(July 25, 2015 at 10:30 am)omnomnom Wrote:Okay, but why is same sex marriage morally/karmatically wrong then? Why is it wrong in the eyes of Buddhism?(July 25, 2015 at 10:05 am)Lemonvariable72 Wrote: Okay onom. What is the actual Buddhist reason you reject homosexuality?it just doesn't feel moral. To you whitr guys, gayism feels OK morally to you( idk European culture?). In India, (except for the temple owners and some of my friends), we don't go around fucking each other randomly (and especially same sex). Here in America, it became a moral mindblow to me. But hey, freedom is freedom, as long as your lifestyle is not effecting me, so go on, have some same-sex fuck. Supporting, chickening into, or doing something like that is bad energy being drained into me. I believe, based on one's net positive energy, you become reincarnated into what suits your changed conscience a few 100 cycles. And now American liberals are trying to force me into a downward slope. I don't want your morality rammed into my throat and make me go backward karmaticallh. I've already had enough problems in life. I don't want a shitty afterlife too and I need to make a stand.
(July 25, 2015 at 10:21 am)IATIA Wrote: So it would seem. Anyone that believes in god might as well believe in Santa and the Easter Bunny.I actually don't reject Zeus. I think the Greeks actually met the the third kind. That third kind is higher vibrational being that we can observe in dreams and in out of body experience. Similar to New age stuff.... Longgggg explanation if you want.
Tell me, why do you reject Zeus?
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.