compy post: conversations with god(s)

[righteous-pen.livejournal.com]

The Baby Sun had been gone for a week, and nothing had spontaneously combusted, been covered in pink sludge or played disturbing music in that time. Mikami had finally accepted that it probably wasn't going to, and that the world around Hogwarts had returned to - comparative sanity.

Which left him free to think of other things. Specifically, the anonymous conversation he'd had on the secret post. He had no idea who the other commenter had been, of course, or whether their circumstances had been anything like his own, whether he should respect or revile them for what they'd admitted. But... God was trying to teach me something. It could have meant anything, it could have been a coincidence, it almost certainly was...

...and still, he couldn't stop thinking about it.

He couldn't just post asking to hear from that commenter again, though. They'd confessed anonymously for a reason, and there were too many other people who'd find it amusing to respond. Something more indirect, then.

Eventually he posted the following, anonymously, in the early morning when there were few people around and not much chance of being caught. Masuyo lay on his lap, occasionally adding remarks like sdffdr and ############# to the post, which he carefully edited out again. He hadn't been quite comfortable leaving her behind.

Have you ever communicated with a god, or other 'higher power', directly or indirectly?

If the communication was indirect, how did you know?

What did they say to you?

Do you believe that your life has a purpose?

Anonymous comments are encouraged. Please do not feel obliged to answer all questions if you don't wish to.

That done, he returned to his room. He'd check back later.

Comments

anonymous

[igorofmalaria.livejournal.com]

Normally he wouldn't have the time, but since he was still moping over his lost project and wandering the halls, he stopped in at the computer lab. Any distraction would be welcome.

God? In my own country, there was a Dr. Ambrose who proposed an accessable 'higher power' who might or might not be the creator of the universe. Anyway, he never finished his second paper- he started to claim that he'd established contact with this god person...then that he was the god person. At the end of it he was trying to make guards explode by pointing his finger at them. Not a very efficient weapon of terror.

Like I've said, this isn't my field or I'd be more helpful.

I know there's a purpose to my life. I don't like this purpose, but I can change it. I just have to work harder at it.

Anonymous

[righteous-pen.livejournal.com]

He was claiming to have encountered a new god? Or do you mean there was no religion at all, where you come from? That's - hard to imagine.

Thank you for your time, anyway.

Can you tell me any more about that purpose?

Re: Anonymous

[igorofmalaria.livejournal.com]

Not a new god, really. He said it was the ONLY god, when he wasn't talking about badgers. Bit hard to understand if you were only trained in classical physics.
There were religions. They were re-evaluated in the light of scientific knowledge. Some might still be around.

I was made to help. Not me, myself, but over generations.

Anonymous

[righteous-pen.livejournal.com]

...ah. I see.

What is it about that that you're trying to change?

Re: Anonymous

[igorofmalaria.livejournal.com]

Re: Anonymous
igorofmalaria
2009-11-07 12:24 am UTC (link)
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I want to be an inventor. Not an
I don't want to be
I've got to learn to be more
I think I have to change some learned habits (and possibly overcome some genetic tendancies).

Do you have a purpouse?

Anonymous

[righteous-pen.livejournal.com]

...I believed I did, once. Now I'm not so sure.

Re: Anonymous

[igorofmalaria.livejournal.com]

If you lost it, then why can't you make your own purpose? Isn't there anything you like?

Anonymous

[righteous-pen.livejournal.com]

I tried to. But then I ended up in a confrontation with someone who knew - things about my past, that I'd been trying to leave behind. It didn't go well. I lost my chance.

...I know I should try again.