Mashing the potatoes.
Soooo, I'm singing with my mom's church choir for Easter. ["Hey! Welcome back!" "I'm not back!"] I've been pulled into these crazy arguments over who's right in the god world. Geez, how the hell should I know what's going on when I'll be dead in a number of years? I throw it [conversation] on the ground and go home to bed. Confirmation comes up, Bishop talks to kids about building an army for the future to basically talk people into becoming more like Catholics.
Yesterday was my last day at Lancaster County Court, again. *rolls eyes* Yeah, weirdness. But no cake this time! xD Last day, I talk about this Bishop and his plans for religious world domincation and the Lutheran speaks up, "That's right! We are building an army cause this is all there is! We need as many people on our side, loving Jesus! etc. . . " CRAZY TALK! That's worse than the crap I talk about. So we have people who love Jesus and are going to Heaven, Atheists who [sometimes] leave everyone the hell alone, and the Witnesses, who don't know what the hell they're talking about. I leave the Wiccans and Mediums outta this.
I'm leaving the Presbyterians alone [outta as well] because I've been around them to know they're not hurting anyone I know. I leave the vague Christians outta this because they're sensible. Believe in God and he loves you, and won't make you recruit for some army. People recruit armies in god's name and fight over it all, but it's all in the name of fear. ["But God IS Fear." "No, God is Love." And still everyone fights.] There you go, that's all I need. I don't need God to punish me if he loves me. That's why I have parents. xD Thank you to the Outta Groups. ^_~.
This Lutheran woman felt sooo righteous that she yelled at me about how if I didn't believe in the Jesus she knew, I was going to hell. She also said there was nothing after this life. According to their religion, if you don't believe in Jesus and he shows up, he'll cast you down into something fiery if you don't love him. Umm, it sounds a little too archaic for my likes. Love me or I'll kill you. And, no, my mom has nothing to do with this.
Catholics are a little sugary for this. Love me and I'll let you worship my dad for the rest of eternity and hang with my mom. Doubt I exist and I'll let you hang out with the others who don't like me. The unpopular group. blah blah.
Some atheists are pretty nasty. They called my paranormal beliefs ignorance and told me I was an idiot for believing in anything so stupid. I have no idea what their plans were. Ask for proof, get an answer they don't like, bash everything but the answer. I'm sorry, but that's not how I roll. Messsage: If someone asks for proof, and they have no proof of their own, turn around and walk away. [but if you've gotten this far in my blog and still aren't jittery, do continue. ^_^]
What a joy it would be to get to the end of the world and find out that NO ONE was right. Not even me. Disappointment, if there was a time to think afterwards. I'd take joy in finding out there's something wrong in the afterlife. Humans are scared beings. A Philosopher [I only remember the phrase I dumbed down for someone else] said, "Man is always looking for an escape." Life is hard, religion makes things bearable. Too much religion can be bad for a person. If they fear someone they might meet who will give them the ultimate spanking if they do something wrong, maybe they'll remember not to pour gallons of sodium nitrate into some enemy's home.
It wouldn't be fair to forget the perks of religion, though. Togetherness, love, hope, faithfulness, eternal youth in the afterlife. Peace of mind that if you do well and live a life of love and never do anything wrong, you will be rewarded. I love that last part. I can deal with being nice and being rewarded for it. But complete obedience never suited me. Already I find myself regretting things I've never dared venture into because of moral values and holding myself back. Those things will weigh down on me until I finally go through with whatever it is I wanted to try.
Part of me is scared of never coming back after death, but I know I've a few more lifetimes to figure stuff out. Regret has a play in the life I lead--as many times as it takes, I suppose.
To top it off, I've got religious corners up to yin-yang. Thank you to my dear friend Lori, who knows I'm not someone who can be converted. ^_^ Either that or she doesn't think I can cut it. Ha Ha! she'd be so right. xD I'm terrible at following faith and she can be so understanding.
The world's going to be in trouble one day [seriously, it could be worse], and I'll not be a direct part of the reason something went down. Right now, we might be facing hard times, crime and death in the streets, unmotivated murder and maiming. I can't help but feel a little overwhelmed over the notion that I could go and hide in my educational institute [no offense to those in college, really. Please don't take it personally, these are just thoughts in my head] and store myself away from the rest of the world, but I'm seeing too many things going on out here. People might actually need me more here than in school at this time. I've talked with so many people, understood their fears and pain, not trying to hide from the Boogeyman.
Is that what everything comes down to? The Boogeyman? Fear. Fear of others and fear for/about myself. Don't think about it too hard or you'll die of terror. The world and time is working against you, and if your pulse isn't making a statement right now, I'm proud of your accomplishment. You're on your own side, even with a string of friends and family around you. You can't afford to fight yourself and all the atrocities of this world. Be on your side if anything else fails because you have to live with your decisions.
