Religion. Do not read if easily offended.

Religion. Do not read if easily offended.

A Story by G. Anderson

I do believe I’d think myself insane if I was given the time and concentration.

What is the purpose of religion? Why do we think? It’s so much easier to just look at things in a simplistic, scientific perspective. We were put on this earth to survive, reproduce, and grow as a species. Men like women with big b***s because they’re more capable of producing milk to make healthier offspring. Heaven and Hell is an idea; like the boogeyman. They were created to make children do what they were told. And if the children didn’t do what they were told, like w***e around with others, disobey their parents, or kill someone, then they went to “hell”. Heaven is a concept that was created to make people feel good about themselves before dying, something to look forward to if you’ve lived a happy, giving life.

In a village, everyone is of average intelligence. One caveman wants to stand out from the others, or maybe he’s just delusional. Nonetheless, he claims some prophet has spoken to him in the name of some God. God, as in, all-knowing, omniscient. And when you make up things like that, people fear you, revere you, and sometimes respect you all at once. They believe you when you have proof (the caveman creates a scroll or comes up with some constrained dialect sounding like another language). Now, you’re the smartest person in the village, and you are well known, and will continue to be known throughout history. Drugs, including hallucinogens, were used on a daily basis for “healing treatments”. So, in a sense, they were all s**t-faced in a gutter or high out of their minds. Next thing you know, they’re falling off a cliff. Some “miracle” happens, that saves their lives, and now they’re a believer. When, in fact, it was only a branch that broke their fall, and they’ve been “touched by the hand of God”. This becomes an epidemic…. People everywhere start to believe in this “God”, and they speak with the people who claim to have been saved by some miracles….

When there is no such thing as miracles. It is merely coincidence and failed probability. Is it more probable that you would have died, falling off a cliff? Nine out of ten times, the person would be splattered on the ground. Well, just this once, a branch happened to be there. Coincidence. Now he’s saved, running his mouth about a miracle. What a load of bullshit…

And here come the crazy people. Hearing voices and imagining they’re being possessed by some manifestation. Ever heard of schizophrenia? Catatonia Schizophrenia? Paranoia Schizophrenia? Undifferentiated Schizophrenia? They’re mental disorders either passed down from the parents or a result of traumatic experiences. Now the people are convinced something is inside of them, making them do something, when in reality�"their mind is detached from their body. They do not know they’re making their own hand hit themselves in the face, simply doing it because of some horrible event that happened in their life. They think demons are inside of them, or spirits. It’s so easy to just say that everything happens because it is to be. Destiny. Fate. It’s easier to get over someone’s death of you believe they were meant to die, and nothing would have changed it. When, in reality, us nonbelievers writhe and churn in agony at night, unable to sleep or slip away from nightmares because there WAS something we could have done to save that individual.

They say “don’t judge, only God can judge”. You yourself are judging when you choose to follow a certain religion. You judge that the other ones are less suitable or more wrongful than the one you participate in. And don’t get me started on the hypocrites in church. Getting s**t-faced drunk and hitting their wife all week, then sobering up for church the next Sunday praising this God that loves them so much. You’re a monster, nothing but a broken human being who hates himself too much to love another. No one loves you. It was a story created for small orphans in a village who thought that no one cared for them. So, to comfort them, an older person came around spreading stories of how there’s this entity out there that can heal you with the touch of his fingers, that loves you even though you’re a hot mess, and that forgives you every time you mess up. Now the children feel great.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying it wasn’t a good idea to create religion. I mean, think; if you believe that there is something out there that will save you, that there is purpose beyond just surviving, reproducing, and growing, then by God you’ll feel better about living. You also have to consider�"when you talk to someone about what is bothering you, and receive good advice or hope that they can do something about it to fix it, then you automatically feel a lot better about the situation. Hence, praying. You speak your mind, believing that someone is up there listening, loving, caring; one that doesn’t judge…. This earth is this Hell you speak of. We cannot even speak our minds or spill our hearts to someone without the fear of being misguided or judged. It’s pretty sick if you ask me. But you didn’t ask me, so never mind. You know how I feel, obviously.

