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15-04-2014, 03:23 PM
Freedom From Religion, Converted Human
Freedom! Elation! Happiness! Liberation! I am finally released from all things unnecessarily cumbersome and restrictive. I can breathe without limits and step without direction. I can jump off or jump onto whatever is intellectually satisfying. The liberal world, the scientific and mysterious world is now on my dinner plate. I am free to feast upon whatever is seemingly appetizing or unappetizing. I have rejected the chalky, suffocating, and contrived powdered milk of society and have chosen the organic, the real and genuine products of life. I have weaned myself off of the persecuting elements of societal pressure and decided to choose my own form of life’s many refreshments. No longer a slave of the consumer population, but now a farmer of the producing population seeking to create something brilliant or at least something satisfying for personal gratification and if I’m lucky, the gratification of mankind.

The cows graze the land, the sheep graze the land, the pigs lay in the shadows waiting for grain, and the chickens scratch around at the ground, pecking at the ground, all living absolutely without second thought. Living-without-second-thought, that is the both the ultimate goal and ultimate disease of humanity. Living without second thought while in bondage or living without thought in our genuine natures. I’ve given myself the second thought and now have rejected second thought for the sake of my genuine nature.

The Farmer, instead of controlling all elements of the farm, he allows them to live, tending only to the amount of effort necessary. He lets the animals graze and live and fight and thrive without censorship or control. Without this the animals and plants would surely be babied and stifled. Likewise, I have done the same with my mind, my intellect, my insanity. Instead of placing ridiculous angelic standards of perfection for my life, I have now succumbed to my sweet imperfect, insane humanity. I have embraced my natural impulses and tendencies. I can pro-create without the thought of fornication, and raise children with the power of humanity and not divine interaction. I can give money for the humanity of the choice and not for the salvation of the choice. When someone says something unethical I can say “fuck you” or I can say “I respect your opinion but you’re wrong,” but the beauty of both statements are the same freedom: speech. I can speak, have opinions, and express concern! I can accept the thoughts I have without internal judgment, write them down into syllable count and rhyme, or in lengthy revolting diatribe and release the cumbersome concerns that haunt my sleepless nights. I have released the cattle, fed the pigs, and tended to the garden and allowed it to live wild, to live genuine and I cannot wait to “reap” what I have “sown.”

Like the Farmer, I have adopted the methods that prove fruitful and not the ways assumed to be divine. I have accepted the cruel realities of my farm, my mental wild, my intellectual tendencies, and my moral convictions. I no longer have to pretend and contrive a life to be tortured, but I can life genuine. I love that word. Genuine, I still do not understand its definition, but luckily I do not have to define it, it defines it’s self. Its defining revelations produce pure humanity and art and its mysteries cause for the passionate journey for that humane, artistic revelation. It’s a beautiful cycle, one of which I look forward to its dizzy carousel of natural centripetal force of authenticity. I, like Holden Caulfield, have allowed life to live, and allowed its elements to simply exist for what they are.

I’m free of religious enterprise, authoritative dictates, and superstitious delusion. I can live and let others live. I can now befriend without scheduling a preemptive conversion for the friendship. I can now love and care for the sake of my humanity and the sake of humanity itself and not for the sake of old fables and allegories and the hopes for a celestial reward. I’ve embraced the inner Voltaire and seek for the future Emerson. I can live without discriminating and without accepting discrimination.

Reason and rational is now above faith and hopeful conclusions. Science, music, and literature is now my escape without restraint instead of repetitious scripture and nonsense leadership lectures that seek to restrain me. I am a sinner, I am an apostate, I am heretic and a heathen, and above all else: I am human and it feels so fucking good.

"A man should look for what is, and not for what he thinks should be."- Albert Einstein.

