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Atheist for life. I'm not going to let some old book, a bunch of fairy tales, or what have you dictate how I live my life.

I personally cannot stand Christianity. I just can't. I'm okay with Christians, but if they start preaching or talking about it like they're just soooo right about the world, I go nuts. I'm more tolerant with other religions, but some people I know ruined paganism for me.

part atheistic, part satanic.

which means, i think the only god on ones live is yourself, and i don't care about other peoples religions. you don't try to convert me, and i wont convert you
i also greatly despise fanatic Christians. = those who claim that Jesus is right beside me this very moment, watching my every move and condemning the sin of picking my nose, and says that im going to hell because i spank my monkey.

Well, I am a christan but I belive in evolution and I prey in a diffrent way.

On some quiz my religoun would be Buddha.

And maybe paganisum...I guess for a reason *cough*fantasyanimes/manga,rpgs,Zelda,WoW,etc,*cough*

and btw, I belive in ghost.

I'm not going to go into detail about this and what I belive in because that will take too long and I'm not really intrested in this type of topics...("Why did you replied here then?")...because I was boared.

Ecumenical, very liberal Christian. I don't have a problem with other religions, just as long as they don't bash mine. I also tend to be an outcast among other Christians because of some of my views (avid Gay Rights supporter, I like the Ying-Yang philosophy, etc.)

-Mist

Catholic

Buddhist.

MissPickwickian seems to have been grasped by an ultimate concern.

A few days before her sixteenth birthday, a girl awoke with a desire for insight into the mysteries of God. This was a rather abrupt development, as she had gone to bed an atheist the night before. However, the girl often wakes up in odd moods, her whirring mind demanding she study architecture, tap on the wall twenty times, read Thomas Mann, or frantically make sure her mother is still alive. Yet something as strange and large as God was an especially unusual concern to have first thing in the morning.

That day she listened to Gregorian Chant on full volume, clasping her mother's crucifix and stimming, read the book of Genesis without irony, pondered the merits of Buddhism, and bowed down in the general direction of Mecca so as to see how it felt.

The girl was, of course, inclined to philosophy. Philosophers are made thus: They are of a large group of naturally logical thinkers birthed by the Earthling women. Most of the logical types will be satisfied with logic and go into mathematics, science, and technical fields. A small minority are not satisfied. They know enough
to know the limits of logic. They try to explain what no one can, and then they are called philosophers. They attempt to apply the reasoned principles they are wired with to untangle the great mysteries of man, one of which is called God.

The girl was made a philosopher, and possibly even a Theologian.

The girl was overtaken with the desire to learn more about the many incarnations of this God, whom she suddenly understood as being real. She didn't want to be confined to one religion, but she suddenly felt deeply religious (no mincing "spirituality" or agnosticism here). She did not want to loathe the non-believers or get political or some such; she wanted to go on her very own difficult and solitary journey to separate herself from the Mundane and pursue the Divine

MissPickwickian, friends, may be embarking on a strange, ecstatic, terrible journey into the depths of myth and wisdom and the caverns of her very own mind and soul. This she must do. For all you know, she may end up in Rome or Tibet, on a long and cheerful fast, or she might rid herself of her material possessions (including la laptop) and go wandering through Arizona. Autistics are capable of anything in the name of obsession. Be prepared for eccentric posts.

This is just as unnerving to me as it is to you.


****Note: This is a lazy-ass reposting. This was originally called "A Story of a Girl and the Concept of God" and was posted in the philosophy forum.****

Believe in God but don't believe in worshiping due to my upbring of not going to church or temple at all. (Dad=Catholic and Mom=Jewish)

In other words, I'm an Agnostic.

Agnostic, I guess. I think that there is probably a higher force/power (either not entirely benevolent, not omnipotent, both, or some other stuff...), but I'm not entirely sure. I was raised a Catholic.

I am a Christian, though I'm not the sort that wants to convert everybody and I believe that people should be able to have any religion (or lack thereof) they want. Though I do dislike people making fun of my religion.

i worship richard stallman lol not really i'm in a ufo cult

I'm an athesist who has some leanings towards my traditional Cowlitz (Indian) beliefs.

I'm a strong athiest, and I'm also believing if there's something out there, it won't affect me in anyway possible, so therefore even if there is proven that god exists I won't care.

I have a harsh opinion on religion = =