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why do people NEED to believe in god?

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is it because
god makes it so much easier
to explain away so-called 'evil?'

or, is it because
god makes so much easier
to pass the BUCK?

or, is it because
god makes it so much easier
to accept exclusion and bigotry?

or is it because
god makes it so much easier
to remain in the comfort zone,
inside the box?

or is it because
humans are so weak
and feeble of spirit
that they cannot rely on themselves
to determine their own purpose in life?

just wondering out loud.

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do you think i'm being antagonistic?
secularly absolute?
do you think i'm wrong?

well, i expect an affirmative response to those three questions.

this is just my velvet acid way
of telling y'all
to get your heads outta your asses
and realise that
there is another way of seeing the world.

opposition exists. ignore it. or inform yourself.

and realise this ....

we are all groping in the spiritual darkness on this earth

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Great post!

Many times the concept of God gets confused with the concept of Organized Religion."

One has very little to do with the Other.

The Other had NOTHING to do with the fist.

Think on it.

point taken ... i think.

i had in mind, when i read this post, the two concepts as distinct and separate. organized religion was constructed as a sort of self-glorifying, self-justifying, self-serving entity. well, maybe it didn't necessarily start out with those intentions. maybe there was some alutrism. but ... that is a stretch i think. organized religion is just moral politics. y'know what i mean?

the god thing tho. you're absolutely right. its distinct from this moral politicizing that is organized religion. i sometimes am inclined to think it speaks to the inherent weakness of human spirit.

thanx crash ... :D

clarify: "i had in mind when i WROTE this post ... "

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its the little round bread and red wine silly!


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hey k9 ... thanx for the re-link.

har har about the bread and wine ... :D

It's like 5:30 am and I am still drinking my coffee and avoiding work. I like Crash's comment--I have been a victim of a lot of bullshit from organized religion and the bitterness still hasn't quite left, even though I do consider myself a Christian, albiet a weird one--ideologically we differ and I also am open and inclusive of other faiths. Nietzche asked the same question--you probably know that--he saw the God belief as weakness, and my stepfather, who was an atheist, also agreed. Belief in God can appear weak to the unbeliever, but I tell you, faith is not an easy thing and it often requires strength during hardship. Of course it begs the question: Don't you realize it's hard because it just isn't true and no one upstairs is going to help you. Precisely, that is always in the back of your head especially as things get worse and you feel abandoned. But call me crazy, but I've seen God in my life doing great things even when I couldn't have cared less. The religious zealots are irritating at best and downright unendurable at worst; I believe that is where most of the anger lies from those who claim not to believe or follow any particular faith. They bug me too. But they aren't God. There is a song called "God is in the Roses" by Roseanne Cash on her most recent album, Black Cadallac. If I can download it properly, I will send it to you. If not, I have a link where you can listen to it, but I'm still not awake enough to find it. She is a Buddhaist, and I too, find comfort in those teachings.

thanx for this.

i had a great comment and fucking firefox got lazy and stopped responding. grrrrrrrrrrrr.

ok. i have no use for organized religions. they are institutions basically that lie and manipulate. its damaging. i feel i was indoctrinated (catholicism) as a child. more than 20 years since i attended mass, i still recall 75% of the prayers recited during mass, in french and english. no one ever bothered to tell me what it all means. DID IT MEAN ANYTHING? i think its all about control. i think that speaks to the level of indoctrination and userism going in catholicism and organised religions in general.

i don't really see christianity (remember i look thru the lense i was given as a child) as any better than islam. when i see them in prayer in those tv clips, i flashback to being in church as a young child. seems the same to me.

i think religion is damaging. it has taken years and years to release the grip of guilt that threatens with words like hell, the devil, and blaspheme. and i do not see anything good there - in guilting people toward faith. in promoting bigotry in the name of god (homophobes - my mother has rejected her son, who is gay and dying of AIDS, because her priest counselled her to do such. FUCKING PRICKS!).

i can't imagine god would be pleased with this if indeed he did exist and appeared on this earth. recall the scene where jesus grew angry and destroyed the merchant's wares they were selling in/near the temple? and recall who he spend most of his time with? (the so-called sinner).

