I don’t believe in god
I do believe in myself as well as you and everyone else
I don’t believe things happen for a reason or that they were meant to be
I do believe in working for what you want and that sometimes you don’t get it
I don’t believe in a master plan
I do believe in cause and effect
I don’t believe in salvation
I do believe in living a righteous life
I don’t believe in heaven
I do believe in living in peace; free from guilt and remorse
I don’t believe in the devil
I do believe that bad things happen
I don’t believe in hell
I do believe that living with guilt and a heavy conscience is not living at all
The following is actually from the comments section of my “How I Got Here” tab. (top right of your screen) Since it will get lost in that portion of my blog, because that page isn’t visited regularly, I decided to post it as a blog. I’d love to know your thoughts, so comment away!
Most, at least the way I learned in the Baptist church, Christians do not believe in ghosts/spirits because after we die we either go to heaven or hell and therefor ghost cannot exist. Even people who don’t believe in ghosts can get spooked by the power of suggestion. For instance, even though I don’t believe in ghosts, if I was with someone who did and we were alone in an unfamiliar place and that person said to me, “I feel a presence here” and then elaborated on that, I could easily start to feel uneasy and perhaps even get caught up in what they were saying. If I let my imagination go, I could even begin to see shadows or “sense” something too. I could get spooked. So, my point is, that our minds are very powerful and our imaginations can take over- when I said that I “saw Jesus” what I meant was that my mind imagined it. I never actually SAW him, like I looked up and he was standing there, but I was able to “see” him in a spiritual way. I FELT him or at least what I thought was him. I FELT that warmth come over me. I was able to “see him work” in ways that I couldn’t explain. I “knew” that he was present and real. I don’t know how else to explain it. But I promise you that I HAD the “Christian experience”. The difference between me and continued-believers such as yourself, is that I realize now that those feelings were imagined. I doubt that I can convince of any of this because, at risk of sounding presumptuous, you are blind to any other possibility. You BELIEVE. I do not. But I believed at the time and it was real to me at that time.
Since that point, I have been on a journey. I have questioned. I am a natural skeptic, always have been, always will be. I am incapable of believing in god. Even though I had those experiences and at that point in time, I believed that it was real, I eventually began to question, just as I always have.
I wanted to believe. I wanted it to be true. But it isn’t. I couldn’t MAKE it my truth. You have made it your truth and unless your mind changes there is nothing that I can say that will make you understand.
You don’t need to feel sorry for me or try to convince me that your way is the truth. I am not afraid or scared of MY truth. I am at peace.
I believe in myself and others. That is enough for me.
I understand that you believe that I need saving. I understand that you want me to go to heaven. I understand that it’s your job as a Christian to spread the word. I understand that you “love” me as Jesus taught you. I UNDERSTAND! I GET IT!
Now what you need to understand is that it doesn’t matter how much scripture you throw at me. It doesn’t matter how many questions you ask me about my knowledge of god, Jesus or salvation. It doesn’t matter how much you try to convince me that you are right and I am wrong.
Your imagination is not my reality. I do not believe in god. Therefor your scripture is worthless, you questions go no where and I will know that I am right.
Feel free to pray for me if you’d like.
and everyone else for that matter.
What if NEITHER heaven nor hell exist? What if when you die, you do just that? You just die and that’s the end of the story? Is that so bad? Why can’t life be treasured for as long as we are living and then when we die, we just…no longer exist?
Do you remember what it was like before you were born? I know I sure don’t and I’m guessing that’s about how it’ll be after I die.
Correct me if I’m wrong, but the biggest reason people believe in “god” is because of death, right? They are afraid of dying and want eternal life. They have been convinced that if they don’t accept Jesus as their savior or do enough good deeds that they will go to hell. Even if they aren’t or don’t believe in being “born again”, many people still believe that there is a heaven and a hell and that “god” determines your ultimate destination.
Not to sound morbid, but I often wonder what my family would believe if f I die tomorrow. They aren’t particularly Christian, but they still hold on to the potential magic of god and fantasy of heaven. Last I heard my mom believes that god exists, everything happens for a reason and if you’re a good person, you’ll go to heaven. I’m pretty sure she thinks I’m a good person, so I guess in her eyes I will be in heaven when we die. She and I will be in heaven together eating pasta and chocolate and have perfect bikini bodies. That would be nice, wouldn’t it?! Too bad it’s not true.
Unfortunately, that kind of heaven doesn’t really exist. NO kind of afterlife-heaven exists at least not the pearly gates kind. Therefore, when I die, I hope to leave behind good memories of me with the people who are still living because that’s what heaven is. Heaven and hell are only what we create on earth, during the time that we’re alive and what we leave for those who are still living. Our bodies rot, well mostly…sort of—depending when and how you’re buried, but that’s it- that’s the end. We go back to not knowing, not existing, just like before we were born and the memories of us live on- that is eternal life. Depending on the legacy you leave behind you may “live” one more generation or hundreds of generations but you won’t know a thing about it.