And what’s all this about incest? “Christians” bash and hate on homosexuals or polygamists (I am in no way glorifying or justifying any such activities, by the way) when the f*****g b******s believe they all came from Adam and Eve. Exactly. The bible has so many different contradictions, too. I myself hate atheists�"they’re just like Christians, they just fight for something different. But nine out of ten times, none of them have ever even read a bible all the way through (it’s pretty dry, believe me). So unless they are a professional on the idea, by studying religion and getting a degree, at least having read the King James Bible, they have no room to talk about anything at all. Opinionating that you are unsure or have certain beliefs against Christianity is quite fine, but when you get down to judging others or telling them they are wrong, you’re wrong yourself.

“I think, therefore I am.” If you have intangible thoughts, as all humans do, then you are. How do we know that we’re not really suspended in a dream, a reality, just minds trapped, thinking we’re inside of bodies? How do we know that the Earth is really only a small speck on a speck and others, like us, are looking at us through a microscope? We don’t. The end.

But, obviously, we are here. There is no way to prove we are not here. So, there is no way to prove that a creator is not present. However, we cannot prove his existence either. Confusing, right? This is why IN MY OPINION atheists are a bunch of idiots and misled, gullible morons.

Is there another life after this one? What is déjà vu? I believe déjà vu is when present day activities provoke a nostalgic feeling from past lives. If you’re going to get started on spirits, and if you believe heaven is heaven and hell is hell, then why does heaven not get full? Why does hell not spill over? Who created God?

And now you’re thinking, “God just is.” I don’t know. I cannot comprehend anything beyond what I can touch and what I can feel. I can feel emotions, I can feel the touch of a man. I understand, I perceive, I comprehend. But I will not be led blindly by a thousand year old book. My apologies.

This world is built on trust. We trusted that the natural resources would stay available. We trust that if we plant a tender seed into the ground, a plant will arrive cycles after. We trust the sun to rise in the morning and set in the night. Again, everything revolves around trust.

I have been let down. Many, many times. I was a believer, and no, I do not blame some “God” for my pain. Pain is. Just like thoughts, just like love, just like the touch. It is. It is not caused, it has always been there, sometimes it’s just an opaque cloak over your emotions. So no, I am not a disbeliever because of my pain. I’ve accepted that this “God” has not given me what I have asked for and been thankful for.

But, here’s an example. My Grandmother was horribly beaten by her ex-husband. They lived in downtown Detroit, and her spouse had been in and out of jail. She had three kids she was currently raising, without his help. One night he got drunk, as usual, and took off in her car. She told me that every night that would happen, she would beg and plead and pray to this “God” to let him get pulled over and taken to jail, so he couldn’t come home and beat her and her children. Last time she turned him in, he got out of jail, and beat them all the more. The only thing she was doing by calling the cops was digging a little deeper into the dirt, setting her headstone. He never was pulled over. She said that she now realizes if he were to have been pulled over and arrested, (her car had no insurance), she would have been arrested and he would have been set free to beat the Hell out of her children and starve them to death. And if that wasn’t bad enough, soon after, they would be split up and put in Foster Homes or orphanages across the United States. She said “God” didn’t answer her prayers for a reason. Now she has several grandchildren because she was able to keep her own children.

So now you say, “What do you have to say to that?” And again, I resort to my probability and coincidence Ninety nine out of a hundred times, my Grandfather would have been pulled over and taken to jail, the family would have been split up, and I wouldn’t be going insane over all this stupid s**t, because I wouldn’t even be here to think. No it was not a miracle, it was a coincidence that her husband took a different route home when he was drunk and escaped jail.

Probability and coincidence are quite comfortable, and pull through for me every time. I do not set myself up for disappointment when facing a difficult situation; I do everything in my power to ensure it goes as planned. But I do not hope that it will. Therefore, I am not hurt when it does go wrong, and I am happier than I should be when it works out. It’s a win-win situation.

Again with praying, I simply can’t stand it. Why would I sit on my a*s mumbling words when I could be up doing something about what is making me angry or hurting me? You Christians, you’re pathetic. You think mumbling phrases and thanking something that might not even live up to what you expect will take care of everything… you rely on something else. The most reliable thing is yourself, you see. And until you trust yourself and only yourself, you will be miserable, you will judge, and you will be weak.

© 2011 G. Anderson


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