What's up everybody.
I'm from the United States, more specifically the Midwest. I grew up with religion, at times, mildly shoved down my throat. Nothing too insane... i.e. I wasn't home schooled by Creationists or forced to attend Jesus Camp or anything like that. My grandparents did make me go to my confirmation (I think that's the right word for it :/) because they, at the time, considered themselves Catholic. Though I suspect they did so due to pressure from my great grandparents who were alive at that time. I also attended some 'PSR' classes, or whatever they were called, which were basically classes on religion held after school at a nearby church.
Besides that, my dad definitely tried to shove some 700 club style Revelations BS down my throat. This lead to me questioning a lot of things and later realizing that I never really believed in any of that in the first place. I eventually read the Bible almost in its entirety and realized that it's just a book of loosely connected (at best) fictional stories.
I don't really buy into the idea of there ACTUALLY being someone named Jesus. The evidence, in my opinion, is shaky at best, despite the fact that historians have supposedly already come to a consensus on this according to some people. Just doesn't seem to make sense to me.
I consider myself to be an agnostic atheist, as well as a Satanist. And no, that is not a contradiction.
I don't know if I really ever did believe in a god, but if I did, my trajectory was basically going from Christian to deist to agnostic (as the word is defined in common usage) to a pretty decided agnostic atheist with maybe SOME new age type spiritual inclinations, to a very decided agnostic atheist with no spiritual inclinations whatsoever, to a Satanist.
I am not spiritual, I am a materialist, an egoist and a Satanist. Spirituality is just as silly to me as religion, but to each their own I suppose.
I look forward to having some interesting conversations here and maybe even learning a little bit (or a lot) from you guys.
I'm from the United States, more specifically the Midwest. I grew up with religion, at times, mildly shoved down my throat. Nothing too insane... i.e. I wasn't home schooled by Creationists or forced to attend Jesus Camp or anything like that. My grandparents did make me go to my confirmation (I think that's the right word for it :/) because they, at the time, considered themselves Catholic. Though I suspect they did so due to pressure from my great grandparents who were alive at that time. I also attended some 'PSR' classes, or whatever they were called, which were basically classes on religion held after school at a nearby church.
Besides that, my dad definitely tried to shove some 700 club style Revelations BS down my throat. This lead to me questioning a lot of things and later realizing that I never really believed in any of that in the first place. I eventually read the Bible almost in its entirety and realized that it's just a book of loosely connected (at best) fictional stories.
I don't really buy into the idea of there ACTUALLY being someone named Jesus. The evidence, in my opinion, is shaky at best, despite the fact that historians have supposedly already come to a consensus on this according to some people. Just doesn't seem to make sense to me.
I consider myself to be an agnostic atheist, as well as a Satanist. And no, that is not a contradiction.
I don't know if I really ever did believe in a god, but if I did, my trajectory was basically going from Christian to deist to agnostic (as the word is defined in common usage) to a pretty decided agnostic atheist with maybe SOME new age type spiritual inclinations, to a very decided agnostic atheist with no spiritual inclinations whatsoever, to a Satanist.
I am not spiritual, I am a materialist, an egoist and a Satanist. Spirituality is just as silly to me as religion, but to each their own I suppose.
I look forward to having some interesting conversations here and maybe even learning a little bit (or a lot) from you guys.
“Love is the only bow on Life’s dark cloud. It is the morning and the evening star. It shines upon the babe, and sheds its radiance on the quiet tomb. It is the mother of art, inspirer of poet, patriot and philosopher.
It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
