Atheism is, essentially, a negative position. It is not believing in a god, or actively believing there is no God, or choosing to not exercise any belief or non-belief concerning God, etc. Which ever flavor is given to atheism, it is a negative position.
In discussions with atheists, I don't hear any evidence for the validity of atheism. There are no "proofs" that God does not exist in atheist circles; at least, none that I have heard -- especially since you can't prove a negative regardi
He sat before me looking down at his plate,
I am so tired of being on the outside, he said,
There has never been a place where I have fit in,
No matter what I do,
Or how hard I try,
I end up in the same place,
As I listened,
Deep feelings of helplessness swam to the surface,
Nothing I could say would help,
So I just sat and took what he presented,
Letting go of my need to try to somehow fix him.
He has shared his past with me,
Guy Lyon Playfair
L.David Leiter of Willow Grove, Pennsylvania was for several years 'actively' engaged with the Philadelphia Association for Critical Thinking (PhACT) after being introduced to it by an old friend, a sometime CSICOP supporter who had left that organisation 'in protest over specific non-professional behaviour on their part'. This, Leiter has found, is 'a seemingly frequent complaint of former CSICOPers'.
Leiter is all for what he calls ordinary skepticism which 'acts to refi
Articles by Rupert Sheldrake
The Unbearable Brightness of Being Right
Rupert Sheldrake reviews Daniel Dennett's new book
Toronto Globe and Mail, February 4, 2006
Breaking the Spell: Religion as a Natural Phenomenon
by Daniel Dennett.
In this book, Daniel Dennett proclaims himself "bright." He is impressed by the success of homosexuals in calling themselves "gay," and, together with the evolutionist Richard Dawkins, he is trying to re-brand atheism.
The results so far have been
I stand still unmoving,
Trapped facing the corner I have put myself in,
Unending cycles yet unable to break free
Bringing me over and over again to this confined space.
I have been here so many tines,
Looking at the dust before me,
That lies all around me,
Covering the walls,
My soul choking on its fine mist like particles,
Leftovers from my own choices,
Perhaps vestiges of freedom unused.
Others unthinking reactions l
This is a long post, but well worth the read for those interested in NDE's
An Invitation to Hell From Strange Beings
[Howard Storm was in intense agony and dying.]
Struggling to say goodbye to my wife, I wrestled with my emotions. Telling her that I loved her very much was as much of a goodbye as I could utter because of my emotional distress.
Sort of relaxing and closing my eyes, I waited for the end. This was it, I felt. This was the big nothing, the big blackout, the one you never wa
Within each person that you see,
That man, or woman, walking beside you;
Children also laughing, crying, screaming, playing,
Each has an inner world with depths not yet fathomed.
Things hidden lie in the depths,
Perhaps sleeping not yet awakened from slumber;
Let sleeping dogs lie, so the saying goes.
Compulsive often repetitive,
For many, that is who they are, these voices.
First this emotion,
Christian Apologetics and Research Ministry www.carm.org
Most Christians mean well when they defend their faith. But, too often, many make fundamental errors when dialoguing with atheists. We need to make as few errors as possible, not simply to win an argument, but to help the atheist come to a saving relationship with the Lord Jesus.
Following are common mistakes made by theists when dialoguing with atheists.
Some Christians have labeled atheist
Today at least we have ideals,
Things we strive for,
Would like to be true, but the time is not yet.
We talk of brotherhood,
Learning to love those who are different,
Perhaps, at least in the area of ideas, we are evolving.
Yet in spite of that some things are getting worse,
Boundaries going up,
Primitive impulses once again in ascendance,
Raising fears and stereotypes,
With just enough truth to make them dangerous.
I see it rising within
Of Mice and Pen
Remote Viewers who Plunge into Unknown Realities
by PSI TECH President & Remote Viewer Joni Dourif
Imagine if you will, only the vast surface of the ocean…
You have seen its reflective cover many times. It’s expansive and it’s expressive. You take notice of it more when it curls up and crashes down and makes loud roaring sounds. But most of the time you just assume that it’s there “doing its ocean thing.” It has always been there, on the edge of your awarene
Dr. Michael Sabom is a cardiologist whose latest book, Light and Death, includes a detailed medical and scientific analysis of an amazing near-death experience of a woman named Pam Reynolds. She underwent a rare operation to remove a giant basilar artery aneurysm in her brain that threatened her life. The size and location of the aneurysm, however, precluded its safe removal using the standard neuro-surgical techniques. She was referred to a doctor who had pioneered a daring surgical procedure k
Times come often for me
When faced with my own pretensions,
Standing broken before my shattered image
The broken shards lying around me,
My soul bleeding from truths ragged edge
Seeking to hide from love’s infinite gaze.
I seek dark places in which to hide
Calling the mountains to fall upon me,
Self-loathing my companion,
My heart like granite,
Cold and bitter.
