you said that within an hour of speaking to your dad ill start shedding tears like a little baby. i said i doubt that.
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i'm sure your dad's a great guy, but i i found the hyperbolic praise a little funny.
i don't care.
i'm here shrugging my arms like it doesn't even matter. at least nothing to start an argument over.
just take it as it is, at face value.
but i'm sure if you were to meet someone like him and grew a fond relationship with him... there'd be moments that you'd recall, like saying, "yeah, that dude was a trip. everything he said was very insightful."
ah, heck... you've probably met someone like that already.
i can give you numerous cases/situations where people were taken by awe at what he was saying.
like for instance, i told this very same thing to one of my cousins... whom i hadn't seen for a long time. his response was just like yours, weird.
then in my uncle's funeral, my dad said a few words and everybody was driven by his speech. my cousin, months later, told me that i was right. and now he's been wanting to see my dad preach.
see, i'm only saying this to show you that spirituality is a big part of my life. this, i illustrate it through my dad. but i could go on and bring it closer to home. but i'd rather keep those to myself.
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i'm here shrugging my arms like it doesn't even matter. at least nothing to start an argument over.
just take it as it is, at face value.
but i'm sure if you were to meet someone like him and grew a fond relationship with him... there'd be moments that you'd recall, like saying, "yeah, that dude was a trip. everything he said was very insightful."
ah, heck... you've probably met someone like that already.
i can give you numerous cases/situations where people were taken by awe at what he was saying.
like for instance, i told this very same thing to one of my cousins... whom i hadn't seen for a long time. his response was just like yours, weird.
then in my uncle's funeral, my dad said a few words and everybody was driven by his speech. my cousin, months later, told me that i was right. and now he's been wanting to see my dad preach.
see, i'm only saying this to show you that spirituality is a big part of my life. this, i illustrate it through my dad. but i could go on and bring it closer to home. but i'd rather keep those to myself.
so you're saying you think your dad could reduce me to tears? im sure he's inspiring, but those fiery baptist preachers don't do anything but make me giggle. i didn't cry at my grandmother's funeral. i didn't cry when i lost 2 friends to suicide. i didn't cry while sobering up. and i sure as shit wouldn't cry becos i'm so awestruck by your amazing daddy.
like i said, im sure he's a great guy and good at what he does. im just saying i rather doubt he inspires this wailing and gnashing of teeth you ascribe to him.
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I probably cannot rationally and logically explain souls to you. I certainly couldn't do it scientifically, but I do believe that they exist.
Recently when my grandmother died, I was with her in her final weeks and also when she took her last breath. In the days leading up 'til that moment, she was no longer speaking and she lost conciousness in the last day or so, but during that time I could still feel her "presence" in the room. Knew that she was aware that I was with her. When she died, I could feel nothing. She was just gone. Now I realize that you would explain that as her brain having stopped and that other biological function had ceased, but to me it was more than that. I didn't have a great epiphany that she had gone to somewhere greater or that her "presence" was now in a different form. It was there and then it was gone. She was there and then she was gone. There was no sense of "God" being in the room for me. But the "essence" or "presence" of who she was, or is, it lives on inside me. I realize that to you that would be simply all that I have "learned" of her during my life but I do believe it is more than that. To me a "soul" is the essence of a person. It is more than their brain function, more than the hormonal reaction we have to each other, more than just a beating heart and breath going in and out. More than familiarity. A soul is the uniqueness, the individual specialness of a person. Never to be repeated. All of which you could probably explain with science and probably not something I have explained very well here, but to me the science of it is not enough. There is more to us than what can be explained scientifically and certainly, I believe, more to us than can be attributed to "God".
well there is a 21 gram diffrence of life right before death, not that it proves anything but something to ponder over, as i do believe we have souls.
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so you're saying you think your dad could reduce me to tears? im sure he's inspiring, but those fiery baptist preachers don't do anything but make me giggle. i didn't cry at my grandmother's funeral. i didn't cry when i lost 2 friends to suicide. i didn't cry while sobering up. and i sure as shit wouldn't cry becos i'm so awestruck by your amazing daddy.
like i said, im sure he's a great guy and good at what he does. im just saying i rather doubt he inspires this wailing and gnashing of teeth you ascribe to him.
so what dude... you're so critical. geez.... it doesn't matter.
you're kinda weird.
This isn't the land of opportunity, it's the land of competition.
well there is a 21 gram diffrence of life right before death, not that it proves anything but something to ponder over, as i do believe we have souls.
so everyone that's ever died, even those that did so in accidents, were weighed just prior to and again after they died to come up with this supposed 21 gram discrepency?
