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A friend of mine once blurted out that he and his girlfriend had become Christian and that I should too. I told him that if G-d was so great, he could find me on his own. That was twenty-five years ago (and I haven't seen him since, I beat it out of there as fast as I could go.) It is still my attitude. I couldn't teach you how to swim by debating with you about it any more than this kind of information can be persuasive when transmitted by words or documents. It's the wrong way to do it, that's all. AP |
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Really, just have a conversation without adding all this baggage to it. ~~ Paul |
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| Then you're wrong. You certainly wouldn't have done so with me. I've made around 15,000 posts on the jref and I've come across just about all the arguments. Even the most intelligent skeptics have wholly unjustified metaphysical suppositions regarding the nature of reality. |
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The same is slightly less true now about psi, but not completely. I know what I know, and that puts me at odds with a lot of beliefs held by a lot of people. I'd rather possess this knowledge than not, but the skeptical side of me has been humiliated in defeat, and that sometimes makes me groan when I find myself wading into one of these conversations. I haven't discussed the pk incidents yet, but they are the kind of thing that it makes me blush to repeat because I know how unbelievable they sound, and yet I lived through them and I'm not the only witness, so I put my brave face on and describe them anyway. It is an interesting way to experience life, to say the least. AP |
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| The same is slightly less true now about psi, but not completely. I know what I know, and that puts me at odds with a lot of beliefs held by a lot of people. I'd rather possess this knowledge than not, but the skeptical side of me has been humiliated in defeat, and that sometimes makes me groan when I find myself wading into one of these conversations. AP[/QUOTE] It's interesting that you have gone through a transition or transformation from being what I assume to be a "hard nosed skeptic" to a "believer" as it were. Was there a time when you would have argued in the vein of the more skeptical proponents at this site? When you say the skeptical side of you has been humiliated in defeat, does that mean you went through a kind of identity shift (ego death)? I'm curious about the psychological process of people heavily identified with one position that become disillusioned for one reason or another with their belief or as in your case, have experinces that are compelling enough to "defeat" the skeptical view. |
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I probably had my first OOBE when I was about seven or eight years old, followed closely by more, one of which I managed to verify on the day it happened. I thought it was interesting enough to mention to my school friends, but as an amazing coincidence or trick of memory. When, by the age of about twelve I had been given the nickname of "Lucky" and, for related reasons, "Moneybags", because of a weird propensity for getting the rolls I wanted in backgammon and Yahtzee (on top of strange "luck" in other areas also), I chalked it up to an unusual, but explainable random intersection of chance rolls and my desires. My friends, I would not have hesitated to point out, were superstitious, unintelligent, and illogical. When parts of my comic collection were stolen by burglars, I instantly knew who had done it (and was proven right), but this and other incidents like it, were just logical deduction based on available facts. If I'd looked more closely, I may have discovered there were fewer facts than I thought. When I ran into psi-belief combined with religion, I was very antagonistic, especially if it was a stranger. They were, I thought, as helpless as a frog on a dissection table, but not worth the effort to dissect. Better to flush them down the toilet and be done with the exercise. If pressed, I would attempt to illuminate their rudimentary consciousness by explaining why "G-d is a hopeful fantasy, invented by frightened, superstitious people, for the purpose of providing hope of continuation of consciousness and as a rather poor explanation for some observations of social and moral ills." The Bible, I would say "Is the most successful work of science fiction ever made, a lie from front to back, packed with 'miracles' that are totally impossible and only believable to extremely weak-minded people who are willing to accept domination of their thoughts by someone else, even if long dead." The words "idiots" and "morons" came to mind quickly in these situations, and just as quickly were assigned to anyone displaying the slightest inclination to believe in these things. I had a couple friends who were religious. One was Paul, a Mormon, and another was a Christian. In their behavior, I noticed a profound level of hypocrisy. They transparently lived as though they were the heathens they were so horrified by, but then wore their assumed cloak of righteousness as if theirs by right, regardless of their own performance of duty. Neither was particularly strong in school, while I was always the number one student at any school I attended (with a brief exception in eighth grade, when my best friend kept beating me by a point or two in math.) I didn't attend just any school either, I went to some of the best magnet schools in California, like Harker/Academy and Lynbrook High School. I liked Science so much that I did seven years of course work in one semester, when I was enrolled in an independent study science program. I subscribed to every science journal I could get my hands on, and read them all the way through more than once. I did experiments of my own devising whenever I could. I had, in other words, an investment