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DiablO2

Does anyone beleive in the judgement core?

do you beleive?  

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  1. 1. do you beleive?

    • No. It of course doesn`t xist
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    • I`m 50% yes, 50% no.
      6
    • I don`t even believe in heaven or hell or purgatory!
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    • what a weird idea.
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    • I beleive in it!
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I beleive that when you die, you go to the judgement core, sort of like a black room, where a voice reads off about your life, and judges whether you go to hell, purgatory, or heaven. I don't know about u, so thats why I made this.

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I'm agnostic. And you need to double-check your threads before you post them, and double-check your ideas before you consider sharing them with the world.

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This concept is unfamiliar to me, but it sounds like

1. Another moronic attempt to put human qualities(like judgment and vengeance) on God. Like he's really going to rain sulpher on everyone who experimented with sex, drugs, or colorful language.

2. Another moronic attempt to make our own judgments more solid with the reassurance of thinking "what you are doing is wrong, and God agrees with me".

Don't believe the hype.

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You meet St. Peter and he acts like he's about to read off an excruciatingly detailed surveilance log of your life, but then he just kicks you in nuts and sends you to a random place.

On a side note, I believe in August 29th, 1997.

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Numbermind said:

This concept is unfamiliar to me, but it sounds like

1. Another moronic attempt to put human qualities(like judgment and vengeance) on God. Like he's really going to rain sulpher on everyone who experimented with sex, drugs, or colorful language.

2. Another moronic attempt to make our own judgments more solid with the reassurance of thinking "what you are doing is wrong, and God agrees with me".

Don't believe the hype.

about the only part I don't beleive about the afterlife is God, and satan, I beleive there was someone who created us all, but he is gone now, and also alot of the things mentioned as a sin in the bible aren't a sin in my book, so mumbermind, it's not true.

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Thats...pretty retarded. Personaly I believe death is just sweet oblivion. The final release.

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DiablO2 said:

about the only part I don't beleive about the afterlife is God, and satan, I beleive there was someone who created us all, but he is gone now, and also alot of the things mentioned as a sin in the bible aren't a sin in my book, so mumbermind, it's not true.


So who is reading off the list? Abe Vigoda?

Actually, that'd be pretty cool.

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I believe the term "atheism" best describes my beliefs. So that would be my answer.

That or I star in a movie where I'm some sort of angel who has to defend his life during the 80s.

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I can't even guess about an afterlife, so I won't even try. what I will say is: defining what's right and wrong around what you will be rewarded or punished for in the after life is a sad way to live.

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You can go to Hell. Seriously, you can pick up an air ticket to the Middle-East and go to the Valley of Hell, located near an ancient city (forgot the name, sorry).

In pre-biblical times, this Valley of Hell was populated by a heathen tribe. Along its slopes fires were usually burning. The rituals of that tribe included dancing around a fire while wearing goat skins/horns and chanting/singing. This, of course, not to the liking of the civilised people living in the cities. Criminals got punished by expelling them from the city, so they had no choice but to live amongst the Hell tribe.

Yeah, bad people went to Hell for real.

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Mordeth said:

You can go to Hell. Seriously, you can pick up an air ticket to the Middle-East and go to the Valley of Hell, located near an ancient city (forgot the name, sorry).

There's a Hell in Norway too.

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Sounds like the ancient egyptian idea of when you die, you get put on some scales, and all the good things you did in your life are weighed against all the bad things, which decides where you go

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DiablO2 said:

I beleive that when you die, you go to the judgement core, sort of like a black room, where a voice reads off about your life, and judges whether you go to hell, purgatory, or heaven. I don't know about u, so thats why I made this.

But are being judged upon on bases of the Koran/Bible/Talmut/Tibet Deathbook or the Doom novels. If I were you I would inform about this first. Or do you believe you can appeal, if they make a mistake?

I personally believe after you die you will be reborn (twice) in a reversed parallel timespace universum where you have to become yourself so you go to level II.

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I, personally, believe in an afterlife. I believe there's a Heaven and a Hell, I'm not sure about purgatory though.

