BDSM and Religion

Why can I not take it literally that God protected her? She seems to think so, that God heard and answered her prayer to keep her safe, so why am I not allowed to take that same assumption and use it?

But that assumption makes you angry, do you think anger is good for you?
 
Why can I not take it literally that God protected her? She seems to think so, that God heard and answered her prayer to keep her safe, so why am I not allowed to take that same assumption and use it?

You don't have to. It's not your story. Your story is different. Your journey is different.
it was still several years before i could sit through a church service without thinking shit about the people there. i don't know. Spirituality is a personal journey of self exploration. Words that work for one, experiences that work for one, will not work for another. I think that is where my religious problems lay. who knows. sure as hell isn't me.
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i was thinking, i think part of my personal little religious kink is being able to say Fuck You to organized religion. Taking pure ecstasy over an alter. having a spiritual experience in a way that would make the little blue haired ladies say, oh shit! that whore! :eek: yep.
 
Of course not.

I read Whitman when I want insight into what it is to be human. I read the lawn mower manual when I want some help figuring out what all that black smoke means.

I find when I do it the other way around it isn't as useful, and in fact, enrages me.

Me too. I hope that if/when I should be dying in a hospital they can hook me up with someone to read "Brooklyn Ferry" to me, not some idiot chaplain with platitudes at the ready.
 
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the next time you are looking for something grander than ourselves, and God working in concrete ways, go to an adoption hearing on National Adoption Day. Look a child in the eyes, who was once almost dead, and see life shining through. Speak with a cancer survivor. Sometimes the signs are so clear, they blind us, and we look the other way.

i once heard the testimony of a woman who's entire village was massacred by soldiers in the 80's. She was the sole survivor. They ripped her three month old baby out of her arms and threw it to the floor. First they rounded up the men, and shot them. She was able to roll into thorny bushes and hide. she prayed to God that if He would keep her alive, she would testify to her experience. She would make sure her people's story was told. She heard her children screaming mama, as the soldiers rounded them up in front of the church and shot every child. Her throat went dry, and her tears made no sounds. she sobbed and shook burring herself deeper into the earth under the thorny bush. the women were the last to be shot - after they were raped. with all of the soldiers around, no one saw or heard her. She described the following days of hiding - of trying to avoid any human. She was found later, ragged, cut all over her body. Crying.

Her conviction when she shared her testimony was infectious. She described not having the courage or the strength, but receiving it from somewhere outside herself. She held true to her promise, and became a leader in fighting for justice. A humble peasant woman. no formal education. just one example. of grace. of the difference between inhumanity and Him.

while she told her story, a calmness came over her. a peace and beauty i have never seen. when she spoke her last words, she broke down in tears. released.

Is this El Mozote? Not that it would have to be, I'm sure the story was repeated often enough with School of the Americas on the loose.
 
Is this El Mozote? Not that it would have to be, I'm sure the story was repeated often enough with School of the Americas on the loose.

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/03/13/AR2007031301826.html

yeah. it was El Mozote. and there were multiple repeats of this same thing through the entire America's at the time. Her testimony effectively shed light over the country and area. Her experience giving her testimony, as she relived the experience every time, her words. in her language. as a very simple woman, she has helped shape the humanitarian movement in Central America. Giving once silent people, with no Voice, their Voice back.
 
I dont believe in God, at least not as some almighty being capable to affect my life in any way. I do believe in subconsciousness and I find it very scary.

This I can relate to. :D It's not so bad if you make friends with it.
 
i was thinking, i think part of my personal little religious kink is being able to say Fuck You to organized religion. Taking pure ecstasy over an alter. having a spiritual experience in a way that would make the little blue haired ladies say, oh shit! that whore! :eek: yep.

Our Lady of Delightfully Warped Sexual Imagery.

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you realize that this is one reason we fucking get along, twinkiegirl.
 
I assume you never found a good book describing insight in human mind when facing broken lawn mover then...

Poetry just is a way of expressing something. One can find insight in what is to be human in prose as well. Actually I believe one can find such insights everywhere if one pays attention. I have more problems in finding out what is it to be me and so far no religion or poetry or prose gave me much clue.

