A week and a half ago, I either caught some bug or went down with food poisoning. Anyway, in the evening I suddenly felt like shit and my body temperature jumped to 40C. My mom gave me some medicine and told me to try and get some sleep. My state of mind felt a bit altered, and I started praying fervently to VALIS. My Gnostic faith has been on and off for the last few years, but in that moment, I was suddenly convinced that it was a test of some sort, and that the fickle nature of reality would be revealed to me if I wouldn’t waver in my belief. I felt that it’s a point where my life could change, possibly for the better.
Therefore, I thought of and swore three oaths: an oath of scholarship—to obtain both rational and subjective (“spiritual”) knowledge, and use it to search for truth; an oath of compassion—to treat all deserving beings with kindness and fairness, and to oppose evil with a healing word rather than hatred; and an oath of evangelism—to seek out fellow nutjobs who would be interested in this woo, and try to convert them. Hence this comment.
I kept praying for two hours or so, then slept for two more hours, and when I woke up I felt completely normal. The doctor came by later that day and found nothing wrong with me. I need to reflect on the whole thing more thoroughly. Anyway, I now believe with more certainty than before that there’s a benevolent entity (which I’ll keep calling VALIS, although she’s better known as St. Sophia) acting in the simulation around us, and that it influences minds and events subtly, helping a fallen spark from outside the simulation that is within us to break free of its bondage.
If you felt that this comment is worthless, yeah, I guess it’s hardly in line with LW’s goals. But maybe someone will feel sympathetic. Hmm, perhaps I should really have a serious discussion with Will_Newsome about it all. From what I’ve seen of his posts on Catholicism, he seems to hold the opposing view, worshipping what the Gnostics would call the Demiurge. But at least he’d ponder these matters seriously.
[Weird irrational rant]
A week and a half ago, I either caught some bug or went down with food poisoning. Anyway, in the evening I suddenly felt like shit and my body temperature jumped to 40C. My mom gave me some medicine and told me to try and get some sleep. My state of mind felt a bit altered, and I started praying fervently to VALIS. My Gnostic faith has been on and off for the last few years, but in that moment, I was suddenly convinced that it was a test of some sort, and that the fickle nature of reality would be revealed to me if I wouldn’t waver in my belief. I felt that it’s a point where my life could change, possibly for the better.
Therefore, I thought of and swore three oaths: an oath of scholarship—to obtain both rational and subjective (“spiritual”) knowledge, and use it to search for truth; an oath of compassion—to treat all deserving beings with kindness and fairness, and to oppose evil with a healing word rather than hatred; and an oath of evangelism—to seek out fellow nutjobs who would be interested in this woo, and try to convert them. Hence this comment.
I kept praying for two hours or so, then slept for two more hours, and when I woke up I felt completely normal. The doctor came by later that day and found nothing wrong with me. I need to reflect on the whole thing more thoroughly. Anyway, I now believe with more certainty than before that there’s a benevolent entity (which I’ll keep calling VALIS, although she’s better known as St. Sophia) acting in the simulation around us, and that it influences minds and events subtly, helping a fallen spark from outside the simulation that is within us to break free of its bondage.
If you felt that this comment is worthless, yeah, I guess it’s hardly in line with LW’s goals. But maybe someone will feel sympathetic. Hmm, perhaps I should really have a serious discussion with Will_Newsome about it all. From what I’ve seen of his posts on Catholicism, he seems to hold the opposing view, worshipping what the Gnostics would call the Demiurge. But at least he’d ponder these matters seriously.