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- Jun 15, 2019
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A thought in response to the sometimes existing fear of being reincarnated as something in worse context/shape or specifically punished somehow because of suicide in this life:
whoever brought or encouraged the idea of karma (to be exact: the reward/punishment element of it) might have come from the same place as people who promoted the idea of hell. There is always someone interested in finding a button in this or that ideology that brings hope, and then in pushing that button. And feeling good.
On the topic:
I don't believe in god, but if it exists, I felt it once.
I had some months ago an experience of pure love, directed to no one in particular, just coming out of me. It was maybe a minute, it felt infinite. A minute of infinite good. In the middle of that, I heard a spark (a microsecond of sound, but which on a second time-dimension never stopped). If god exists, he is the sound of that spark. Whatever nasty ugly ass life I had before and I'll ever have, I will say it was worth it. That spark was the meaning of everything.
I was not on any substance. Just before that, I had had a moment of such sharp unsurmountable infinite pain, that it burned me. It cleaned something.
whoever brought or encouraged the idea of karma (to be exact: the reward/punishment element of it) might have come from the same place as people who promoted the idea of hell. There is always someone interested in finding a button in this or that ideology that brings hope, and then in pushing that button. And feeling good.
On the topic:
I don't believe in god, but if it exists, I felt it once.
I had some months ago an experience of pure love, directed to no one in particular, just coming out of me. It was maybe a minute, it felt infinite. A minute of infinite good. In the middle of that, I heard a spark (a microsecond of sound, but which on a second time-dimension never stopped). If god exists, he is the sound of that spark. Whatever nasty ugly ass life I had before and I'll ever have, I will say it was worth it. That spark was the meaning of everything.
I was not on any substance. Just before that, I had had a moment of such sharp unsurmountable infinite pain, that it burned me. It cleaned something.
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