Heliocentric Bullshit No.94

Heliocentric Bullshit is the title of a weekly newsletter that i used to post for a while and decided to continue. It’s located at tinyletter but i’ll post it here also for the time being.

Faith

I planned to write about the latest Star Wars reveals and gossip but there are other, more informed and elaborate people already doing that and i can keep the text for when i don’t have an idea what i could write.

Faith; an amazing thing. If enough people believe in something it seems to become a reality; if one believes hard enough it might become a reality for others, sometimes years after entropy set an end to them. 

What i want to write about is humanities faith in things bigger than themselves. First of all, this is not supposed to be a dump on religion, in my narrow view of the history of organized religion, it has not only hurt a lot of people but is one of the stepping stones to the world we live in today. Hmm, that does not absolve it either….for a large number of people it provided and still provides a moral compass; a guideline for people to keep the weapons of mass destruction in their silos. Others see it as a bank account for the eternal afterlife; and pressing the red button will be forgiven if you hail Mary yourself into unconsciousness.

I remember when i was introduced to believe in a certain power that is supposed to create us, guide us and then calls us back into its fold: the father, the son and the holy ghost, God.
My parents never talked with me about religious matters, that happened in religious education in school. They got me with a great hook: stories. Everything was introduced to us via tales told in historical context; thus legitimizing the claim that they’re true. And frankly it felt good to believe that there is some all powerful otherworldly force that has your back if you behave by a certain set of rules that make sense to keep a societal structure stable.
Alongside i had my encounters with members of the clergy[1]. The priests i met all were positive people giving off a genuine vibe of wanting to make the world a better place for everybody; and i wanted to do that too.
So i started at the beginning and read the bible. Not in its entirety, but the best of and i took the odd passage and tried to find a life situation where it could be applied. My Grandfather was very supportive of my decision and got me books about different religions and the philosophies behind them. And that went on for a while until i started to take a long look at the don’ts. And what people were willing to do to each other to remind each other of them and that God could resemble Clint Eastwood if he thought you should change lawns. To boil it down to the core, i feared i wasn’t worthy because i discovered masturbating was fun.

That is my problem, i’m sure that a priest is taking (his) things into his own hands when nature calls, and an almighty being should have better things to do than be upset because we’re relieving our stress levels. But it made me reconsider my decision; if i freak out about this then religion is something that i should avoid. So i joined the local black metal enthusiasts to get it out of my system. Which isn’t the most mature thing i could have done but led me to my current stance on religion: Believe in what suits you while respecting the health and boundaries of the people around you.

If some religious organization is trying to recruit me these days, i tell them “If the lord has a place for everyone, then mine is the grumbler.” and it is accepted and we agree on having had a nice talk and gonour separate ways.
I guess deep down there is still a kid that accepts the idea of god and truly wants to believe in him, but there is also the part that grew with time, who saw and learned about the godless acts that man is able to perform and therefore stopped believing.
I try to believe that my fellow humans will do the right thing, but things aren’t looking rosy.


Thank You for your time!


[1] If they were of a exploitative nature my mind still does a good job with keeping the procedures hidden from my memory.

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