DNA Proves Existence of a Designer

[pocaracas]

Yes, you were working with those people, but did you talk with them about what you were experiencing?
Or did you self-analyze? Doesn't every professional know that self-analyzing/self-diagnosing is typically a bad idea?


"Something" that, from what little you describe makes me wonder if it was not some sleep related thing... combined with an invisible&remote way of conducting electrical signals 📶


You didn't have a mysterious something to deal with when you were learning about Buddhism, so you never thought of it as an answer to any something.
That you sought Christianity in an attempt to answer your something is revealing of your predisposition towards it... or even prior engagement with it. Which makes me wonder as to why you say that you became a christian after this event. How did you see yourself, religiously, prior to that?
How was your upbringing, in terms of contact with religions? On what sort of society did you grow up?


Same here, man!  

Oh I spoke with them about it.  No need to self-diagnose.

Good, good!

Nope, wasn't some sleep-related electrical signals.

No batteries included!

How did I see myself before that?  Pretty much the same as I do now.  More times than not I look for natural explanations, but I also try not to carry any specific bias that would inhibit understanding in one form or another.  But then again, I would say I work from a more well-defined framework as to how I view the world around me.

You'll just have to take my word for it, but I'm probably once of the most annoyingly analytical person you could ever meet.  Even if I didn't want to be that way, it's just how I am.  I blame it on learning to play Chess when I was younger, and those same principles apply to life.  The strongest position to operate from is in the middle, then you work outward accordingly.

So.... are you saying that you were already christian?

Did you grow up around religion?  What is your outlook on life?

I grew up with little religion in my life.
What little I got came from my grandmother, on the few occasions that I was with her.
No one else said anything otherwise, so I assumed that to be true and generally accepted... then things started not making sense for religion and, for a while, I actually thought I was the only non-believer in the world.
Nowadays, my outlook on life is that it's worth living. It's full of beautiful things to be enjoyed and appreciated... no one seems to be enjoying anything after dying, nor before living, so this is my one chance at it and I want to make the most of it.