When I believed, I thought I had conversations with God. I prayed for hours (so sad, the time, the time!) and then I would wait for a response. When talking about this we would say things like, "I knew in my heart he was telling me to do this...” Bullshit. I thought my conscience was the Holy Spirit. I applied my knowledge of God's personality (what he approves, his love, his judgment, etc) and then made my own assumptions of what he would respond. When this came to my mind I felt so emotional and high (per se) that I felt it was a supernatural experience. All the goose bumps, the nervousness shivers, the adrenaline combined with the music at church playing (or the serenity of loneliness at home) and the motivation of so many people feeling the same things creates a sensation (delusion) of a supernatural force. This is why I always say I was cured from a mental illness. It sounds offensive, and I would have been very offended back then, but this is my conclusion now.
Pointing around: "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, you're cool, fuck you, I'm out!"
Half Baked
"Let the atheists come to me, and stop keeping them away, because the kingdom of heathens belongs to people like these." -Saint Bacon
Half Baked
"Let the atheists come to me, and stop keeping them away, because the kingdom of heathens belongs to people like these." -Saint Bacon