"We are just an advanced breed of monkeys on a minor planet of a very average star. But we can understand the Universe. That makes us something very special." Steven Hawking
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15-04-2014, 06:33 PM
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15-04-2014, 06:40 PM
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15-04-2014, 07:45 PM
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Pretty cool, huh? Big Grin

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16-04-2014, 03:33 AM
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(15-04-2014 03:23 PM)elconquistador Wrote:  Freedom! Elation! Happiness! Liberation! I am finally released from all things unnecessarily cumbersome and restrictive. I can breathe without limits and step without direction. I can jump off or jump onto whatever is intellectually satisfying. The liberal world, the scientific and mysterious world is now on my dinner plate. I am free to feast upon whatever is seemingly appetizing or unappetizing. I have rejected the chalky, suffocating, and contrived powdered milk of society and have chosen the organic, the real and genuine products of life. I have weaned myself off of the persecuting elements of societal pressure and decided to choose my own form of life’s many refreshments. No longer a slave of the consumer population, but now a farmer of the producing population seeking to create something brilliant or at least something satisfying for personal gratification and if I’m lucky, the gratification of mankind.

The cows graze the land, the sheep graze the land, the pigs lay in the shadows waiting for grain, and the chickens scratch around at the ground, pecking at the ground, all living absolutely without second thought. Living-without-second-thought, that is the both the ultimate goal and ultimate disease of humanity. Living without second thought while in bondage or living without thought in our genuine natures. I’ve given myself the second thought and now have rejected second thought for the sake of my genuine nature.

The Farmer, instead of controlling all elements of the farm, he allows them to live, tending only to the amount of effort necessary. He lets the animals graze and live and fight and thrive without censorship or control. Without this the animals and plants would surely be babied and stifled. Likewise, I have done the same with my mind, my intellect, my insanity. Instead of placing ridiculous angelic standards of perfection for my life, I have now succumbed to my sweet imperfect, insane humanity. I have embraced my natural impulses and tendencies. I can pro-create without the thought of fornication, and raise children with the power of humanity and not divine interaction. I can give money for the humanity of the choice and not for the salvation of the choice. When someone says something unethical I can say “fuck you” or I can say “I respect your opinion but you’re wrong,” but the beauty of both statements are the same freedom: speech. I can speak, have opinions, and express concern! I can accept the thoughts I have without internal judgment, write them down into syllable count and rhyme, or in lengthy revolting diatribe and release the cumbersome concerns that haunt my sleepless nights. I have released the cattle, fed the pigs, and tended to the garden and allowed it to live wild, to live genuine and I cannot wait to “reap” what I have “sown.”

Like the Farmer, I have adopted the methods that prove fruitful and not the ways assumed to be divine. I have accepted the cruel realities of my farm, my mental wild, my intellectual tendencies, and my moral convictions. I no longer have to pretend and contrive a life to be tortured, but I can life genuine. I love that word. Genuine, I still do not understand its definition, but luckily I do not have to define it, it defines it’s self. Its defining revelations produce pure humanity and art and its mysteries cause for the passionate journey for that humane, artistic revelation. It’s a beautiful cycle, one of which I look forward to its dizzy carousel of natural centripetal force of authenticity. I, like Holden Caulfield, have allowed life to live, and allowed its elements to simply exist for what they are.

I’m free of religious enterprise, authoritative dictates, and superstitious delusion. I can live and let others live. I can now befriend without scheduling a preemptive conversion for the friendship. I can now love and care for the sake of my humanity and the sake of humanity itself and not for the sake of old fables and allegories and the hopes for a celestial reward. I’ve embraced the inner Voltaire and seek for the future Emerson. I can live without discriminating and without accepting discrimination.

Reason and rational is now above faith and hopeful conclusions. Science, music, and literature is now my escape without restraint instead of repetitious scripture and nonsense leadership lectures that seek to restrain me. I am a sinner, I am an apostate, I am heretic and a heathen, and above all else: I am human and it feels so fucking good.

Jeebus.

