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Why I Don’t Believe

First off I have trouble with organized religion period. I don’t believe there should be rules in how you worship whatever you believe in. As far as sins go, I think the bottom line needs to be, be a good person. Yes things like not stealing and killing are considered sins, but they should also be considered common sense. I have trouble believing things like premarital sex are sinful. As long as no one is being hurt in the process, it should be considered to be a beautiful expression of emotion, and that is not dirty or bad. For the record, if I had to choose between stealing food or my family starving to death, I’d steal the food. I don’t think that would make me a bad person, just a concerned and overwhelmed mother.

I also, and I blame BPD for this, have a lot of trouble believe in things I can’t touch or see. The bible is 1 part common sense, which works for me, and 1 part blind faith. That last part is where you lose me. I can touch and see my goddess daily. She is the earth we walk on. The mother of life. To me it’s common sense that with every mother there is a father. So I consider there to be a god, who is the father. So you can see a connection there to organized religion. Which is why I acknowledge the god I believe in might be one and the same to the god my mother believes in; but that does not mean my beliefs align with hers.

I believe in evolution. There is scientific evidence for this that I can see, that scientists have touched. There is no blind faith involved, just an understanding in science and how things work.

I think we are here to learn. I think each life spent on earth is another chance to learn a lesson. Something solid. Things that make us a good, solid, whole person. I don’t know what my lesson is, but I’ve guessing it deals with happiness and depression. I believe that once we’ve learned everything we need to be enlightened, over many of hundreds of life spans, we no longer need to walk the earth and that we can be at one with the mother and father. For we, as their children are a part of them and they are a part of us. This means I believe in reincarnation. It also means I don’t believe in heaven or hell. I believe we go somewhere, a greater plain of existence, though I’d never presume to attach a name to it. I’ve never been there, so how would I know.

I know that last part takes a lot of blind faith. Right after saying I have trouble with blind faith. But after a lot of reading a soul search, that is simply what makes the most sense to me and what I can be comfortable with. So it’s easier for me to believe.

I’m done rambling for now. However, I’m sure I’ll come back to this topic. I feel my BPD greatly affects my beliefs, so this can be considered an important topic.

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