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Peter Martin said:Quiet! It was God's will! If He wanted everything documented with absolute precision, He would have simply possessed Pliny the Elder and forced him to write it all down, instead of relying on these half-educated types... 😁
Harold Reyes3 said:Leave the science out of it when you're talking about faith.
I can't do that! Science and my faith are two sides of the same coin.
Harun;31727400 said:I wouldn't call it mere guesswork! There's actual evidence for everything they believe. Honestly, if you're interested, I could even break down the scientific perspective on the whole thing for you.
Look, you can't really use science to explain faith. It's just not how it works.But there's no point in me trying to walk you through it if you've already decided everything is a sham anyway.
Take everything with a grain of salt... don't go charging headfirst into the bushes like a clumsy wrestler who just lost his footing!But let's think about this for a second. Suppose God actually exists, yet you refuse to believe? You won't believe in Jesus or Muhammad either—what do you think happens to you on Judgment Day? 🙄
Fear is the eternal engine behind belief, especially when people try to cling to things that seem totally unbelievable.😂
I'm not worried, though. To me, what you actually do matters way more than what you claim to believe. Besides, why is that any of my business?
Harold Reyes3 said:God responds:
28. And they know absolutely nothing about it; they just follow assumptions, and an assumption does zero favors for the truth.
171.... The Messiah, Jesus, Mary's son, is simply God's messenger—His word delivered to Mary, and the spirit of Him; so believe in God and His messengers....
The thing about skeptics is they love to speculate. "Maybe it was this, maybe it was that."
Timothy Robinson2 said:So you're saying you deny Jesus exists at all? Like, he's just some historical figure and nothing more? I guess.
Peter Martin said:Jesus died because he couldn't find a way to make his faith compatible with the realities of daily life. Why don't Christians actually follow him, and how have they managed to bridge that gap between belief and existence? You'll find out in the next installment of this journal... 😁
Jack Morris11 said:Honestly, this feels like a bigger miracle than seeing the Virgin Mary appearing over the entire Mediterranean Sea. It’s a perfect example of why you can't judge an entire religion based on just one person, whether you're looking at the good or the bad.
Brenda Cook4 said:Sure, all those conspiracy websites have gone absolutely wild over this 🙏 but honestly? I think it’s just a clear reflection from the fire. The camera shifted, and that's how the trail ended up looking like that. If you ask me, it looks more like a 12th Imam sign than anything else.😁
Brenda Cook4 said:It’s the exact same point jademarlin26 made... I could sit here and really chew on this for a while, trying to weigh the options: do we lean into hatred, or do we finally choose unity as a human race?
Sam Hayes said:I’ve come to realize that I don't actually understand what the word 'forgiveness' really means. In the past, I probably would have just called it making up with someone...
Benjamin Taylor6 said:Is this just some cosmic karma at work, or is it strictly Murphy's Law when life decides to hit you with one disaster after another? And I don't mean minor inconveniences—I mean a relentless string of nonsense that all follows the exact same pattern. Take my family, for instance:
1. My father was a highly successful captain who, quite suddenly at age 52, decided he was done with the grind. He moved back to his hometown and, instead of finding actual employment, started playing around with local landscaping projects. He ended up clashing with the local city council, and out of pure spite, he began renovating the waterfront—completely for free. Even professionals have noted that his labor was worth something like $45,000. All of it done just because he was being stubborn. By the end, he had turned the house he lived in into a total pigsty. You wouldn't even recognize him as a decorated sea captain from ten years ago. He passed away at 72.
2. Then there’s my father-in-law—my wife's dad—who also spiraled into becoming a massive slob. Honestly, no better than my own old man. Just a decade ago, he was a respected retiree, but now? He’s an 81-year-old eccentric who looks like he should be living in a barn.
3. My mother worked herself to the bone to build a three-unit house all on her own. She moved in seven years ago, and lately, she’s been descending into these strange paranoias. It isn't even about cleanliness; it's about the neighbors—or rather, it's about her. She won't talk to anyone; she finds everyone annoying and refuses to see or hear a soul. Now she’s started claiming she sees swarms of mosquitoes that aren't actually there. I try to reason with her, but it's useless. I actually get criticized for being "blind" because I can't see the imaginary clouds of bugs! I’d love to move in closer since I'm an only child, but there is absolutely no way. She can't fathom anyone else living under her roof, even though she has three separate apartments in the house.
She doesn't even think about renting them out, despite having a steady Social Security check of $600. She won't even turn the heat on in the house; she’d rather save money for some nonsensical whim. She’s 70, for heaven's sake.
It feels bizarre to have this many eccentrics concentrated in one family unit. Is this karma, or is it dharma? Or maybe it's just bad luck hitting me all at once? 😂
Note: From my perspective, all these situations were economically detrimental. My only wish was for my family to be decent, polite, and sociable—for us all to live well. But none of that happened. Living with these people was impossible. In fact, sometimes you just have to RUN.
It seems like the anti-law of attraction is working in my case. I rub the magic lamp, but instead of a genie, out pops venomous poison!!!!! 😂
Anyway, I've laid out my situation here, blending it somewhat with various stories from acquaintances:
Jeremy Alvarez5 said:Nikola Tesla was easily one of the most legendary figures to ever walk the earth, and he’s earned so much respect over the years. His life story isn't even *that* long ago, so I guess you could say people have already started weaving all these myths and legends around his biography.
