| On the Road to Hell Where their worm dieth not and the fire is not quenched. The Shrouid of Turin By James H. Crofford |
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| The Catholic Church has all it's Holy relics, like the shroud of Turin. They have did all kinds of test to prove it is the real shroud that Jesus was wrapped in when they took him off the cross. they ran radiation test, X-rays, carbon dating, DNA test, everything they could imagine and still found nothing conclusive. All they had to do is come to me. I could have told them. It's a phony. It's so obviously a fake. They just didn't use simple logic. Why if they had thrown something like that over his head the damn Halo would have burned a hole in it. |
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| I was looking at some old pictures I scanned on my computer when I came across this picture of my mom, me when I was a young boy , my nephew and my little dog Spooky. Behind my mom in front of the house is a row of shrubs. When I enlarged it I noticed something in the shrubs. It looked like the face of Jesus. It was Jesus alright, just as plain as the nose on your face. I realize this is the sort of thing that all religion is based on. Some people would take it as a sign from God. Even a skeptical persom like myself finds it to be a remarkable coincidence, but never the less, just shadows in the hedge. Thats what to me religion is, just shadows in the hedge, Christ I have my own personal Shroud of Turin. And mine looks more like Jesus than the Shroud. Shadows of images in the clouds are fun for the imagination. You know once I saw Santa Clause up there. |
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| What separates the Gods making one more believable than the other? Why are some cast into the realm of mytholigy while others remain viable, alive and ever present? Because the one you worship is the real God of course, and all the others are just flights of fantasy. Unless you happen to be worshiping the wrong one. Don't even think about it. That would be a desaster, unless there just isn't one. If you think about why you don't believe in all those other Gods, then maybe you can begin to understand why I don't believe in yours. |
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| There is a sect in the Far East who believe in a sleeping God, and that all reality is just the dream of this sleeping God. They have this giant, reclining God carved from stone, and dreaming up the universe. If he should ever awake all reality would be extuenguished in a flash. Natural disaster is caused by disturbance in his sleep. For example if he were to become restless and clear his throat or cough it could cause an earthquake or tornado. God forbid he roll over in bed, mountains would tremble, asteroids fall from the sky, volcanoes erupt, and all manner of plague break out across the face of the earth. The whole duty of man is to appease him. Not to disturb his slumber and keep him sleeping in a peaceful pleasant dream. Keep your babies from crying, don't allow children to make loud noises, never fight, steel, get drunk, beat your wife or kill an animal. Any unpleasant thing which might turn his dream into a nightmare is forbidden. Monks engage in pleasant soothing music, quite dancing and chants, or periods of silence, offering aromatic flowers, incense, rice and other serials to appease him. The way the Western World worship their God, would be a nightmare for shure. All that noisy prayer, loud church hymns, shouting, speaking in tongues, and jumping about would not only disturbe his slumber it might cause a nightmare creating all sorts of universal disaster. It might even wake him from his dream and cause instant obelivian. |
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