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I once went to a beach in Wales called "Hell's Mouth". It was very wavy, but quite pleasant in the summer. If was going to spend eternity somewhere, it might as well be there.

Having said that, no I don't believe in an "afterlife". There is a void before the start of our lives, and I expect there will be a similar one after it.

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Danarchy said:

Thats...pretty retarded. Personaly I believe death is just sweet oblivion. The final release.

Any more retarded than any belief?

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Man, I want go to hell. Watch porn, play games and do hot stuff with the devil's girls all day long.

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Charles Freck, becoming progressively more and more depressed by what was happening to everybody he knew, decided finally to off himself. There was no problem, in the circles where he hung out, in putting an end to yourself; you just bought into a large quantity of reds and took them with some cheap wine, late at night, with the phone off the hook so no one would interrupt you.

The planning part had to do with the artifacts you wanted found on you by later archeologists. So they'd know from which stratum you came. And also could piece together where your head had been at the time you did it.

He spent several days deciding on the artifacts. Much longer than he had spent deciding to kill himself, and approximately the same time required to get that many reds. He would be found lying on his back, on his bed, with a copy of Ayn Rand's The Fountainhead (which would prove he had been a misunderstood superman rejected by the masses and so, in a sense, murdered by their scorn) and an unfinished letter to Exxon protesting the cancellation of his gas credit card. That way he would indict the system and achieve something by his death, over and above what the death itself achieved.

Actually, he was not as sure in his mind what the death achieved as what the two artifacts achieved; but anyhow it all added up, and he began to make ready, like an animal sensing its time has come and acting out its instinctive programming, laid down by nature, when its inevitable end was near.

At the last moment (as end-time closed in on him) he changed his mind on a decisive issue and decided to drink the reds down with a connoisseur wine instead of Ripple or Thunderbird, so he set off on one last drive, over to Trader Joe's, which specialized in fine wines, and bought a bottle of 1971 Mondavi Cabernet Sauvignon, which set him back almost thirty dollars--all he had.

Back home again, he uncorked the wine, let it breathe, drank a few glasses of it, spent a few minutes contemplating his favorite page of The Illustrated Picture Book of Sex, which showed the girl on top, then placed the plastic bag of reds beside his bed, lay down with the Ayn Rand book and unfinished protest letter to Exxon, tried to think of something meaningful but could not, although he kept remembering the girl being on top, and then, with a glass of the Cabernet Sauvignon, gulped down all the reds at once. After that, the deed being done, he lay back, the Ayn Rand book and letter on his chest, and waited.

However, he had been burned. The capsules were not barbiturates, as represented. They were some kind of kinky psychedelics, of a type he had never dropped before, probably a mixture, and new on the market. Instead of quietly suffocating, Charles Freck began to hallucinate. Well, he thought philosophically, this is the story of my life. Always ripped off. He had to face the fact--considering how many of the capsules he had swallowed--that he was in for some trip.

The next thing he knew, a creature from between dimensions was standing beside his bed looking down at him disapprovingly.

The creature had many eyes, all over it, ultra-modern expensive-looking clothing, and rose up eight feet high. Also, it carried an enormous scroll.

"You're going to read me my sins," Charles Freck said.

The creature nodded and unsealed the scroll.

Freck said, lying helpless on his bed, "and it's going to take a hundred thousand hours."

Fixing its many compound eyes on him, the creature from between dimensions said, "We are no longer in the mundane universe. Lower-plane categories of material existence such as 'space' and 'time' no longer apply to you. You have been elevated to the transcendent realm. Your sins will be read to you ceaselessly, in shifts, throughout eternity. The list will never end."

Know your dealer, Charles Freck thought, and wished he could take back the last half-hour of his life.

A thousand years later he was still lying there on his bed with the Ayn Rand book and the letter to Exxon on his chest, listening to them read his sins to him. They had gotten up to the first grade, when he was six years old.

Ten thousand years later they had reached the sixth grade.

The year he had discovered masturbation.

He shut his eyes, but he could still see the multi-eyed, eight-foot-high being with its endless scroll reading on and on.

"And next--" it was saying.

Charles Freck thought, At least I got a good wine.

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