I believe absolutely, StrayKat, that you can find those insights everywhere if you pay attention. My weakness is that I don't. I need some help. Poetry reminds me to wake up. Prose, too. So do art, sex, architecture and nature. Also, I like Milk Duds for some reason.
 
Saul of Tarsus was a skinny rich Jew from a bustling diverse metropolis on the outskirts of the Empire, who got really sick and then well again and gave up his riches, hit the road, and became a fanatical proponent of this new religion. Like most Jews in showbiz, he changed his name and became Paul. He is the most profound influence on contemporary Christianity - I'd say even more than Jesus, in a lot of ways. What stayed in the Bible everyone reads is pretty much Paul's version of events, and what was axed was pretty much everything that contradicted it strongly.

(The events at Antioch likely contained a literal ass-whuppin from St. Pete. Paul is the winner in history, but he left Antioch in a hurry and probably not as voluntarily as he'd have you believe.)

Paul didn't much care for women, out went the Marian gospels and anything in which women were given a shot at being human beings. Paul obviously had an issue with male homosexuality, being a skinny Jew from Tarsus still, and so he lambasted the wicked for it. Jesus never said a thing about it.

Jesus never said a lot about a lot of things he supposedly demands. He never said how OFTEN you have to have wine and crackers, which has left the door open for the strife between Catholics and Prots for centuries. If he couldn't be assed to explain frequency of communion and he never mentioned homosexuals once in all four Gospels, you have to wonder.

Jesus basically said you have to be baptized and believe in him and you'll be saved. The rest of the extraneous rule set came from other mouths, not the Horse's in this case. For someone who hung out with societal dregs it doesn't seem to me like the rest of them were listening very carefully.

While Paul was converting nonbelievers and writing letters to the Corinthians to quit having too much sex at communion, (that bread, wine and love thy Neighbor thing led to the obvious for a lot of the earlies) there was a completely different early Christian world going on in a lot of places he simply wasn't.

The winners write the history. Paul was an unlikely winner when it came time to edit, and a HUGE winner when it's time to justify subjugating women or killing lots of Indians or whatever your program is to make the whole world have faith, no matter WHAT acts this might require. I don't even think the little fanatic would be pleased with what's been carried on based on things he'd said.

A lot of Christians follow his words much more devoutly than they ever followed Jesus.

This is good stuff. Well-written, and gives a solid reason why Christianity of today varies so much from the actual teachings and words of Christ.
 
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Love this topic...

I was raised a Catholic and now a recovering Catholic. I think that Catholic guilt is horrible. If "God" didn't want me to be such a filthy kinky woman why did he create me like this in the first place? *L*

I am deeply spiritual but just cannot buy into any organized religion. I believe that it's important in have faith in something higher and be tolerant of other beliefs than yourself; it can really help you in difficult times in your life. I do still think things happen for a reason and that there is/are higher being(s).

The more I read about Paganism the more I like it. Respecting others, appreciating mother earth and a very healthy place for pain/pleasure and pain/out of body experience with a huge following and fascinating history. I'm not sure I'll ever have a "title" to my beliefs but I do think about it consistantly.
 
Master Sir I appreciate the profound and deep answer you gave to this question. However I must respectfully disagree. If I understand you correctly, your argument is that"God " is actually higher than the Dom persona because if he chose to he could analiate us, however if any man did that he would be a serial killer.
While we do agree that whether are not you submit to " God" as the ultimate Dom or not does not change the fact that he is the ultimate (if you believe) Nor does a sub submitting to, or not submitting to you change the fact that your a Dom. Even without a sub a Dom is just that, in his mannerisms and way of handling things in life.
I think "God" shows us the ultimate skill of a Dom that is self control and the CHOICE not to inflict damanation when he could by all rights for he owns it all ( for sake of this argument)
and he gives us the CHOICE to submit or not to. Just as if a sub chooses not to submit they may miss out on extreme pleasure, but it is ultimately their CHOICE so the same is true of "God". just my opinion.please don't crucify me........
 
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