RE: Your stance on Hard Atheism
October 28, 2014 at 7:48 am
(This post was last modified: October 28, 2014 at 7:49 am by Lemonvariable72.)
Trmof, I believe I have heard of your kind of proof before, and let me make you aware of this. Preachers, especially evangelical preachers have been using hypnotic techniques on congregations for years, both knowingly and unknowingly. And when you have a audience that already has such a high suspension of disbelief, combined with your position of trust and authority, you can basically make them believe/feel anything. How do you think they get people to drink gasoline thinking its pineapple juice? You can also use hypnosis to self induce visions and all sorts of crazy shit. I did it once, had a vision of a bird of prey flying at me through my closed eyelids.
I'm not trying to demean your experience, as you have not shared the personal detials. However if I can induce a girl to orgasm through hypnosis then I would find it hard to explain why it would not be able to account for Christian spiritual experiences. That would make for some fascinating experimentation.
I'm sorry fro do, but all the sexual indeundos were too much.
I'm not trying to demean your experience, as you have not shared the personal detials. However if I can induce a girl to orgasm through hypnosis then I would find it hard to explain why it would not be able to account for Christian spiritual experiences. That would make for some fascinating experimentation.
(October 28, 2014 at 5:25 am)fr0d0 Wrote:(October 28, 2014 at 1:59 am)Cthulhu Dreaming Wrote: Absent a firm definition of what "hard atheism" (not to mention god(s)) means, the question is incoherent and I won't be answering the poll.
You're joking right?
The definition is too firm for you to make a stance, and if it were any looser it would become less coherent for you? Did I get that right?
I'm sorry fro do, but all the sexual indeundos were too much.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
