Ok. Fine. It just sounds like you are trying to argue your point sometimes.that analogy isn't applicable. i'm not asking you to do anything or to not do anything in response to my testimony. it's just to listen to and appreciate or not appreciate. i don't care if you believe me sl. i'm not surprised about it...
See my post above. Bye.and sl,
leave it alone and stop arguing with me. that's not what this thread was meant to be about. why do you egotistical types always have to ruin a good thread? (rhetorical)
i understand what's going on in my own life more than you do.
i might be tempted to say that i'm in a minority group of us who describe having spiritual interactions or experiences, but i don't think that's true.
if you don't want to believe in a spiritual realm, and so you seek to label any and all things spiritual a delusion, or attribute them to something else, i respect that opinion. i think it's idiotic, but it's yours and you have every right to it
Lori... you just need to come back down to Earth and see it from an atheists point of view.
Basically, even though you didn't really go into specifics with that post, I kinda knew what you were talking about. Why? Because I am also human the same as you. Same emotions, but different beliefs.
So going by your vague descriptions, I feel it is very significant that I somehow knew what you were talking about. You could quite easily say that this was god if you like, but I have a feeling it's more to do with that grey matter between your ears.
Learn it, trust it, feel it.
like i've said before, i don't believe in magic. i think there's a reason and a method or a means by which everything occurs. it's the reason behind what has occured that leads me to attribute it to the spiritual realm. the reason i haven't really gotten into as of yet. but i did choose this particular interaction because of the physical manifestations.
I have a friend whom claims to have witnessed (multiple times) a self-proclaimed priestess of some Christian denomination walk around to people in any social gathering, deliver messages from 'God' in a similar fashion to what you describe, and touch people whom were demon infested (they would all fall down in convulsions and arise different -presumably demonless-).
Have you encountered any experiences where touching appears to affect someone?
Lori is a believer. 'Nuff said. Give it up Q old buddy.
When it comes to your claims and personal experiences with talking to gods, we most certainly know more about your life than you do.
You are no different than all the other Christians spouting the same nonsense. Theirs is merely a different story than yours in the details, but with all the magic and mystery intact.
So, it's idiotic not to accept the stupefying claims of theists who talk to invisible friends?
Get it evaluated by a handwriting expert :shrug:
Lori,
I think what ticks people off is when you categorize people that don't believe as idiotic. Maybe if you just stick to your experiences. But then again, maybe you only said that in response to us telling you you're an idiot.
Fair enough.
If it was properly capitalized, it would prove that Lori wasn't really who wrote it. Maybe one of her other personalities? Possessed by a demon perhaps? Channeling Ramtha?
All religious people have an imaginary friend. :bugeye:
you know what's funny?
one night a couple of years ago a spirit came to visit me and i was being shy, as i didn't know what to say to him, and i kind of felt put on the spot. so he says to me, "you don't seem to have a problem talking to me when you think i'm not around." and then i said, "well that's because i thought you were just imaginary." meaning basically, that i thought i was talking to myself. and so he says, "well then pretend i'm imaginary." now how fucking hilarious is that?
the irony is astoundingly funny. a ghost telling me to pretend he's imaginary, so i'll talk to him. i busted out laughing then, and it made me feel a lot more comfortable around him. and i still laugh every time i think about it. or when i'm standing on the heat vent in the corner of my kitchen trying to get warm.
that night was warm. i'm pretty sure it was in june or maybe may, but it was hot outside, and i was freezing my ass off, so i went to check my thermostat and it read 84 degrees. it didn't make any sense so i turned the heat on and grabbed a blanket off the couch, wrapped it around me and went to stand on the heat vent in the corner of my kitchen. that's where i talked to my ghost.
i ain't afraid of no ghosts.
I think what ticks people off is when you categorize people that don't believe as idiotic.
Nor am I. But humans who believe in them make me nervous.