18-09-2009, 11:00 AM
Damien Lloyd Wrote:I have now started my own religion based on science that has nothing to do with aliens and volcanoes. As the information from our eyes is upside down and our brain reinterprets that information flipping everything around enabling me to percieve the universe. I have concluded that as the universe I perceive is in fact just my brains interpretation of that information my brain essentially creates everything in the universe when I wake in the morning and open my eyes. So I am God. Now you may be thinking "Ah hah, but when you wake you are merely looking at and therefore only creating what is around you and not the entire universe". And it would seem as though my theory is relative and we are all indeed gods. But that theses would depend on the answer to a question posed often by my disciples "do we exist when you are not here?"
I freely admit I was extremely high when I discovered my new religion after a friend mentioned something about a tree falling in the woods killing a butterfly in a tornado which made no sense but sent my mind racing.
Get away.
I've met God and I know what you look like also, and God didn't look like you. Although there was a family resemblance, I admit.
God is tall. So am I. God has white hair. So do I. God loves grapes. I love red wine too.
And God can see a very long way. And since I have had my cataract operations I can see a gnat scratch his balls at a thousand yards.
I, therefore, have to conclude (and it must by now be clear to everyone else) that I am God and that you are an impostor.
My wrath should descend upon you for trying to purloin my street cred, but I've enough on my hands in Israel as it is.
Sin-cerely Yours,
David Jehovah.
The shadow is a moral problem that challenges the whole ego-personality, for no one can become conscious of the shadow without considerable moral effort. To become conscious of it involves recognizing the dark aspects of the personality as present and real. This act is the essential condition for any kind of self-knowledge.
Carl Jung - Aion (1951). CW 9, Part II: P.14