articulett
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I've had panic attacks, and it was my son who taught me that was what was happening. I just would get an overwhelming feeling of dread... like something really wrong was happening... a stroke or heart attack or I forgot how to breathe... but my son learned that if you were having those thoughts you were probably breathing fine and nothing bad was happening and it would pass in a moment or two. I don't know why they started or what stopped them. They came many years after my imagined OBE's though, and I'd describe them differently. One made me feel "transcendent" and "wow how cool is this?!" and the other made me feel abject terror unconnected to anything.
I could feel as terrified as I'd imagine the passenger's on the hijacked plane were feeling, but there was nothing that warranted that feeling as far as I could tell.
Depression clouds your "truth" and interpretation of reality too. It seems we often feel things and then invent the reasons using cultural clues and so forth so that we can blame others or imagine the good feelings were due to us--this makes us feel in control of things that we have no control over... or in the case of a placebo affect, it gives us some control... we feel better when we can explain our feelings and put them in some sort of context or give reasons for what we think and do. We confabulate when a ready reason isn't available. If I believed in demons, I imagine an anxiety attack could convince me I was in the presence of one.
One nice thing about being a skeptic is that it eliminates those kinds of fears--ghosts, demons, hell, dark forces, etc. And also the fear of being wrong. It doesn't matter... the evidence will accumulate for the things that are true... I don't have to fear not having faith or not believing in the right thing or not curing my husband's cancer by thinking positive or whatever. My thoughts are not being spied on. I like that.
I could feel as terrified as I'd imagine the passenger's on the hijacked plane were feeling, but there was nothing that warranted that feeling as far as I could tell.
Depression clouds your "truth" and interpretation of reality too. It seems we often feel things and then invent the reasons using cultural clues and so forth so that we can blame others or imagine the good feelings were due to us--this makes us feel in control of things that we have no control over... or in the case of a placebo affect, it gives us some control... we feel better when we can explain our feelings and put them in some sort of context or give reasons for what we think and do. We confabulate when a ready reason isn't available. If I believed in demons, I imagine an anxiety attack could convince me I was in the presence of one.
One nice thing about being a skeptic is that it eliminates those kinds of fears--ghosts, demons, hell, dark forces, etc. And also the fear of being wrong. It doesn't matter... the evidence will accumulate for the things that are true... I don't have to fear not having faith or not believing in the right thing or not curing my husband's cancer by thinking positive or whatever. My thoughts are not being spied on. I like that.
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