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Originally posted by Wizard_Mon1@9 March 2004 - 02:15
Fear of death is misunderstanding, thinking that its a bad thing and not accepting it is what causes fear of death because if you really understood the nature of life you would not fear death. People fear death for a number of reasons but the root is mis-understanding.
I never said "death" was "bad", I said is an uncontrollable unknown. If I were to lock you in a car bound in rope and set you rolling down a hill towards a cliff, you would be afraid right? So you pretend that a loving God is actually controlling the car and will guide you safely to the bottom. This is your psychological defense mechanism to deal with a situation that has a known end and a situation you are unable to do anything about.
I don't create God, I just hope the cliff is only a foot high.
Maybe death is a "bad" thing or maybe it is a "good" thing, nobody knows. We fear what we do not know, that is why we are afraid, at night, when we hear those sounds coming from the cellar.
Fearing of falling from a tree is a built up experience and it is similar to how phobias are built, you have a bad experience and that leads you to not wanting to do it again. This experience plays on your mind when ever you see a tree so you built up a habitual thought that tree are scarey or bad. In essence your mind is reacting due to previous experience to a thing that is no longer threatening. Due to previous experience you have developed a concept, that is not neccessarily correct (mis-understanding), that trees are dangerous. Trees in them selves are not dangerous many people climb trees and don't get hurt, so fear of them is due to personal mis-understanding produced from previous experience.
How do you distort an abstract concept of impact velocity=initial velocity + acceleration* time to equate to a fear of trees. That is just ridiculous. I don't have to fall from a tree to know that hurts, I just have to understand Newtonian physics. Chosing not to climb a tree is a matter of risk versus benefit. I might want an apple, but I must recognize that a fall is possible. I enjoy climbing trees, I was just giving an example. Phobias, btw, are defined as irrational fears
Maybe just maybe god is not this psychological support mechanism that you suggest and maybe it is this concept that different religions talk about and prey to and revere. I am not looking to convert anyone. How do you know your right, do you understand this universe better than anyone else, surely thats just ignorant arrogance. I am sorry but fear is not the creater of god or good religious teachers fear is an emotion and emotions if recognised properly are all the same by nature. To be a good religious teacher you should be the master of your emotions and recognise that fear is the product of a mis-understanding of your self and something else e.g. duality.
Since most religions are based on "do what I say and you will be rewarded" and I have clearly explained how fear might drive us to create such a coping mechanism, your "maybe just maybe" probably isn't.
I'm not saying I'm right, I just admit to myself that there is a logical explanation for the creation of God. I can't believe the fairy tales that are told to me. I would like to, no, I would LOVE to, I just can't.
If someone where to tell the religious teacher they had misunderstood then there would no longer be any mis-understanding provided the teacher acknowleged thier mistake. Maybe god doesn't need to work on his communication maybe its us that need to open our ears.
Nice platitude.
To be honest, you sound like a young man who has or had a mentor who has strongly influenced you. Your knowledge is a hodge-podge of Freudian psychology and Eastern philosophy and it strikes me as a bit confused.
When the bunny rabbit stares into the teeth of the wolf, there is no "misunderstanding about death" going on, hell rabbits don't even understand the concept of death. But they have this thing called the sympathic nervous system that pours out norephinephrine and our mouths dry, pupils constrict, sweat glands gush and our hearts pound as we get the hell out of there. That is fear, baby..