Love your writing.

i'd like to hear more about your old life.
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16-04-2014, 03:39 AM
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Hello and welcome. Nice to meet you Thumbsup

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16-04-2014, 11:12 AM
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(16-04-2014 03:33 AM)Mark Fulton Wrote:  
(15-04-2014 03:23 PM)elconquistador Wrote:  Freedom! Elation! Happiness! Liberation! I am finally released from all things unnecessarily cumbersome and restrictive. I can breathe without limits and step without direction. I can jump off or jump onto whatever is intellectually satisfying. The liberal world, the scientific and mysterious world is now on my dinner plate. I am free to feast upon whatever is seemingly appetizing or unappetizing. I have rejected the chalky, suffocating, and contrived powdered milk of society and have chosen the organic, the real and genuine products of life. I have weaned myself off of the persecuting elements of societal pressure and decided to choose my own form of life’s many refreshments. No longer a slave of the consumer population, but now a farmer of the producing population seeking to create something brilliant or at least something satisfying for personal gratification and if I’m lucky, the gratification of mankind.

The cows graze the land, the sheep graze the land, the pigs lay in the shadows waiting for grain, and the chickens scratch around at the ground, pecking at the ground, all living absolutely without second thought. Living-without-second-thought, that is the both the ultimate goal and ultimate disease of humanity. Living without second thought while in bondage or living without thought in our genuine natures. I’ve given myself the second thought and now have rejected second thought for the sake of my genuine nature.

The Farmer, instead of controlling all elements of the farm, he allows them to live, tending only to the amount of effort necessary. He lets the animals graze and live and fight and thrive without censorship or control. Without this the animals and plants would surely be babied and stifled. Likewise, I have done the same with my mind, my intellect, my insanity. Instead of placing ridiculous angelic standards of perfection for my life, I have now succumbed to my sweet imperfect, insane humanity. I have embraced my natural impulses and tendencies. I can pro-create without the thought of fornication, and raise children with the power of humanity and not divine interaction. I can give money for the humanity of the choice and not for the salvation of the choice. When someone says something unethical I can say “fuck you” or I can say “I respect your opinion but you’re wrong,” but the beauty of both statements are the same freedom: speech. I can speak, have opinions, and express concern! I can accept the thoughts I have without internal judgment, write them down into syllable count and rhyme, or in lengthy revolting diatribe and release the cumbersome concerns that haunt my sleepless nights. I have released the cattle, fed the pigs, and tended to the garden and allowed it to live wild, to live genuine and I cannot wait to “reap” what I have “sown.”

Like the Farmer, I have adopted the methods that prove fruitful and not the ways assumed to be divine. I have accepted the cruel realities of my farm, my mental wild, my intellectual tendencies, and my moral convictions. I no longer have to pretend and contrive a life to be tortured, but I can life genuine. I love that word. Genuine, I still do not understand its definition, but luckily I do not have to define it, it defines it’s self. Its defining revelations produce pure humanity and art and its mysteries cause for the passionate journey for that humane, artistic revelation. It’s a beautiful cycle, one of which I look forward to its dizzy carousel of natural centripetal force of authenticity. I, like Holden Caulfield, have allowed life to live, and allowed its elements to simply exist for what they are.

I’m free of religious enterprise, authoritative dictates, and superstitious delusion. I can live and let others live. I can now befriend without scheduling a preemptive conversion for the friendship. I can now love and care for the sake of my humanity and the sake of humanity itself and not for the sake of old fables and allegories and the hopes for a celestial reward. I’ve embraced the inner Voltaire and seek for the future Emerson. I can live without discriminating and without accepting discrimination.

Reason and rational is now above faith and hopeful conclusions. Science, music, and literature is now my escape without restraint instead of repetitious scripture and nonsense leadership lectures that seek to restrain me. I am a sinner, I am an apostate, I am heretic and a heathen, and above all else: I am human and it feels so fucking good.

Jeebus.

Love your writing.

i'd like to hear more about your old life.
Thank you so much. I'll be sure to post some stuff or if you would like to converse, I'd quite enjoy that too! Big Grin

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16-04-2014, 11:26 AM
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Congrats and great writing gift you have! Reminds me of this rush song:
http://rushvault.com/2012/06/06/the-garden/
Enjoy!

“Truth does not demand belief. Scientists do not join hands every Sunday, singing, yes, gravity is real! I will have faith! I will be strong! I believe in my heart that what goes up, up, up, must come down, down, down. Amen! If they did, we would think they were pretty insecure about it.”
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16-04-2014, 07:00 PM
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(16-04-2014 11:12 AM)elconquistador Wrote:  
(16-04-2014 03:33 AM)Mark Fulton Wrote:  Jeebus.