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Assuming that we do have souls, I don't see how that suddenly means there is a god. It just means we have some kind of life force inside of us that we have yet to understand. The idea of some kind of superior life force that has dominion over all life forces is a whole other concept.
so what dude... you're so critical. geez.... it doesn't matter.
you're kinda weird.
actually, i'd say the way you worship your dad and put him on a pedestal is kinda weird. anyway, i was just kinda poking fun at you with the first post, saying i rather doubt your dad would make me weep by his very presence. but you seemed to keep insisting that i would tremble in his awe-inspiring presence and that seems an incredibly weird thing to say to me, so i kept asking you about it to clarify. you shouldn't take yourself so seriously.
actually, i'd say the way you worship your dad and put him on a pedestal is kinda weird. anyway, i was just kinda poking fun at you with the first post, saying i rather doubt your dad would make me weep by his very presence. but you seemed to keep insisting that i would tremble in his awe-inspiring presence and that seems an incredibly weird thing to say to me, so i kept asking you about it to clarify. you shouldn't take yourself so seriously.
i'm not. i was just saying. i don't care dude. i wasn't even going to respond to any of your posts. it doesn't even matter to me. you know what i mean? i'm just here making conversation, yes about my dad. the tone of your post sound oddly bitter and very attacking most times. not that it matters though... cause i think i sound like that too sometimes. yes, you're weird.
hey..... if you can poke fun.... so can i.
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i'm not. i was just saying. i don't care dude. i wasn't even going to respond to any of your posts. it doesn't even matter to me. you know what i mean? i'm just here making conversation, yes about my dad. the tone of your post sound oddly bitter and very attacking most times. not that it matters though... cause i think i sound like that too sometimes. yes, you're weird.
hey..... if you can poke fun.... so can i.
You see a lot of yourself in your Dad. Identity can be a bitch, sometimes. That you find admirable, if not questionable qualities in one so intricately woven into your own existence is nothing less than what spiritual is.
i'm not. i was just saying. i don't care dude. i wasn't even going to respond to any of your posts. it doesn't even matter to me. you know what i mean? i'm just here making conversation, yes about my dad. the tone of your post sound oddly bitter and very attacking most times. not that it matters though... cause i think i sound like that too sometimes. yes, you're weird.
hey..... if you can poke fun.... so can i.
fair enough man. just seemed kinda fruity the way you said everyone your dad talks to cries like a teenage girl at an nsync concert.
I think he was just expressing an appreciation...
C'mon, you've never cried at something touching and profound?
nope. not that i recall. and it's cool if that's what he was doing, i was just calling him on the hyperbole and he kept insisting it wasn't. if he'd said "yeah ok, maybe you wouldn't spontaneously burst into tears just by shaking his hand, but he's an amazing guy" that woulda been the end. but he kept on with the "no way man! my dad is so cool! it's all true! you'd cry dude, swear to god!"
nope. not that i recall. and it's cool if that's what he was doing, i was just calling him on the hyperbole and he kept insisting it wasn't. if he'd said "yeah ok, maybe you wouldn't spontaneously burst into tears just by shaking his hand, but he's an amazing guy" that woulda been the end. but he kept on with the "no way man! my dad is so cool! it's all true! you'd cry dude, swear to god!"
By AMT standards, I suppose I can concur with you that it was a bit TMI. He should have expected the backlash. Then again, he's just being himself on a topic that we are all a part of.
We all have our Dads.
nope. not that i recall. and it's cool if that's what he was doing, i was just calling him on the hyperbole and he kept insisting it wasn't. if he'd said "yeah ok, maybe you wouldn't spontaneously burst into tears just by shaking his hand, but he's an amazing guy" that woulda been the end. but he kept on with the "no way man! my dad is so cool! it's all true! you'd cry dude, swear to god!"
no i didn't dude. i said i don't care... you're such a liar.
This isn't the land of opportunity, it's the land of competition.
fair enough man. just seemed kinda fruity the way you said everyone your dad talks to cries like a teenage girl at an nsync concert.
it was a figure of speech. like i said earlier, you're very critical. yeah, i'm exaggerating a little bit even though it's true.... i've seen my dad be brutally honest to even a mexican mobster in mexico. he was tripped out at my dad and couldn't say anything. my dad's just one of those crazy dudes, what can i say?
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But the "essence" or "presence" of who she was, or is, it lives on inside me. I realize that to you that would be simply all that I have "learned" of her during my life but I do believe it is more than that. To me a "soul" is the essence of a person.
wonderful words Jeanie, i specifically took those couple of sentences of your text so that they can stand out.
