One of the biggest problems you are facing when trying to explain to people the damages of belonging to any of the man made religious organizations that are on sale these days, is the vacuum that is left when you take away the nonsense that is being used now.
I have always said that I have a problem attacking religion, unless I have an alternative to supply. We all know what religion is good for (other than business and keeping people stupid and weak), we all know what kind of crutch religion is for some people, especially people who are in hardship or facing a personal grief or misfortune.
Personally I think this crutch is not helping anyone, and is detrimental to our health as a species, but when confronted with suffering people even a cold hearted bastard like me is sometime persuaded to let them keep the crutch. They have so little as it is.
Basically it is like looking at a junkie homeless guy covered with filth and sores, lying in the street corner among his dirty needles and his own feces, asking for money. You KNOW he is going to buy drugs with that money. You know it. It is not just being mean, it is a fact of life, a junkie will buy the 'junk' before he will spend money on food. Or a bath. Or some disinfectant for the sores that run down his legs. It is what it is.
And you think to yourself, ok, maybe he will not buy a nutritious meal. Maybe the money WILL go immediately up his veins. But look at him, what does he have? At least let him have that 'high', at least let him have this escape from his wretched life for an hour.
That helps, right? He will feel SO much better with the wonderful drug running through his body making everything look…well, making everything not-look. Not be. Nothingness. Blessed sweet nothingness. For an hour. No sores. No hunger. No regrets. No broken hopes. Sweet sweet heaven of blissful white light.
It makes sense. Doesn’t it? You are helping him feel better. This is when I gather all my strength, and slap myself in the face as hard as I can. No mercy. An idiot must be stopped before he does more damage, and if that idiot is me, even worse. The slap has to be stronger.
Because, you see, letting people live with their horrible addiction to religion, is exactly the same. Feeling sorry for them and with this pity condemning them for a life of never-ending suffering, never ending slavery, never ending addiction.
I am very sorry you are suffering. I am very sorry it pains you not knowing why your son died of some disease. I am very sorry your house was blown away by a tornado, your family taken by a tsunami. I truly am. But I am very sorry, it is time you wake up.
By giving your soul to the pimps of religion and the shackles of dogma, you are not making things any better. It might feel better NOW, as the drug is running through your veins and you have somebody else to blame, somebody else who is responsible, there is a reason, there is a plan. Ten minutes. Twenty minutes. Half an hour….it is starting to wear off…time for another fix? Go pray to your god.
Now, you might be saying, but look, religion has so many wonderful things in it, and the bad things? Naaa…these are small and not really important. You are just being petty and selfish and you don’t understand. Maybe that is true. I have heard it so many times, that if I was less then smart I would probably start to believe it.
But I am not less than smart. I am not saying I am more than smart. Just smart. With open eyes.
Do you REALLY think the junkie on the street is aware to the gangrene in his leg? To the fact in a week or two he will be taken by force to the emergency room where it will be cut off to save his life? He doesn’t know. He doesn’t care. He is not really here. He is surrounded by this loving white light running through his veins.
Do you REALLY think the junkie on the street is aware to the fact he got HIV from a used needle last week? He doesn’t know. He doesn’t care. He is not here. He is surrounded by the loving light running through his veins.
Do you REALLY think the junkie on the street is aware to the fact he looks like a monstrosity more than a man because his face is peeling off and he got two teeth left at only thirty years of age? He doesn’t know. He doesn’t care. He is not here. He is surrounded by the loving light running through his veins.
Wake up. Shake the addiction, or AT LEAST see for one second the horrible damages done by, and in the name of religion. See the suffering caused by the stupid resolution you have a god that you should fight for, that you should sacrifice for, that you should be in awe of and bow to.
THAT is the real alternative. I don’t offer another god instead. I don’t even offer a philosophy or a scientific way. I am not a prophet, I am not a preacher. But the first step? Admitting you have a problem. And admitting this problem is causing SO much damage and giving so little back.
Don’t give in to the illusion of comfort, the dream of a bigger plan. Take the needle out of your arm, take responsibility of your life, and believe me, only once you pass those few days of rehab and detox, which seem like a nightmare now, you will finally see, finally, for the first time in your life, finally see what it is to be alive.
Really alive. With no excuses. With less crutches, with more options, and with a new born hope.
a new born hope that is all you.