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>>4555999

see, i find this a really interesting argument. please say more: how would you/can you explain this "connection" to the holy ghost? how was it first induced? how often?

as a reasonable human being, are there any other explanations you could ever entertain for the experience of this phenomenon?

i guess what i am in part asking: though i believe entirely that you genuinely experience this connectedness, why is it to the holy ghost IN PARTICULAR? could it be another god--or not a god at all?

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>>4251836

ok.

i'm confused why you care so much, but i'll stop.

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>>3767089
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.

The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

--W. B. Yeats, "The Second Coming"

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