Love your writing.

i'd like to hear more about your old life.
Thank you so much. I'll be sure to post some stuff or if you would like to converse, I'd quite enjoy that too! Big Grin

Are you an ex JW? Ex Mormon? Ex RC? Something else?
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17-04-2014, 09:22 AM
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(15-04-2014 03:23 PM)elconquistador Wrote:  Freedom! Elation! Happiness! Liberation! I am finally released from all things unnecessarily cumbersome and restrictive. I can breathe without limits and step without direction. I can jump off or jump onto whatever is intellectually satisfying. The liberal world, the scientific and mysterious world is now on my dinner plate. I am free to feast upon whatever is seemingly appetizing or unappetizing. I have rejected the chalky, suffocating, and contrived powdered milk of society and have chosen the organic, the real and genuine products of life. I have weaned myself off of the persecuting elements of societal pressure and decided to choose my own form of life’s many refreshments. No longer a slave of the consumer population, but now a farmer of the producing population seeking to create something brilliant or at least something satisfying for personal gratification and if I’m lucky, the gratification of mankind.

The cows graze the land, the sheep graze the land, the pigs lay in the shadows waiting for grain, and the chickens scratch around at the ground, pecking at the ground, all living absolutely without second thought. Living-without-second-thought, that is the both the ultimate goal and ultimate disease of humanity. Living without second thought while in bondage or living without thought in our genuine natures. I’ve given myself the second thought and now have rejected second thought for the sake of my genuine nature.

The Farmer, instead of controlling all elements of the farm, he allows them to live, tending only to the amount of effort necessary. He lets the animals graze and live and fight and thrive without censorship or control. Without this the animals and plants would surely be babied and stifled. Likewise, I have done the same with my mind, my intellect, my insanity. Instead of placing ridiculous angelic standards of perfection for my life, I have now succumbed to my sweet imperfect, insane humanity. I have embraced my natural impulses and tendencies. I can pro-create without the thought of fornication, and raise children with the power of humanity and not divine interaction. I can give money for the humanity of the choice and not for the salvation of the choice. When someone says something unethical I can say “fuck you” or I can say “I respect your opinion but you’re wrong,” but the beauty of both statements are the same freedom: speech. I can speak, have opinions, and express concern! I can accept the thoughts I have without internal judgment, write them down into syllable count and rhyme, or in lengthy revolting diatribe and release the cumbersome concerns that haunt my sleepless nights. I have released the cattle, fed the pigs, and tended to the garden and allowed it to live wild, to live genuine and I cannot wait to “reap” what I have “sown.”

Like the Farmer, I have adopted the methods that prove fruitful and not the ways assumed to be divine. I have accepted the cruel realities of my farm, my mental wild, my intellectual tendencies, and my moral convictions. I no longer have to pretend and contrive a life to be tortured, but I can life genuine. I love that word. Genuine, I still do not understand its definition, but luckily I do not have to define it, it defines it’s self. Its defining revelations produce pure humanity and art and its mysteries cause for the passionate journey for that humane, artistic revelation. It’s a beautiful cycle, one of which I look forward to its dizzy carousel of natural centripetal force of authenticity. I, like Holden Caulfield, have allowed life to live, and allowed its elements to simply exist for what they are.

I’m free of religious enterprise, authoritative dictates, and superstitious delusion. I can live and let others live. I can now befriend without scheduling a preemptive conversion for the friendship. I can now love and care for the sake of my humanity and the sake of humanity itself and not for the sake of old fables and allegories and the hopes for a celestial reward. I’ve embraced the inner Voltaire and seek for the future Emerson. I can live without discriminating and without accepting discrimination.

Reason and rational is now above faith and hopeful conclusions. Science, music, and literature is now my escape without restraint instead of repetitious scripture and nonsense leadership lectures that seek to restrain me. I am a sinner, I am an apostate, I am heretic and a heathen, and above all else: I am human and it feels so fucking good.

Are you a writer? Because that was brilliant!

Oh and welcome Smile
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