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God Is Not A Kindly Grandpa
The Creator Is More Like Terence Fletcher From Whiplash
I’ve always had problems with God — not least of which is the question of His very existence.
I mean, how can you say something that is inseparable from everything that is, was and ever will be has its own existence?
I think the very question, “Does God exist?” is kinda meaningless in itself.
The idea of some all-powerful being who sits on a throne on some rarefied plane of existence, dispensing judgement, reward and punishment to His ‘subjects’ below is one which I dismissed as ludicrously unfeasible when I was about 6 years old. Forty-five years later I’ve still not been convinced otherwise.
Yet, after decades of meditation, entheogen (mis)use and studying the ‘spiritual’ or ‘mystical’ experiences of other people, I don’t subscribe to the purely scientific worldview, which essentially puts everything down to ‘chance’ and ‘accident’, either.
Too many people have shared the same direct apprehension that, ultimately, we are all parts of one unifying consciousness, beyond time and space, to dismiss this as delusive mumbo-jumbo, drug-addled illusion or insanity.
Besides, the natural world seems to contain too many unfeasibly improbable wonders for me to…
