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Freedom and religion

This is one of the thoughts that amuses me again and again: Suppose we give absolute freedom to people in matters regarding religion. No force of any kind. You go to temple or church or whatever only if you want. There are no priests. No preachers. No godmen or ammas.  No theology. No rituals. You do what your heart tells you to do in the temple or church or whatever. You and your god. Nothing in between. No middleman. Just you before your God.

How wonderful that would be!

Or

Will the temple and the church or whatever remain desolate once there are no power brokers to perform their rituals?

Is religion merely another power structure that holds people together for certain worldly benefits and nothing more?

At least, will the killings in the name of gods stop? Will people rediscover love or compassion?

I'm amused to ponder.

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  1. Absolutely. In an evolved society there should be absolute freedom to worship. That is the only way to end any kind of fanaticism. But, will the vested interests allow it?

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    1. No, I'm sure the vested interests won't. That's precisely why religion is a terror today more than anything else.

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  2. It is definitely for the worldly benefits, excluding a select few who wants to attain the highest peak of maslow's hierarchy, that people buy this stuff and sellers sell this stuff. And thus forming a vicious syndicate and thus enter the Godmen and the likes of them.

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    1. I have seen people with criminal minds acting as the spokespersons of a Baba. They make use of religion for nefarious purposes with total impunity. A lot ordinary mortals join them for petty benefits some of which are assumed to be spiritual!

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    2. Yes, in that sense the seekers of spiritualism can as well fall in their trap. I guess that's where the use of common sense comes which many of us fail to apply to our beliefs

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  3. The last one is a worthy hope. If that could happen then all relinquishment will be worth it.

    Beautiful thought Tomichan.

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    1. If people would stop harming others in the name of religion and gods,the world would be a far better place.

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  4. Religion is something which connects us to God, it should not be there to create boundaries. Spiritual connect is of supreme importance rest is baseless.

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    1. Spiritual connect - if only a fraction of believers really longed for that!

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