To no avail do I seek sanctuary,
The light in my stone like heart abiding,
Allowing me not the iso
We all begin life fresh,
We are born,
Some into loving homes, others not,
Some have parents that support them,
Others into abusive households,
Men and women passing on what they were taught,
Unable to break the cycle.
Perhaps the majority land somewhere in the middle;
With parents who are good, but struggle with responsibilities overwhelming,
Perhaps the beginning the most difficult.
In any case we are all on a journey,
We are pilgrims
Moving forward on the ro
I sometimes want to just let go, let it rip,
Throw things, break windows, just yell,
A sort of freedom desired, short lived,
With results, or the fruit’s thereof, binding,
Perhaps leading to a kind of insanity if it becomes a habit,
Causing more problems than solving.
Holding everything in, pushing it down,
Hiding behind a smile,
Or just plain not showing inner emotions,
A secret, lest others see the chaos within, churning, brewing, cooking,
In the before
Where even nothing had no meaning,
No energy was,
Space and time where simply not yet,
Matter and energy in space micro-infinite
Exploded in light
Space began as energy expelled,
Expansion speeding up
Universe flying apart
Hurling through space,
Energy gone, only cold inert space left.
The end comes from beginnings.
Beginnings have causes
The uncaused with no beginning the source of all
Upon a throne severe she sits,
Made of stone enduring,
The color of ancient bone
Clothed in grey, her face set, stern.
Buffeted by life’s sorrows and tragedies,
Passing the test that endurance brings.
The sword in her hand, not for battle against others,
If wisdom has been attained.
Rather a symbol of discernment cutting through illusion,
Leading to compassion that is seen in her eyes,
By those with the courage to engage.
Wisdom comes from the embraci
He wanders forlorn,
From room to room,
Seeking a way out,
A closet perhaps a doorway to freedom,
Leading again only into darkness;
No exit found,
A world of Kafkaesque proposition.
Trapped in a castle not knowing why,
Or how he got there.
An endless journey,
Seeking things that are no longer……
Of the past,
Shadows real as if present,
Imprints from the past taken as if ‘now’.
Seeking over and over again,
The Raven jet black
Breaking the winter silence.
In winter months their call echoes,
The sky empty of other songs,
Melancholy in its timber.
Bringing to mind images of emptiness,
Life’s losses never to be found,
Such a sound the Raven’s Caw,
Healing in allowing remembrance to flow.
When you dig up the floor of reality, what lies beneath?
The floorboards on which we stand, does it cover only nothingness?
Does all energy dissipate?
Will the universe cool down and simply stop in the artic cold of deep space?
When my eyes finally close for the last time,
When my hour glass shatters, what remains?
Is eternal oblivion really the answer?
Oblivion is not even darkness,
Darkness is something,
Nothing is simply no-thing.
Is God possible?
It is more important to be alive than holy,
To be open to others rather than pious,
To be a sinner rather than a prude,
To be aware of oneself before judging others.
The greatest saint and the lowest sinner,
Brothers and sisters journeying together,
Pilgrims on the rocky path of life.
Perhaps in God's eyes not so far apart,
Each has depths unseen where grace does its work,
The chaos of life the binding force for it all.
We are told not to judge the hear
There are many rites of passage that most people go through as they journey down the road of life. Some of these passages are pleasant, others not so much….. then of course there are those that can terrify. I remember my first day of school like it was yesterday, 53 years ago. To say I was scared is an understatement, but I went, mostly because I had no choice, parents have a way of convincing children that they need to move forward.
Also beneath the fear there was also an excitement and th
In the morning the tree stood proud
For all to see.
Old, twisted from years of fighting the elements,
Trunk long and strong with limbs thick and rugged, spreading shade,
Roots deep in the earth, moist and fertile.
Centuries it existed alone,
Marked with wounds from storms,
Fiery strikes from the sky,
It beauty deepened by such.
Until one day it came,
Clouds dark and low,
Churning in dark beauty,
Struck in sh
I suppose that the last 7 years have been extremely interesting and enlightening for me and I have the internet to thank for that. In 1999 I sat down in front of a computer, learned how to connect to the internet and dove right in. Within a couple of days I was downloading, uploading, emailing, and getting drunk over all the information that was available to me by the simple click of an icon, or the typing in of an web address. It was like my brain became global; well I guess it did. For me
Simple, so obvious,
Yet often overlook.....what is really sought,
Often in ways self destructive,
As if we also seek to block that which is desired and longed for.
Sin, or ignorance, labels do not matter,
The fruit is the same.
The treasure hidden,
Is what we are made for
Buried in a field of confusion,
Longings that really build walls,
Until, if ever, what is needed is learned.
Seek to understand and love
In a small little known town,
A college stood unknown by most,
Famous in its own way, by the few needing to know.
Therein taught by a man of art,
Undistinguished by sight,
Yet in all others truly great in what he had to offer.
He had a way,
A path seemingly unique in the way it was trod.
Art became alive for those privileged to hear,
His poetic praises for beauty created,
Each piece lovingly presented,
Making art alive.
People around him blossomed for reasons often unkno