Since he was such a famous inventor, even the tiny, mundane details about how he lived really fascinated people. If I recall correctly, he might have even kept a journal at some point. I’ve spent quite a bit of time looking into his life—watching documentaries (like those special feature CDs you’d get with magazines from the Tree of Knowledge, or just random TV specials), reading a book that was part of a high school curriculum back in the old days of the US, listening to lectures from the New Acropolis, and just browsing around online.
There’s a lot of talk about how he barely slept, or how he absolutely hated going to doctors, even when he actually had health issues. He used to obsessively count distances he walked or whatever, and he would basically build his entire inventions in his mind before ever touching a tool. He was also a huge advocate for world peace, never married, and apparently, because his work pace was so intense, he just couldn't find anyone who could actually keep up with him. He’d host a press conference once a year and stuff like that. One thing I found particularly interesting in his biography was how, despite sleeping so little, he mentioned dreaming or visualizing himself traveling all over the place right before drifting off (he was a big reader, too). He’d sometimes wait for these mental images to appear, noting that if they didn't show up, he knew he was in for a long, restless night.
I’m actually really curious about that part from a spiritual perspective. Could anyone weigh in on this based on your own experiences with meditation or anything similar?
I’ve sat through so many conversations where people just leave me completely speechless... hearing things like, "I love you, I feel you in my soul... deep in my heart... but it's like someone ripped you out of me. That incredible spark I had all this time? It's gone. You're physically attractive—believe me, I'm drawn to you—but I don't want to be intimate with you without that connection. Without it, it feels like nothing more than hollow sex, and that's just not what I want with you..." It's like I've split into two different people , one side of me craves you intensely... while the other part is pushing me away." Looking into those pale, empty eyes, seeing that total lack of interest... I just can't recognize the man who used to be my entire world anymore.
He's being haunted by this sense of being torn in two; one part of him wants to be alone... while the other part wants me to stay right here...
google1;29931608 said:I honestly don't get it... I mean, I just don't see what the big deal is. Especially when you're out on the streets—how can someone actually get lost? If you know where you're headed, you know where you're headed! And if you don't? You just ask someone for directions or pull up a map on your phone and boom, you're good to go. Even in a grocery store, it makes no sense to me how you could lose your way. You saw where you walked in, you can see the checkout lanes, and you know what else is on your list, right?
Everyone perceives space and time differently. For some people, it takes a split second to get their bearings, but for others, they might need an hour and fifty different strangers passing by before it clicks...😁The only thing that makes sense to me is if you're totally zoned out. Like, if you're so mentally preoccupied that you're walking on autopilot without even thinking about your destination. That happens to me all the time when I'm "reading"—I'll get so lost in a story that I'm still physically turning pages, but then I realize I have absolutely no clue what I just read in the last two paragraphs! But even then, you just snap out of it, refocus, and you're fine.
I remember once losing my sense of direction at a huge open-air market in Washington, D.C.... I was trying to take some photos, and it was driving me absolutely crazy!
But hey, I figured it out eventually.😉
rustydrifter10 said:Well, that would be some pretty solid advice if I actually knew my left from my right! 🙈
I honestly have to stop and figure out which hand I'm writing with just to get my bearings on which side is which. 🙈
dustypilot11 said:Yeah... you either gotta focus and memorize everything or take notes. Some people just get it naturally.
Not every neighborhood has landmarks like a bakery or a barber shop, either.
Like, in that first post, they mentioned hallways and shelves. Honestly, it's all the same to me.
And whatever, even if you're driving, one wrong turn, or walking into a Target with too many exits, or just plain "forgetting" what you saw—it's instant chaos. It feels like someone just dropped you out of a helicopter in the middle of nowhere and left you to figure it out.
dustypilot11 said:You can't really "learn" it, but if you're obsessed, just look for landmarks. When I'm driving solo to somewhere new, I grab physical maps and printouts from Google Maps. Or just ask someone. I always head out early since I know damn well I'm gonna get lost. Since I travel alone so much, I just bring a GPS and some paper maps.
If I still manage to lose my way despite the directions, I just trust my gut. I just keep driving until I hit something. 😁
The rest of it doesn't bother me at all—people can think whatever they want, everyone's got their issues. As long as it doesn't stop me from hitting the road because I'm scared of getting turned around.
And people always try to "adopt" me, men or women, once they see what they're dealing with. First they don't believe it, then they start treating me like a toddler. 😁
Then when we get back from a business trip where I was behind the wheel, they spend weeks retelling the whole story. 😁
Jesse Rivera5 said:Honestly, my sense of direction is easily the worst on the planet. I find myself getting lost at least twice a week, even when I’m just wandering through the neighborhood I’ve lived in for decades...
It started out as a joke everyone laughed at, but now it’s just frustrating, and I’m starting to feel pretty incompetent about it.
And don't even get me started on my trips to Chicago; I go there so often I should be able to navigate it in my sleep, yet every single time I arrive, it feels like I’m stepping into a foreign country for the very first time...
I wish it were something you could actually train, but my spatial awareness is so fundamentally broken that it’s becoming genuinely concerning...