Archive for August, 2011

The Butterfly Effect


So I’m sitting with a bunch of friends on Saturday night, gorging on wine and nibbles when the conversation turns to death (we all know that at some stage during a crap-fest this topic is generally hit on.)

‘We were at a funeral last week, Micheal’s cousin. As the hearse pulled away a beatiful butterfly glided by. It was amazing, It was her, she sent it.’

the conversation then turned to ‘visits from the dead’
‘The family said they could smell flowers,’
‘A Feather floated by the coffin,’
‘The cancer ridden patient strung-out on morphine could see someone in the room’ and so on and so forth.

Of corse the poor man was hallucinating he’s on 600mg of morphine! Feathers leave birds! Flowers grow (and they are occasionally found fresh in grave yards)

Not one member of my group even had first hand experience, they just rehashed story’s that they heard… ‘i know a girl who knows a girl who said they ….’ how much to we trust this non-acquaintance? is she a reliable sorce? Did she really feel her husbands hand on her shoulder at the alter or was she a devistated wife and mother desperatly looking for some kind of comfort. I believe the later.

not to say I don’t understand the need for comfort in these heartbreaking situations, I just dont see the need to attach that need to the physical. Was the deceased persons life not enough! Cant people draw comfort from how their loved one enhanced and effected the world! Do we really need to feel/touch/see the dead for comfort? … I believe its about the beauty you bring to the world while you’re here, not what butterflies you send when you’re gone.


Communicating Atheism is, from what I see, a topic that has been at the forefront of many discussions, I’m not sure if this is a continuing issue or not but I thought I would add my feelings for what they’re worth. As a new ‘non believer’ I assume that the ‘communicating Atheism’ problem/discussion would apply to people like me wishing to join the movement and individuals who are questioning their religion. I have in general found the information and extent of knowledge to be abundant but I have made a few observations that I believe may be hindering the rapid spread of common sense.

Common Sense being the first issue that I feel has been dealt with incorrectly in places. Looking at certain posts by bloggers and vloggers alike, I have found that the notion of ‘the elite’ recurred and it is assumed by some people that the idea of Natural Selection, The Big Bang and Evolution couldn’t possibly be understood by someone without a college degree in physics or biology or palaeontology. This simply is not true. The average industrial worker can switch on the Discovery Channel and gain enough information to, at the very least, question creationism. Some members of the community seem to believe ‘more is more’ and we seem to be bombarded with math and science till, I believe the ‘average’ believer could be alienated.

I recently viewed a post on You Tube in which the producer of the post poses 10 questions to believers… beginning with ‘I’m assuming you are a Christian with a college degree’ My question is ‘Why?’ The questions posed are common sense and assuming the moderately educated wouldn’t understand is shutting off a large portion of the opposition.

Having said all that I understand that not all people are willing to listen to the truth let alone even consider trying to understand it.Fundamentalists who refuse to listen to the arguments put before them are never going to change their views, Atheists can only plant the seeds of knowledge and hope they root. However as we all know most Theists are not fundamentalists.

As a recent IRISH Catholic (the ugliest of all Catholics I believe) I found that the language that was used to describe my previous beliefs and me as a result was slightly insulting. My previous belief systems caused me to be referred to as stupid, as an idiots as uneducated and I believe this defamatory language is not helping in the spread of Atheist ideals. Imagine you are a Muslim and you begin to question your whole belief system, you log on and begin to search for information and knowledge… this act in itself is brave and could get you in a lot of ‘hot water’ … you come across a very informative website, only to hear its members, members that you wish to join in a community you wish to become a part of, inform you that you and your family and your friends are moronic and obtuse for having believed in a god. When the truth is that you, and your family and your friends are simply programmed to think a certain way. Believers are not brain-less they either choose to believe a lie or have never questioned that lie. Either way I don’t think slagging them off is going to be positively effective.

Ok so these are a couple of criticisms that I have, but if your experience has been different please let me know.

YouTube – 10 questions that every intelligent Christian must answer.



so here goes…

The recent belief system I have spent the entire 28 years of my life immersed in (the picture of that pretty white frock still holds pride of place on my mothers mantle) came crashing down for no apparent reason two Sundays ago at some ungodly hour of the morning. Its mass destruction was equivalent to a lifelong game of Jenga, but you’ll be happy to know that in a fabulous tumbling mass the logical side of my brain won. The little wooden planks seemed to have all the fallacies I so recently lived by etched on their sides with ‘that doesn’t make sense’ on top… and there it was!

So off I go to try and find some answers to fill this void of curiosity that has left a tower shaped space in my life. I somehow don’t think other version of a ‘higher being’ is going to make any more sense then the all powerful and mighty, fire and brimstone deity I have just left behind, and far as ‘churches’ go…. well, the kiddy fiddling institution I’ve just run screaming from is not about to be replaced by yet another power driven, misogynistic gathering spouting another bullshit doctrine as if it where gospel. So for now it seems I’m alone, with the FACTS.

The thing is, this … desire to compartmentalise the rational behind the injustices in the world is not something that can be easily switched off. There is a part of me that doesn’t want to ‘believe’ the truth. The lie was far more comforting on a cold night when considering the future events of my life. The notion that ‘Someone’ was going to make it all right, just so long as I lived by X Y and Z, and if they didn’t? then it was just a ‘master plan’ that I didn’t need to bother my little head about at all. I believe a lot of theists feel this way and that is why the ‘truth’ is the harder boat to row, but even with my yearning to leave my life and all its problems in the hands of a greater power, I get the impression that the hole in my dyke is unrepairable and will only widen.

I’m sure you’re wondering why the hell (pardon the imagery, difficult to switch off) I am boring you with all this self analytical crap, well I’ve come to learn that the Atheist Community is close knit and complex, as most, dare I say radical minorities are. they hold their own language and hierarchy. A knowledge on science and humanism that most people in the lay world have never dealt with or bothered to educated themselves about. Me included. I thought it would be interesting to write a new ‘believers’ perspective on Atheism, Agnosticism and a lot of other ‘ism’s that I didn’t even know effected me (apparently they do) and the journey that a new believer would have to go through in order to soak themselves in this new way of life and community. Then I thought maybe that new believer could be me…

‪White Wine in the Sun by Tim Minchin‬‏ – YouTube.



Beauty pounds, and strikes, and frowns,
Soft and moving, soft and loud.
The swells envelop, the souls entwine.
She swirls within us, rich and divine.

The holy need, bang and break,
Heart starts to tremble, shoulders shake.
She rises, filling the depths of dark.
Phrases forming, her perfect ark.

Gliding fingers, black and white,
The ear hears melody, the soul gains sight.
She grips your breath at the final call.
Moments, bang, scream and sore.

Beauty pound and strikes and frowns,
She’s soft and moving, soft and loud.