You see a lot of yourself in your Dad. Identity can be a bitch, sometimes. That you find admirable, if not questionable qualities in one so intricately woven into your own existence is nothing less than what spiritual is.
well, there's definitely a connection of some kind. as i'm sure he's able to connect with others on that same level.
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What is you reason for your belief in spirits and/or souls?
What evidence supports your belief?
What is the logical steps taken to this conclusion?
...
Here's my take...
I believe that we possess a spirit.. an energy that is life. The soul is the conscience of the spirit and you fill with your life experiences... your loves, your hates... your caring and your selfishness.... your forgiveness and your vengance. I try to fill my soul with those positive things.
You all know by now that I reject religion. That whole concept of paying hommage to a god through the conduit of a church... which operates from a set of rules and doctrines written by Men to support a system that relys on monetary gains.
Religion tends to tie actions or deeds with rewards in order to make its keep. People say they are good and do good deeds in order to get into Heaven. The reward is Heaven... doesn't that mean that good deeds are done with conditions tied to them? Why not do good things just because they are good things to do?
So, the way I'm operating... I'm letting go of God. I'm going to be the judge of me when I die. Why? Because I am the only one who knows me... knows when I'm lying... or feeling hatred towards others. People can bullshit other people... and I think those people truely think they'll be able to bullshit God. That's why I'm leaving God out of the Judgement Business. I don't know if God is watching over me... but, I know that I am. I cannot make confessions to myself and forgive mysel so I can reload and take pot shots at people again. I have to live with me and I accept all of my failures and make no excuses for them.
I don't know what happens when we die... do we pass to another level on consciousness or do we pass into a void? I don't know.. and I know that no one here knows. All i do know is that I've got this short period here and now and i'm not going to squander it away worrying about what happens afterwards. I don't do things that I do in order for the reward of getting into an exclusive club after I die... I do things simply because I feel they are the right things to do.
And if I can carry on in this manner... I can feel secure in my life and my soul.
...
And in the end.. if God is the Judge and I was supposed to spend my life worshpipping Him in church on Sunday... meeting His demands that I love Him. Well, He's not the unconditional loving God I made Him out to be... but, at least my soul will know how i spent my life.
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i see. you have made a career of defending the faith here, said in this thread you try to model your father, and brag about how people come for miles to hear him preach, and then you tell me his moralizing had nothing to do with the situation you described?
is this a rhetorical question of somekind or are you looking for an answer? cause while we're here talking about spirits/souls.... the attributes and experiences i've found with my family and friends are great way to approach the topic. it comes closer to home. i'm not trying to preach here. just sharing.... sorry if it bothers you. if you want i'll stop posting.
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i'm here shrugging my arms like it doesn't even matter. at least nothing to start an argument over.
just take it as it is, at face value.
but i'm sure if you were to meet someone like him and grew a fond relationship with him... there'd be moments that you'd recall, like saying, "yeah, that dude was a trip. everything he said was very insightful."
ah, heck... you've probably met someone like that already.
i can give you numerous cases/situations where people were taken by awe at what he was saying.
like for instance, i told this very same thing to one of my cousins... whom i hadn't seen for a long time. his response was just like yours, weird.
then in my uncle's funeral, my dad said a few words and everybody was driven by his speech. my cousin, months later, told me that i was right. and now he's been wanting to see my dad preach.
see, i'm only saying this to show you that spirituality is a big part of my life. this, i illustrate it through my dad. but i could go on and bring it closer to home. but i'd rather keep those to myself.
so you're saying you think your dad could reduce me to tears? im sure he's inspiring, but those fiery baptist preachers don't do anything but make me giggle. i didn't cry at my grandmother's funeral. i didn't cry when i lost 2 friends to suicide. i didn't cry while sobering up. and i sure as shit wouldn't cry becos i'm so awestruck by your amazing daddy.
like i said, im sure he's a great guy and good at what he does. im just saying i rather doubt he inspires this wailing and gnashing of teeth you ascribe to him.
It's perfectly safe and I've been keeping it well cared for.
I probably cannot rationally and logically explain souls to you. I certainly couldn't do it scientifically, but I do believe that they exist.