(i may think its a work of fiction, but i do know the bible quite well.)

i, too find some comfort in buddhism. i find the dali lama a wise man. he said once that there is no real power of prayer - ie praying to a god will not get you that thing you want in life. i agree then, that there is no one upstairs to help us out. WE ARE IT. we are that person upstairs.

as far as christianity ... i have the utmost respect for desmon tutu. i think we should ALL emulate this amazing man. he speaks with such wisdom and shows true dedication to humanity and open-mindedness.

the others are all just versions of people like dubya - walking the walk and talking the talk for personal gain.

as far as god. i'm willing to entertain the notion that he existed for a split moment in time - setting the big bang thing in motion, say. but i cannot accept that he exists now.

i have seen the circle of life - birth and death and more death. more than once i have seen both. i felt privileged to partake in such an intimate part of someone's existence, (ie nursing them to death) but never felt any passion for god. some women say you 'know there's a god' when you give birth. not so, in my experience.

i think we see what we wanna see. its like that person who goes undercover in a pyschiatric institution for whatever reason. he's sane. nothin' wrong with his mind or sanity. but the shrinks and the nurses take every single minutia of behaviour as a sign of his insanity/mental illness.

i think of faith in a supernatural entity such as god, like this.

not sure if you have been to this blog, enemy, but possibly you would find it interesting: wch. he quite intellectual, a buddhist, and his blog rocks!

thanx enemy ... i so value you and appreciate your connection. i would love a copy of that sone by rosanne cash if you can find it.

regards ...


Have you ever read Thomas Paine's Age of Reason? I got a lot out of that book...

i'll check it out spring ... :D

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    velvet poetry

      bell jar dreams

      you held me in your arms,
      my trembling alabaster fruit
      and savagely,
      you trampled me, underfoot
      as master of my shattered freedom
      you - the twisted and beautiful lord
      who sealed me in a windowless bell jar
      with anguish and solitude,
      as my only companions

      captor! my demented master!
      my withered soul screams for you
      it howls for the soothing barbs,
      hidden, in your voice
      and your frail, orgasmic vulnerability
      my withered soul screams your name,
      raging delicately,
      for the gaping hollows of my existence,
      which melted into yours:
      dessicated dreams,
      vanquished innocence

      this sick hunger in my heart for you -
      will it ever ebb?

      copyright ROXI G 2006

      your grace grotesquely crumbles

      your grace crumbled
      into grotesque flakes
      as your fingertips slashed
      my tender silken face
      with rage and vengence,
      that drench my frail child-spirit

      steeped in self-loathing,
      you infected me -
      my gauzy soul
      on your poisoned barbs
      of hatred and lusty greed

      once, i loved you -
      worshipped you, adored you
      and darkness
      eviscerated my heart
      as i watched this adoration stream past
      your inert, stoney heart

      my trembling eyes splinter
      into a thousand tears
      when i look upon your face -
      my reflection - in the looking glass
      you, who deserted my child-trust -
      remain, achingly, ever present

      this dark riverbed of adoration
      that flowed in my viscera for you
      has dried up; my heart --
      which once glistened sublimely inside yours,
      now lies in eternal anguish:
      dessicated, petrified, searingly denuded

      your grace crumbles
      into grotesque flakes
      of grief, rage and greed,
      soaked in the brine of remorse
      you beg, like i did, for a morsel of mercy
      but -- i will STARVE you of forgiveness

      copyright ROXI G 2006


        "there's no way around grief and loss: you can dodge it all you want, but sooner or later you just have to go into it, through it, and, hopefully, come out on the other side. the world you find there will never be the same as the world you left." (johnny cash)

        "i wore black because i liked it. i still do, and wearing it still means something to me. its still my symbol of rebellion - against a stagnant status quo, against our hypocritical houses of god, against people whose minds are closed to others' ideas." (johnny cash)

      poetry masters

        if only you would touch my heart
        if only you were to put your mouth
        to my heart
        if only you were to put your tongue
        like a red arrow
        there where my dusty heart is beating,
        if you were to blow on my heart
        near the sea, weeping,
        it would make a dark noise,
        like the drowsy sound of train wheels
        like the indecision of waters,
        like autumn in full leaf
        like blood,
        with a noise of damp flames
        burning the sky,
        with a sound like dreams
        or branches or the rain,
        or foghorns in some dismal port,
        if you were to blow on my heart
        near the sea, likea white ghost,
        in the spume of the wave,
        in the middle of the wind
        like a ghost unleashed,
        at the seashore, weeping.

        ... Pablo Neruda, from 'Bararole'

        By a route obscure and lonely,
        Haunted by ill angels only,
        Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
        On a black thrones reigns upright,
        i have reached these lands but newly
        From an ultimate dim Thule -
        From a wild wierd clime that lieth, sublime,
        Out of SPACE - out of TIME.

        ... Edgar Allan Poe, from 'Dream-Land'

      anais nin

        "and the day came when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom."

        “i do not like to be just one anais, whole, contained. as soon as someone defines me. i do as june does; i seek escape from the confinements of definition.”

        “i speak of relief, perhaps when i write; but it is also an engraving of pain, a tatooing of myself.”

        “we are like sculptors, constantly carving out of others the image we long for, need, love or desire, often against reality, against their benefit, and always, in the end, a disappointment, because it does not fit them.”

        “life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. this is a kind of death.”