Monday, October 24, 2011

Do Miracle Exist

Do you believe in miracles?
The human brain is an amazing organ and capable of producing miraculous feats. It is, in my opinion, a true god, more worthy than the gods our ancestors created eons ago. In reality, it should get credit for all perceived miracles and miraculous happenings instead of the conjured up gods.

Deceptive eyes and ears.
It is the same with your eyes and ears. They trick your brain into believing you saw something other than what it was. Who of us, at one time or another, has looked at something and saw it as something other than what it was.
Remember; back when you were a kid walking home late at night. Depending on your phobias, shadows become hungry bears, rapist or murderers lurking in bushes, behind trees or in dark alleys. You may hear someone say something other than what he or she actually said. Later, scratching your head, you may reason these things out knowing their true meaning, or maybe not. Maybe your parents raised you with the truth that the Easter Bunny and Santa Clause were mythical characters, and that bares and murderers were more scared of you than you were of them. Sensing your fear intensified their need to complete their objective.
Hypnosis
Some years ago, back when Moby Dick was a sardine, I had an overwhelming desire to learn the mysteries of hypnoses. I studied it, and learned a state of hypnoses can be self-induced, or people can laps into a hypnotic state without realizing it. One is capable of doing amazing things while in or out of a state of hypnoses. Whether you or someone else manipulates the brain, it makes little difference. One's brain evaluates actual events and perceived events equally. For instance, you can convince your brain/yourself that a part of your body has no feeling. Thus, one can have an operation without administering anesthetics. You trick your brain into believing your body part has no feeling. Have you ever watched someone punch needles through parts of their body? Either they were born without the ability to feel pain, or they had the knack to numb their body parts.
Through hypnoses, whether self induced or guided by another, one can perform many seemingly unbelievable things. I have experimented on myself enough to convince me this was possible. However, like my religious beliefs, I never had enough faith to go further.
Have faith.
In most cases, one must have faith or belief to go into a hypnotic trance/sleep/feel the spirit. A willing subject/Christian/believer and a practiced hypnotist/preacher/healer can put one into a trance with a snap of the finger or the putting on of a hand. Upon awakening, the subject will believe what the hypnotist, etc, suggested to them before or during their trance. This works without salting the audience with willing actors. The important thing is one must have faith, whether religious oriented or otherwise. Besides, in a crowd, there are always those who are good at putting on a show or having a desire to be in the limelight, and there are some of us, who came to watch the show/miracle.
Some examples
I knew a doctor once who had dental work done without having the dentist poke needles into his jaw. He had the ability to numb any part of his body at any time.
How many times have you discovered a cut or scrape on yourself and suddenly felt pain wondering why you had not noticed it before. You telegraphed to your brain that you had a booboo and you realized you needed to feel pain.
Once while sawing a board on my table saw, the board slipped and kicked back. It was not the first time I experienced this. I felt the kickback and repositioned the board glad that I had observed safety procedures of not standing behind the board. I started to finish the cut. Several seconds elapsed before I realized the cause of the kickback.
I noted blood smeared on the board dripping from my left thumb split open up to the knuckle. Then, I realized I should be feeling pain, and I did. It streaked from my numbed thumb all the way up to my arm and down my spine. I nearly passed out until I realized I was alone. My body knew something happened to it and delivered a shot of adrenalin. When my eyes delivered the fact to my brain, it said, "Feel this, sucker."
I have witnessed enough and experienced enough to convince myself, what Believers call miracles is nothing more than their minds working overtime. They sit in church mesmerized by the sermon giver and are lulled into a state of euphoric numbness. I had experienced this myself more than a few times back when I was a member of a congregation. For many, once away from church, they forget. I have been backsliding for over 47 years and I think I have finally found the real light.
Placebo medications have proven many times over that they heal one's ailments just as quickly and thoroughly as the real thing. Doctors give insistent-patients sugar pills to heal there perceived ailments. Whether good, bad or indifferent, many follow their leaders' suggestions and take a stroll down the primrose path. Are all these things miracles? I believe they are, but they are not divine related.
There have been accounts of people who died because they thought a poisonous snake had bitten them, when in actuality, a non-poisonous snake had bitten them, or, in some cases, nothing bit them at all. They merely thought a deadly snake lurked somewhere nearby and when a thorn pricked them; they assumed it was a snake and died of fright. Read HERE and HERE
How many times had someone pronounced dead come back to life? Maybe, they overheard the doctor or someone else pronounce them dead, or for some reason known to them only, they fell into a trance, later when reality hit them they returned to the living. Watch this, HERE  How many times has someone discovered this? How many times has it gone unnoticed? Here is a long but interesting article on dead and buried coming back to life.
No, I do not believe in miracles. They are cute and mostly not harmful, so what the hey? Let the believers have their beliefs. I have my own and I think mine are better. It's my right.


