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What’s Wrong?




Selling religion is wrong. Because religion is not a commodity.  It’s not a cow.  It’s not a blessing.  It’s not even a comfort.

Have you felt the comfort of a god in your heart?  If not, your religion is false.  Give it up.  And search.  Search for the real religion.  There’s only one true religion.  The one which you feel in your heart.  The one which makes you feel comfortable with yourself.

There’s no panacea available anywhere.  Even religion is not a panacea.  You can’t ever feel comfortable in your heart as long as there are people who sell religion.  Can you rise above such people?  Can you find your god in your heart?  In spite of the priests?  In spite of politicians?  In spite of bad weather?

Are you honest to yourself?  If you are, you don’t need religion.  But there’s too much religion in the world. 

Too much religion.  That’s what’s wrong.



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    1. Because you thought that religion could be a panacea? :)

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  2. Haha no,sir. I like that word because it reminds me of a special person whom i graciously love☺
    And about the 'religion' thing, I don't support any religion or its followers, sir. And i think the concept of religion itself is completely wrong. There are so many flaws in it that i don't want to explain because there are simply too many!

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    1. Gracious love. That's quite something only a few like you will be capable of.

      I know your attitude to religion. Your rebellion is admirable.

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  3. And only a few like you deserve it. I mean, the gracious love!

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  4. One can rise above them but then they have to be a better conman.

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    1. The world is turning us into conmen?

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    2. Only in the case of those who are materialistic to their last breath, who lack integrity and character , who lack the resilience, who get swayed by blind faith

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  5. correct me if I am wrong, but isn't as much as buying as selling?

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    1. Yes. Religion is good business now. I have seen the most perverted criminals passing off as godmen and their chelas. Buying and selling a whole range of things.

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  6. This time I won't think your posts are anti religion. This post make so much sense,short and clear. Only if we are honest and true,we don't need a religion that's so true.
    Sometimes it is accompanied by fear too.

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    1. My problems with religion are their misuses. I have been a victim of many religious crimes. I know that goodness of heart has little to do with religion.

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  7. Very logical...totally agree with you.

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  8. I totally agree. You said it so well ~ "There’s only one true religion. The one which you feel in your heart."

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  9. Completely agree with you. Religion makes us human and separates us from other animals, but when religion (or, people misusing religion) makes us act more like animal than humans, we should know it's not the kind of religion we need.

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    1. The misuse has become far more common and widespread than is desirable.

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  10. Completely endorse your thoughts Sir. The feeling and belief of being truthful soothes me. Hence my religion is truth only. Mahatma Gandhi, therefore, had asserted - 'Truth is God' because truth only was God for him. And nothing else for sure !

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    1. Truthfulness is fast vanishing from our world. Year religion is flourishing!

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