There's this documentary featuring comedian Bill Maher called Religulous where
he goes around the world challenging religious beliefs. Don't worry;
it's a very inclusive film. While he's interviewing a Christian man, he
asks him to give an example of a "miracle" he's experienced. The man
explains to him, "One example I can remember was: I was at a party, it
was a guy who was working with Jews for Jesus, and I asked him,
'Can I get a drink of water?' and he says, 'You know what? Here's a
glass. Stick your hand out the window and pray for rain.' I didn't like
the attitude. I said, 'Okay' and I stuck my hand out the window and it
started pouring rain. Pouring so bad that people couldn't leave the
party... to me, that's a miracle."
Bill counters it with, "You live your life in the same sort of
mundane, coincidences as everybody in the world. It's not, like, you
know... if it rained frogs, I would say you had a point. But it
rains, and it stops raining.." The man inquired when the last time Bill
asked it to rain and it started raining within ten seconds. He replies,
"I don't know. I don't ever ask for rain. But if I asked for it really
bad and it started to rain, I wouldn't think it was because I asked for it. I would think because it sometimes rains."
I can't stop thinking about this conversation. I've recently
started researching and applying the Law of Attraction, and uncanny shit
has been happening. For example, I drove to this town I used to live
in, and on my way there I thought, I really want to see Josif. I
hadn't seen my old friend in over a year. We hadn't been in touch. There
was no reason I would've ran into him. However, when I was leaving Wal
Mart after a short pit-stop, I was backing my car out of the parking
spot and – I shit you not – I almost hit Josif. Is it that I thought our
encounter into happening? Or is it just because Wal Mart is the only
place to shop in that town and he needed to get something at 10 a.m. on a
Sunday? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
When a friend I haven't hung out with in a few months sent me a
text yesterday morning asking me if we could talk, I invited her over to
my house so we could take a walk on a nearby trail. She explained to me
that she has been dealing with depression for quite some time and she
is actively seeking treatment. As she told me some things she's been
going through, there was a lot I identified with. From our relationships
with men to experiences in our childhoods (she grew up in Illinois and I
grew up in Colorado) to our struggle with control, there was an
abundance of parallels with our perceptions. Is it that we were both
born in 1994 and have seen the same cultural/political events unfold? Or
is it that there are just a limited amount of ideas in the world and we
have landed on the same ones? Who knows? "Not I," said the fly.
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