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What Is Really Out There; via The Universe


Do you remember everything you learned in bible school?

Everything about Jesus, Mary and Moses.

About never sinning and always being loyal to God.

Learning how Jesus, God’s own son, sacrificed himself just to save us from our own sins.

Learning about Noah’s Arch and all his animal friends.

Was it really learning, or just phony story time?

Is the bible fiction, or just a piece of literature?

These are thoughts I always had when I went to church.

I was forced to go to church every Sunday and Wednesday.

Forced to read the bible, and remember every holy word in it.

I began to hate Church.

I began to hate God. 

Shouldn't it of been my choice if I wanted to believe in Christ?

I began to think the only thing “God” was going to help me with was afterlife.

Think about it Christians ask God for forgiveness, but why?

Just for one day after death when they go for his judgment he’ll forgive them of their sins.

Just so they can make it in to Heaven.

That is if he even really existed.

I went on for a really long time thinking this way.

I would share my opinion about God to anyone that cared to listen.

I had arguments with people who did believe.

I would even try to persuade them to think as if God didn't exist.

Asking them how different their life would be without him.

They began to ask me “What did you believe in if it isn't God?”.

I then became a strong believer in Evolution.

I backed myself up with the theory that we all evolved from monkeys.

 I should have done more research on these theories however.

After watching a documentary about the formation of the Earth it hit me.

Space holds all elements known to man.

Our whole universe was created from space.

But who or what created space?

Space has no top or bottom.

Space has no start or finish.

So how did it become to exist?

Did it create itself?

How would that even be scientifically possible?

This brings me to think and believe in something new, again.

I now believe that there isn't a God, but there is a being.

Maybe not physical, and maybe just in thought.

Something or someone science couldn't explain.

Space didn't just evolve or appear.

It had to be created.

 

However I no longer hate God, and I no longer love God.

I believe in a powerful very wrathful being.

That can make anything happen far beyond the means of you and I.

The being passes no judgment to anyone.

The being is only here to watch the universe keep living.

Something we should all start doing.

Quit letting others opinions get to us.

Quit living lives we all don’t want.

Quit saying no to things you really want to do.

For all we know we only get this one to live.

Why not live it to the fullest?

No one ever in existent has ever known what is really out there; via the universe.

That is pretty awesome and kind of terrifying. 

 

 

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