Originally posted by selfAdjoint
Ivan,
The majority people haven't moved out of the bronze age, mentally. The world could perfectly well be flat for all they know or care about it.
On one hand I agree with your point here; the average person does not employ the kind of rigor in their evaluation of experiences as does science. At the same time, no measurement can convey a sense of personal experience.
I have had personal experiences of the kind you talk about, and once upon a time they impressed me greatly. But the more I learned about the world, the more it was clear that my brain was doing this, from causal physical influences. [/B]
Surely this happens. I have been fooled briefly by tricks of the mind and such; but only for a moment. [Aside from four days that I spent in the hospital heavily dosed on morphine, and maybe once when I was about four years of age, to the my knowledge I have never hallucinated.] The point here is that just because this happens, it is only AN explanation. There is no evidence to suggest that this can account for all experiences.
If something can never be proven, then it's like science, which can never be proven either. But science has two things superstition doesn't: It can be falsified, and it produces objective empirical successes.
And that corner that the evidence is just around is sure taking a long time to turn! Meanwhile most scientists are nonbelievers. [/B]
If it weren't for 6000 years of ghost stories, not to mention some input from highly trusted sources, I would never employ the
can't prove a negative argument. However, in light of the wealth of human experience in spiritual matters, I am forced to choose faith over skepticism. I think either position can be chosen with the same level of intellectual rigor; and either as a belief is still a matter of faith.
I would be very interested in hearing about what you experienced; and why you changed your mind.
I mentioned that I had a hallucination of sorts at the age of four or five - I don’t think I have ever told anyone but my wife this story...this was really weird. I had to go into my parent’s bedroom to get something but the overhead light was burned out. For some reason I was filled with dread at the thought of entering this dark room [it was late at night]. I don't know why I was so afraid as this would normally be no big deal but the fear was quite intense.
After some serious hesitation I finally got up the nerve to proceed. I entered the room. Slowly and cautiously I worked my way across the room towards a light on the nightstand. As I moved across the room through the darkness, I felt an eerie presence behind me. I remember the hair on my neck rising…I was frozen with fear for a good thirty seconds. I could almost feel this thing looming over me and breathing down my neck. After taking a moment to regain my composure, I began again to inch my way forward. After another thirty seconds or so I was right next to the light, but the thought of turning it had in itself became a terrifying prospect. This would mean confronting the demon thing standing behind me.
Finally I reached out, turned on the light, and then began to turn my head to face the horrible monster. I could still feel it’s presence. As I turned, I noticed that a chair was missing from the other side of the room. I remember this catching my attention since the bedroom setting was familiar and constant. I had a moment to think: Where did the chair go? I continued to turn around until finally I was looking directly at IT - the missing chair. It WAS the thing behind me. I took a good look at the chair just sitting there – somehow alive, and evil, and threatening. I wish I was a good writer so that I could convey the sense of terror that I felt. This WAS pure terror. I turned away and closed my eyes and thought NO! NO! THIS CAN’T BE! THIS CAN’T BE! I looked again and the chair was back across the room where it always sat. The fear was gone. I have never experienced anything like this since. Weird weird weird weird….weird! I have no idea what caused such an episode. On occasion I had nightmares about living chairs for the next 15 years or so.
Edit: I think it is noteworthy that even at the age of five, I did not believe this to be a real experience. I knew even then that this was just a trick of the mind.