Recently when my grandmother died, I was with her in her final weeks and also when she took her last breath. In the days leading up 'til that moment, she was no longer speaking and she lost conciousness in the last day or so, but during that time I could still feel her "presence" in the room. Knew that she was aware that I was with her. When she died, I could feel nothing. She was just gone. Now I realize that you would explain that as her brain having stopped and that other biological function had ceased, but to me it was more than that. I didn't have a great epiphany that she had gone to somewhere greater or that her "presence" was now in a different form. It was there and then it was gone. She was there and then she was gone. There was no sense of "God" being in the room for me. But the "essence" or "presence" of who she was, or is, it lives on inside me. I realize that to you that would be simply all that I have "learned" of her during my life but I do believe it is more than that. To me a "soul" is the essence of a person. It is more than their brain function, more than the hormonal reaction we have to each other, more than just a beating heart and breath going in and out. More than familiarity. A soul is the uniqueness, the individual specialness of a person. Never to be repeated. All of which you could probably explain with science and probably not something I have explained very well here, but to me the science of it is not enough. There is more to us than what can be explained scientifically and certainly, I believe, more to us than can be attributed to "God".
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you're kinda weird.
so everyone that's ever died, even those that did so in accidents, were weighed just prior to and again after they died to come up with this supposed 21 gram discrepency?
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
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actually, i'd say the way you worship your dad and put him on a pedestal is kinda weird. anyway, i was just kinda poking fun at you with the first post, saying i rather doubt your dad would make me weep by his very presence. but you seemed to keep insisting that i would tremble in his awe-inspiring presence and that seems an incredibly weird thing to say to me, so i kept asking you about it to clarify. you shouldn't take yourself so seriously.
hey..... if you can poke fun.... so can i.
You see a lot of yourself in your Dad. Identity can be a bitch, sometimes. That you find admirable, if not questionable qualities in one so intricately woven into your own existence is nothing less than what spiritual is.
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fair enough man. just seemed kinda fruity the way you said everyone your dad talks to cries like a teenage girl at an nsync concert.
C'mon, you've never cried at something touching and profound?
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nope. not that i recall. and it's cool if that's what he was doing, i was just calling him on the hyperbole and he kept insisting it wasn't. if he'd said "yeah ok, maybe you wouldn't spontaneously burst into tears just by shaking his hand, but he's an amazing guy" that woulda been the end. but he kept on with the "no way man! my dad is so cool! it's all true! you'd cry dude, swear to god!"
By AMT standards, I suppose I can concur with you that it was a bit TMI. He should have expected the backlash. Then again, he's just being himself on a topic that we are all a part of.
We all have our Dads.
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that's what i thought. did the mexican mobster throw down his guns embrace your dad's knees and renounce all violence before joining a seminary?
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wonderful words Jeanie, i specifically took those couple of sentences of your text so that they can stand out.
freaked out? the shit i've seen and done there's nothing your dad's jesus-fire-and-brimstone nonsense could do to me.
you seem to have some kind of dark experiences in the past with church or something.... cause you always sneak it in when it's completely irrelevant.
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nevermind. glad you dig your dad and all.
Here's my take...
I believe that we possess a spirit.. an energy that is life. The soul is the conscience of the spirit and you fill with your life experiences... your loves, your hates... your caring and your selfishness.... your forgiveness and your vengance. I try to fill my soul with those positive things.
You all know by now that I reject religion. That whole concept of paying hommage to a god through the conduit of a church... which operates from a set of rules and doctrines written by Men to support a system that relys on monetary gains.
Religion tends to tie actions or deeds with rewards in order to make its keep. People say they are good and do good deeds in order to get into Heaven. The reward is Heaven... doesn't that mean that good deeds are done with conditions tied to them? Why not do good things just because they are good things to do?
So, the way I'm operating... I'm letting go of God. I'm going to be the judge of me when I die. Why? Because I am the only one who knows me... knows when I'm lying... or feeling hatred towards others. People can bullshit other people... and I think those people truely think they'll be able to bullshit God. That's why I'm leaving God out of the Judgement Business. I don't know if God is watching over me... but, I know that I am. I cannot make confessions to myself and forgive mysel so I can reload and take pot shots at people again. I have to live with me and I accept all of my failures and make no excuses for them.
I don't know what happens when we die... do we pass to another level on consciousness or do we pass into a void? I don't know.. and I know that no one here knows. All i do know is that I've got this short period here and now and i'm not going to squander it away worrying about what happens afterwards. I don't do things that I do in order for the reward of getting into an exclusive club after I die... I do things simply because I feel they are the right things to do.
And if I can carry on in this manner... I can feel secure in my life and my soul.
...
And in the end.. if God is the Judge and I was supposed to spend my life worshpipping Him in church on Sunday... meeting His demands that I love Him. Well, He's not the unconditional loving God I made Him out to be... but, at least my soul will know how i spent my life.
Hail, Hail!!!