Faith is fear.
Religion is the systematic marketing of fear.
Blessed are the poor (donate heavily).
Blessed are the meek (obey).
Blessed are the humble (don’t question authority).
Blessed are the hungry (make us rich while you starve).
Blessed are the merciful (if you catch us doing something
wrong, let it go).
Blessed are the pure of heart (switch off your brain).
Blessed are the timid, the cowardly, the fearful. Blessed
are those who give us their power to become slaves.
That’s the kind of nonsense religion pushes on people. They
train you to turn your back on courage, strength, and conscious
living. This is stupidity, not divinity.
Religion will teach you to fear being different, to fear standing
up for yourself, and to fear being an independent thinker. It will
erode your self-trust by explaining why you’re unable to successfully manage life on your own terms: You are unworthy. You’re a sinner.
You’re unclean. You belong to a lesser caste. You are not enlightened.
Of course the solution is always the same — submit to the will of an
external authority. Believe that you’re inadequate. Give away your
power. Follow their rules and procedures. Live in fear for the rest
of your life, and hope it will all turn out okay in the end.
When you practice faith instead of conscious living, you live under
a cloak of fear. Eventually that cloak becomes so habitual you forget
it’s even there. It’s very sad when you reach the point where you
can’t even remember what it feels like to wield creative freedom over
your own life, independent of what you’ve been conditioned to believe.
Faith is the coward’s substitute for courage. It’s also really good marketing if you’re the one who controls the faith. If you’re afraid or unwilling to assume total responsibility for your life, you’re a perfect match for religion.
Fear in one part of your life invariably spreads to all other parts — you can’t compartmentalize it. If you find yourself frustrated because you’re too afraid to follow your dreams, to talk to members of the opposite sex, to speak up for yourself, etc., then a good place to start is to rid your life of all religious nonsense. Don’t let fear get a foothold in your consciousness.
Stop trying to comfort yourself by swallowing religious rubbish. If you really need something to believe in, then believe in your own potential. Put your trust in your own intellect. Stop giving away your power.
Dump the safety-in-numbers silliness. Just because a lot of people believe stupid stuff doesn’t mean it isn’t stupid. It just means that stupidity is popular on this planet. When people are in a state of fear, they’ll swallow just about anything to comfort themselves, including the bastion of stupidity known as religion.
Religion is spiritual immaturity. It’s entirely possible to enjoy your life without spending so much of it bent over in submission. Pull your head out of your rear, and look around with your own two eyes. If you need something to worship, then feel grateful for your own conscious mind. Pull it out of the cobwebs, and boot it up.
Besides… if some popular religious version of God does exist, there’s a good chance he’s a complete and total idiot. He made us in his image, right? So perhaps we shouldn’t be so quick to worship an entity so lacking in intelligence. We’re better off on our own.
God isn’t going to smite you for not formally worshipping him. If he didn’t smite me by now, it’s a safe bet you’ll slide beneath the radar as well. And if that doesn’t work, you can borrow my fake ID. I’ve been baptized and confirmed, and I’m the son of an altar boy and the nephew of a priest, so I’m sure I’ll be fine. - - - Steve Pavlina
Thanks to schools, colleges, and universities established with the financial support of the church in the Philippines, the majority of Filipinos are born not to be educated to be the intelligent masters of health, hygiene, and sanitation. Filipinos are born to be the sick victims of religion in cahoots with corruption. Indeed, for the greater glory of God up there, we Filipinos are born to enjoy a corrupt and a sick society as the Sick Man of Asia down
here. - - - Poch Suzara