Peace.
D.
Yesterday was my last day at Lancaster County Court, again. *rolls eyes* Yeah, weirdness. But no cake this time! xD Last day, I talk about this Bishop and his plans for religious world domincation and the Lutheran speaks up, "That's right! We are building an army cause this is all there is! We need as many people on our side, loving Jesus! etc. . . " CRAZY TALK! That's worse than the crap I talk about. So we have people who love Jesus and are going to Heaven, Atheists who [sometimes] leave everyone the hell alone, and the Witnesses, who don't know what the hell they're talking about. I leave the Wiccans and Mediums outta this.
I'm leaving the Presbyterians alone [outta as well] because I've been around them to know they're not hurting anyone I know. I leave the vague Christians outta this because they're sensible. Believe in God and he loves you, and won't make you recruit for some army. People recruit armies in god's name and fight over it all, but it's all in the name of fear. ["But God IS Fear." "No, God is Love." And still everyone fights.] There you go, that's all I need. I don't need God to punish me if he loves me. That's why I have parents. xD Thank you to the Outta Groups. ^_~.
This Lutheran woman felt sooo righteous that she yelled at me about how if I didn't believe in the Jesus she knew, I was going to hell. She also said there was nothing after this life. According to their religion, if you don't believe in Jesus and he shows up, he'll cast you down into something fiery if you don't love him. Umm, it sounds a little too archaic for my likes. Love me or I'll kill you. And, no, my mom has nothing to do with this.
Catholics are a little sugary for this. Love me and I'll let you worship my dad for the rest of eternity and hang with my mom. Doubt I exist and I'll let you hang out with the others who don't like me. The unpopular group. blah blah.
Some atheists are pretty nasty. They called my paranormal beliefs ignorance and told me I was an idiot for believing in anything so stupid. I have no idea what their plans were. Ask for proof, get an answer they don't like, bash everything but the answer. I'm sorry, but that's not how I roll. Messsage: If someone asks for proof, and they have no proof of their own, turn around and walk away. [but if you've gotten this far in my blog and still aren't jittery, do continue. ^_^]
What a joy it would be to get to the end of the world and find out that NO ONE was right. Not even me. Disappointment, if there was a time to think afterwards. I'd take joy in finding out there's something wrong in the afterlife. Humans are scared beings. A Philosopher [I only remember the phrase I dumbed down for someone else] said, "Man is always looking for an escape." Life is hard, religion makes things bearable. Too much religion can be bad for a person. If they fear someone they might meet who will give them the ultimate spanking if they do something wrong, maybe they'll remember not to pour gallons of sodium nitrate into some enemy's home.
It wouldn't be fair to forget the perks of religion, though. Togetherness, love, hope, faithfulness, eternal youth in the afterlife. Peace of mind that if you do well and live a life of love and never do anything wrong, you will be rewarded. I love that last part. I can deal with being nice and being rewarded for it. But complete obedience never suited me. Already I find myself regretting things I've never dared venture into because of moral values and holding myself back. Those things will weigh down on me until I finally go through with whatever it is I wanted to try.
Part of me is scared of never coming back after death, but I know I've a few more lifetimes to figure stuff out. Regret has a play in the life I lead--as many times as it takes, I suppose.
To top it off, I've got religious corners up to yin-yang. Thank you to my dear friend Lori, who knows I'm not someone who can be converted. ^_^ Either that or she doesn't think I can cut it. Ha Ha! she'd be so right. xD I'm terrible at following faith and she can be so understanding.
The world's going to be in trouble one day [seriously, it could be worse], and I'll not be a direct part of the reason something went down. Right now, we might be facing hard times, crime and death in the streets, unmotivated murder and maiming. I can't help but feel a little overwhelmed over the notion that I could go and hide in my educational institute [no offense to those in college, really. Please don't take it personally, these are just thoughts in my head] and store myself away from the rest of the world, but I'm seeing too many things going on out here. People might actually need me more here than in school at this time. I've talked with so many people, understood their fears and pain, not trying to hide from the Boogeyman.
Is that what everything comes down to? The Boogeyman? Fear. Fear of others and fear for/about myself. Don't think about it too hard or you'll die of terror. The world and time is working against you, and if your pulse isn't making a statement right now, I'm proud of your accomplishment. You're on your own side, even with a string of friends and family around you. You can't afford to fight yourself and all the atrocities of this world. Be on your side if anything else fails because you have to live with your decisions.
Peace.
D.