Sunday, October 9, 2011

Some Rants Ramblings and Observations


A niche for everyone and everyone in a niche
It seems everyone desires a unique classification or niche, something one can snuggle into and say, "This fits me just right, and makes me different from everyone else."Nowhere else is this more true than in religion, where even a sub denomination of a sub denomination and on and on, is not specific enough for some, so they form another group and another and yet another. It never ends. Maybe this is because each of us is a unique being. This difference is recognizable even in identical twins. What mother cannot identify one twin from the other? It's a matter of familiarity
This concept is now running rampant within the ranks of nonbelievers. It's not good enough to say "I'm an atheist or an agnostic." One must know to what degree and just how one does not believe. Are you a strong, medium or week atheist? Why do you not believe in God, Allah, Yahweh or any of the other names for the true god? Are you absolutely certain, somewhat certain or just not sure there is a god. Soon there will be as many nonbeliever sects as there are believer sects.
My god is the only god, your god sucks
The Bible says there is only one god. Any good believer will tell you there is only one god, God who created everything: the Earth and everything on it, the whole universe. My God, how can this be? Each sect claims his or her god did all this. The claim is, God dictated the Bible. Which one?
From the beginning, Man has never been satisfied with one god. We now have so many versions, it is difficult to count them, and we continue to dream up new ones. Does each of these gods provide a hereafter for their followers? This is for those who believe in a hereafter: not all believers believe this. Can you believe that? This is the reason Man invented gods. Man needed a place to retire for the rest of eternity. This is something else not everyone can agree with.
What about Hell
Is there such a place? The opposite place, you know, that hot spot where all nonbelievers and evil trash go to serve their master, i.e., the red guy, with horns and a tail. Never could understand the tail part. Maybe it represents another line of Man's evolution where the primitive tail never devolved. Not everyone can agree what hell is and what happens there. This all is one big hell-of-a mess.
Those who believe cannot believe why those who do not believe the same as they believe. Then, what happens to the reincarnated and those who believe in a god but do not believe in an afterlife? Does each god provide their chosen people with a planet, galaxy, universe or haven of their own?
If one is comfortable in one's beliefs or lack of them, does it make any difference to what degree one carries this? One either believes or does not believe. If there is only one god, and most think there is, does it not make sense he would want everyone to worship him in the same way. Those thinking different are not quite right in the head, I think.
A Victorious Victory
The other day a couple men knocked on my door and handed me a brochure. They smiled their pleasant smiles while I glanced at it, fanned the pages to verify that it was what I thought it was. I smiled and handed it back.
"You might want to give this to someone who may be interested and benefit from it." Their jubilant smiles faded into smirks of doubt. "I'm an atheist." Their jaws dropped and their eyes widened.
One quickly recovered "Well, what are you going to do when you die?" he said as a satisfied look filled his face.
"I'm going to rot like all other living things do," I replied. "He started to speak. I quickly stopped him with a raised hand. "We can stand here and argue until the cows come home and neither one of us will gain any ground."
They turned away and I watched them stroll back down my driveway. They gave me one more disbelieving look. I gave myself an atta-boy and turned back into the house.
I used to patiently stand and listen to these people make their spiel on their ideas on religion. Sometimes I even stated my views or objections. I soon learned this only incited them to longer ramblings about something of which I had no interest in. Then I began accepting their literature, quickly thanked them and shut the door before they began their practiced sermon. Later, I quit answering the door and they left their literature hanging on my doorknob.
When my vision finally cleared and I became convinced God was merely a concept created by our ancient ancestors that snowballed into what it is today, i.e. , a god created in the image of man and shredded into so many pieces the end result lacked any semblance to its original concept. I declared myself an Atheist.
Over the ages, I have endured the many religious zelots who darkened my doorstep. The cowards came in pairs to intimidate and batter me with carefully selected Bible quotes. Being the peaceful guy I am, I silently stood while they vented their beliefs on me. I seldom commented because I learned early on not to resist too much, otherwise, they would rant on until dark thirty.
Then I thought, what gives these inconsiderate religious fanatics the right to disturb my quietude and stuff their beliefs down my throat? It is disrespectful. Oh, I know, the Bible tells them this is what they should do. Not in my Bible! So what the hay, I thought. I'll do a little stuffing right back. I'll let them know right off, what I was and where I stood. This last time was my first attempt. I did what I said above, gained a quick satisfying victory and sent them scurrying down the road with hopes they would never darken my doorstep again. It has been a quiet and peaceful two weeks.

Christians get out of jail free in Bay Minette, Alabama. see HERE and HERE