asked questions. I cant remember what he said, but it was visceral, frightening, because he was saying personal things. Things we had never told each other.
Then the glass began to move furiously between two letters. Two people dropped off, shocked. There was just me and one more person with a finger on the glass. "What is it saying?" I screamed.
"It says.....H. A. H. A...."
My finger and the other girls left the glass in shock, as it continued to move...HAHAHAHAHAHA.....It was laughing at us.
In fury, I grabbed the still moving glass and burnt out the inside of the glass with my central candle, saying the banishing words.
There were a few seances after that. Lightbulbs were broken, furniture moved, power outages of only the house we were in.
And to this day, I cant find anyone who will do a seace with me.
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