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I know the Christian view is you go straight to hell.....but what are other views?
It was not always so. Here's some stuff from a Christian Science Monitor Web Page.Soothsayer said:I know the Christian view is you go straight to hell.....but what are other views?
Basically, St Augustine condemned suicide, because so many early Christians were using it as a path to early Martyrdom. Sound familiar?Indeed, the history of persecution of pople who attempt suicide - and their families - is nearly as long as the history of Christianity itself. In the 4th century, St. Augustine first condemned suicide as an act of self-murder,although scholars point out that church leaders did not stigmatize the practice before that.
In the Middle Ages, one church committee assembled a list of all of the martyrs who had taken their own lives and stripped them of their sainthood. In England, those who attempted suicide were brought to trial - and promptly executed, if they were found guilty.
Popular attitudes began to change in the 1890s, with the emergence of the field of sociology and its premise that society affects behavior. Later, the popularization of Freudian psychology furthered this belief, until in 1983, the Roman Catholic Church dropped suicide from its list of unforgivable sins.
Inhabitant said:"The Harpy has the upper torso of a hideous old hag, this image, combined with the wings, body and legs of a vulture is enough to put fear into the most steadfast of hearts. She has dirt encrusted talons at the end of her fingers and on her vulture feet, her hair is matted and filthy. Virgil describes the Harpies as suffering from constant diarrhea which adds to their already overpowering stench which can be smelled before their arrival and long after their departure. This stench is so strong that those who encounter it often suffer from nausea and so are less able to defend themselves. While their victims are retching the Harpies rip at the flesh with their filthy, sharp talons leaving great wounds which, if not immediately fatal, often become infected and poisonous.
Harpies scavenge for food in flocks of 20 or 30. The Greeks believed that the Harpies' ravenous hunger was due to a curse of the gods which condemned them to starve for eternity.
Dante credited the Harpies as being the guardians and tormentors of the souls of those who had committed suicide"
Mmm. Nice.
http://www.britwitch.com/dragons/harpy.html
But suppose someone commits suicide because they no longer have any family or friends, and they feel totally alone...?Hermes said:.....it could surely benefit many: both the erstwhile suicidee and the true victims of such an act - their families and friends.
Perhaps if they really had cared, the suicide would never have happened.What happens after is everyone who ever loved or cared for you are left broken hearted and burdened with guilt.
rynner said:But suppose someone commits suicide because they no longer have any family or friends, and they feel totally alone...?Perhaps if they really had cared, the suicide would never have happened.
Whingeing afterwards is a symptom that people did not recognise the actual distress the suicidee was in - they are trying to offload their own guilt.
Some of these comments are as insensitive as saying to people with depression "Pull yourself together, it's not so bad!" or to telling someone overweight "Just eat less!"
SIMPLISTIC CRAP.
Whingeing afterwards is a symptom that people did not recognise the actual distress the suicidee was in - they are trying to offload their own guilt.
If you live, you die, whether you drink alcohol, tea, Pepsi or water. Life is fatal - unless, perhaps, you are a Raelian....p.younger said:If you smoke, drink alcohol or use recreational drugs, are you committing suicide by stealth?
It was that crazy, Glaswegian, Jazz playing, psychiatrist, R.D. Laing that said it (may not have been the first either):rynner said:If you live, you die, whether you drink alcohol, tea, Pepsi or water. Life is fatal - unless, perhaps, you are a Raelian....
AndroMan said:Just make sure you're in the WC when the conductor comes along. You don't want to be thrown off before your stop!
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sassure said:Well said, Hermes.
It's a frightening thought that, should you be in a state of extreme anguish when you commit suicide, that anguish energy may stay with your soul for who knows how long....creating a Hell of your own making, an afterlife of extended pain.
But, I prefer that Welsh, crazy boyo, Dylan Thomas:
I stand corrected there Escargot! That's how I remembered it.escargot said:What Dylan said was 'Rage, rage against the dying of the light'. For him, the 'light' died and not the person. He saw death as a sort of engulfing night in which humans cannot be seen: their consciousness lives on but is engulfed in darkness. Sounds like hell to me.
Marion said:My mother has strong Buddhist leanings and always told me that if your life is shit and you kill yourself you will be born again into the same sort of shit life and so on until you learn from it and stay alive . It is possible she thought I might be thinking about suicide when she said that , it seems to make sense though. It puts you off if you think it might be true!
:blush: blush!Escargot wrote:
...and Dylan would be pleased with you.
Sounds a bit like Evolution to me!p.younger said:I could never reconcile myself to that belief, after all, how could you learn from mistakes made in a past life if you cant remember it?
AndroMan said:It was that crazy, Glaswegian, Jazz playing, psychiatrist, R.D. Laing that said it (may not have been the first either):
"Life is a terminal illness with no cure."
But, I prefer that Welsh, crazy boyo, Dylan Thomas:
"Fight, fight against the dying of the light!"
I lost two people very close to me last year, one in a horrible, slow fashion, one shockingly quick.
Life's an amazing thing. Think of that moth fluttering in to the lighted room through an open window, fluttering around for a while and then returning out into the darkness. What is it all about?
Don't think you don't make a dent, though. I look back at the people I have known, now gone and I remember much. There is pain in the heart, because there's an awareness of that human experience, uniqueness, and beingness slipping into the past, into history and oblivion. And then you realise you are on the same train, just heading on up the line a few more stops.
I believe deeply that the journey is important. Is the ticket a single, return, or season? Just make sure you're in the WC when the conductor comes along. You don't want to be thrown off before your stop!
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