I immediately rush to the internet and ask anonymous people to explain it. I usually accept the first explanation offered, and never change my mind.
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My ex father in law asked if Id be interested in going to his church with him to attend a healing given by Patrick San Francesco, founder of The Light Movement.
Being with where I was at in my spiritual journey I was interested in going.
Not being someone who was physically sick, I wasnt at first sure of what to say.
When it came my turn to speak with him I simply told him that I was seeking enlightenment.
He did his thing and I left there, honestly, feeling a bit foolish. I let that feeling go, as I was being sincere.
From that day it was probably a week and a half afterwards when I caught my ex cheating on me. It wasnt until a bit more recently that I connected the two events in any way at all.
I try to use those two things I've been fortunate enough to possess by virtue of being human - logic and reason.![]()
A coincidence is not a connection...
Perception is everything.
No, reality is everything. And perception doesn't determine reality. Just because you drop a hit of acid and see spiders everywhere doesn't mean the spiders ever existed. That doesn't change just because you take away the acid and substitute misunderstanding.
I was on a roof in Iraq lighting up a cigarette when an 88mm mortar dropped three meters from me. I was well inside the kill radius of that round, with no more than shorts and a t-shirt to protect my body. The blast knocked me backwards down the stairs to the roof, with expletives flying from me barely audible over the ringing in my ears. Checking myself to see how bad I was, I soon realized that I didn't have a scratch on me. We went up to do a crater inspect and found shrapnel at 1 inch intervals at chest level in the wall behind where I was standing. Some guys told me it was a miracle I was alive at all, let alone totally uninjured. I told them the truth, it wasn't a miracle, I just got extremely lucky. The shock wave from the round knocked me down the stairs before the shrapnel could catch up to it. There's a logical explanation for everything.
You dont believe in miracles, I dont believe in luck.
MatticusMania said:I respectfully disagree.
You dont believe in miracles, I dont believe in luck.
... I ask a bunch of questions until I either get an answer I can live with or something more interesting turns up and I file it for later.
(That slow timeless clarity is not unusual, it's fairly common in reports of near-death situations. I experienced it once when a handgun was pressed into my stomach. Some folks describe it as your ego getting out of the way so you can figure out how to react better. I dunno ... )
Are we allowed to pick both options and double our chances of good stuff happening?
I don't believe in either. Stuff happens.
Are we allowed to pick both options and double our chances of good stuff happening?
No, reality is everything. And perception doesn't determine reality. Just because you drop a hit of acid and see spiders everywhere doesn't mean the spiders ever existed. That doesn't change just because you take away the acid and substitute misunderstanding.