in the pro-science/anti-psi position. Then I predicted a very long string of rolls in a backgammon game (the count is lost to my thirteen year-old self, who didn't write it down) and, though finding it interesting, explained it as an unusual coincidence. Then I dreamed of Porgy. Again, unusual coincidence. Then I dreamed of my future wife when I was 17 (my first and only date) and actually met her at 19. Again, my memory must have been playing tricks on me, she couldn't really be the same. Then a dream of being mugged in Amsterdam was played out only two weeks later (only mugging in my life, hopefully it stays that way). Again, coincidence. After that, a plane crash. When I was ten or eleven, I had a very weird experience that, although quite fascinating, was so weird that I didn't dare describe it to anyone at the time. I was embarrassed by it to such a degree that it became a dark secret. I don't even mention it in my book for the same reason, and only rarely have mentioned it to friends today. And now that I've built up the mystery, here is one of the weirdest things I've ever seen: At the time, I was attending a summer camp in the Santa Cruz mountains, just outside of Silicon Valley, where I lived. It was a Christian camp, a fact I didn't like, but I had to live with because otherwise my mother couldn't have afforded the fee. We were charity cases, and it was the only way to give us the experience of a camp, so this is how it was done. They read to the kids from the Bible every night, which I thought was stupid and insulting, so I ignored that bit as much as possible, and ridiculed the others whenever opportunity permitted. On one night, we were camped out in a big clearing. I woke up in the creek about a hundred yards away. I don't know how I got there (probably sleep-walked), just that that is my first experience of consciousness after going to sleep. I was totally soaked in cold creek water, and, as one might imagine, vividly awake. As I hauled myself out of the creek, with my eyes on the camp I intended rejoining, I saw what looked like hundreds of fairy creatures on the far end of the clearing, walking around and doing things to the trees and plants. I assumed this was a trick of vision, caused by the light, and that they were more likely a bunch of boy scouts or other kids hiking in the woods. But when I checked, I saw that it was a full moon, and there was plenty of light. I was sure they had to be kids of some description though, so I walked back to my camp, keeping my eyes on these creatures as I walked. Instead of resolving themselves into the forms I expected, the closer I got, the more distinct their strangeness became. They didn't look exactly like what would be found in a book of fairy creatures, but they were very similar. They weren't hiking anywhere, but occupied themselves with some kind of activity related to the vegetation in the area. I watched them continuously for about fifteen minutes, all the while trying to figure out which trick of the imagination was being played on me, and with such success. Then, shivering, I decided that they had to be a bunch of kids, whether they looked like it or not, and I had to change my clothes. And that was that. Much later, I was in the habit of describing my dreams to my girlfriend (later to be my wife), at the rate of about 5 a year, so when these things happened, she had a habit of pointing them out to me, a habit I didn't appreciate any more than the fact she was Christian. I decided that her religious superstitions forced her to interpret dreams as supernatural, at least sometimes, and reminded her that I didn't want to listen to such ill-advised supernatural religious mumbo-jumbo. If she had those impressions, as long as she kept them to herself, I didn't care, but otherwise, it might be time to reconsider our relationship. Then, in the same month, I dreamed of some winning lottery numbers (not the full list needed to win, but enough to be intriguing) and the Ramstein airshow disaster. With that, the final straw had been laid upon the proverbial camel's back, and I decided to find out more. As for your question of "ego death", at first it sounded strange to me, but after writing all this down, yes, it isn't a bad description of what happened. Eventually I realized that I had been wrong all along, and was ashamed at how badly I'd treated certain people when I was younger, and extremely mollified that I could have been so wrong about something that I actually had direct experience of. Of all people, one would have expected me to have understood this much earlier, but it didn't happen this way. I realized, in other words, that I had been unreasonably prejudiced on this subject, to a degree that resembled racism strongly. AP |
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| Paqart What an amazing journey! Thanks for the story. It sheds some light on how some of the skeptics on this site always find some way to discredit any research claim and if unable - resort to changing the standard. I think that any view of the world that becomes an ideology can create a rigid ego identity which directs ones perception towards anthing that supports it and away from anything that threatens it. I would imagine you are able to empathize somewhat with the skeptics on this site and maybe also understand what it might take to consider an alternate world view. It's interesting how you used the term racism to descibe your fromer attitude. I've encountered similar sentiments at this site coming from both sides. It appear to be the human condition to form tribal guilds around our beliefs and see anyone who believes differently as less than. |
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| Paqart, Wow - and all I had was a probably psychic cat (plus Rupert Sheldrake), some skeptics that weren't being honest, and increasing doubts about a physical basis for consciousness! I wonder what you think the big picture is that integrates all that. David |
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