We are all but insignificant specks of sand on the beaches of the
universe.  There is no God.  No Jesus.  No Chupacabra.  No faeries. No
heaven.  No hell. No aliens. These are all inventions, or if it please
you, placebos man has invented to mask the fact that NOTHING awaits
you after death, and we are ALONE in the universe. We're born, we
live, we die.  We make a mark on history, or we don't.  We reproduce,
or we don't.  We may be sinners, or saints, or do nothings. We become
fervent devotees to religion, or science, or paranormal studies.  It
astounds me that that net surfers spend significant portions of their
time trying to convince people that A. Their belief is true, B. It is
superiour to all other ideologies, and C. Becoming a believer
guarentees happiness in life, and the "afterlife."
Here's what I think about people who have had paranormal and/or
religeous experiences.
They are most likely..
1.  Rednecks looking for their 15 seconds of fame
2.  Displaced intellectual loners who somehow found no other
productive purpose
but to devote themselves to a lost, and questionable cause that will
single themselves out as a "unique" individual
3.  The mentally ill, subject to the disorders and hallucinations that
come with various mental illnesses, but still functional enough to use
the internet.

To be continued..
This is me, a speck of sand
Patricia
<responses welcome>