God just spoke to me….
He was in the bathroom while I was shaving.
He said that he wouldn’t intervene (except in this one instance) to tell me what he thought, and he asked me to pass it along.
He told me personally that all your problems and moral concerns are not his, and that you have to work them out yourselves, using your own reason.
He said he doesn’t need to punish you or reward you, because you are well equipped to punish or reward yourselves.
He said, “Either you can work this out yourselves or you can’t. If you can’t, it is your own fault and you will suffer the consequences.”
“On the other hand,” he said, “you can reap the rewards of your own efforts, and take responsibility for your own life and meaning.”
He said, “I say this: live the life you have and make it the best you can. Do your best while you can. It is the only life you get.”
He also said, “Any god who needs state support is a false god. Any god who needs you to worship him is a false god. Any god that threatens eternal torment to anyone for anything is a false god.”
He said, “If some god wants to punish you in hell-fire for eternity, then fuck him and the donkey, ass, or horse–winged or otherwise–he rode in on.”
Then there was my epiphany moment….
Just as Abraham had his epiphany moment and concluded there was just one God, I had mine and realized that there were none.
The God I was seeing was my reflection in the mirror. The God I was hearing was me.
“Well, what did you expect?” he asked.