Belief-o-Matic

Gracie

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So...if you take this "test" and answer the questions put forth, they will tell you what religion(s) best suits you. I have posted this numerous times over the years and things always change because we all change in some form or another.

I will be taking the test in a few, then will post the results.
 
Interesting......


Orthodox Quakerism​


I've noted here many times I was raised Quaker and still adhere to many of their beliefs.
 
This is what I got.............

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sec·u·lar hu·man·ism
noun

humanism, with regard in particular to the belief that humanity is capable of morality and self-fulfillment without belief in God.
 
Well..for some reason I got no answer after answering the questions. Just showed a bunch of stories.
 
I reloaded and finally got my results after doing it again.

Conservative Christian Protestant​



Um. Ok?
 

Your result is​

Conservative Christian Protestant​

Your beliefs match closest with Conservative Christian Protestantism.
 
So...if you take this "test"

What test? All I get is a blank page with links to a bunch of crap on various religions.
 


So...if you take this "test" and answer the questions put forth, they will tell you what religion(s) best suits you. I have posted this numerous times over the years and things always change because we all change in some form or another.

I will be taking the test in a few, then will post the results.

Conservative Christian Protestant

Shocker!
 
I'm really REALLY surprised at my results. So...for those who are confused about my "path" I talk about from time to time...this story tells it all from MY Perspective. And just because, I want Potterhead2021 to read it too. Might give her a bit of understanding of who I am and why I am. Meriweather too, just to "show" her what makes me tick while tocking now and then. :auiqs.jpg:

Warning..its a LONG assed read.

I did not write this. Author is unknown. I found it many years ago, in a library book that I borrowed. It was on a written piece of paper, and I kept it because it reflected the best I have ever seen, what my own personal path was and is. I wanted to share it with you, because you may be in a quandry just like I was...not fitting in completely with Christianity, not with Wiccan or Pagan or Hindu or Buddhist or Islam or Animalistic or Pantheism or the many other sects of spirituality. Spirituality is your own path and nobody elses. This "story" hit home with me, and I hope for those of you still confused on your own path...it will assist you as well. I consider myself Pagan Christian and a bit of everything else. On my path, I take Christ with me. But my path is not the organized religion path. It was very lonely for me until I found this story. But now..I don't feel so all alone. After all...we are ALL kindred spirits in some form or another:

Well, it had been yet another bad day in the office, and once again it was the fault of that new girl, MaryAnne. She is one of those Wiccans, a so called witch. How can anyone in their right mind make this claim, knowing that it goes against God and all of the teachings of the bible? She doesnt even have the common decency to keep her satanic symbol, her pentagram necklace hidden from the view of the decent, God fearing people in the office. She has some nerve. I find that I cannot hate her for this though, for I know that she has been deceived. Satan works his evil in ways that she cannot see. Ive seen that so called Wiccan Crede that she has tacked to the wall above her computer. On the surface, it looks like a decent loving belief, but all one must do is look, look closely and see that by practicing this way, and not embracing Jesus Christ as savior, she is on the pathway to hell.

As Ive said, it was a bad day in the office. Three times in the past few weeks I have been called in to see my supervisor, and he has told me that I am not allowed to preach to MaryAnne the word of God, to show her the error of her ways. Today, my supervisor told me that if I continue to harass MaryAnne, he will be forced to terminate me. How can he say this? He himself is a God fearing man. And, how can he be so tolerant of the evil that he sees insinuating itself into our workplace? As I lay down to sleep last night, I asked the Lord for guidance.

God, grant me a true vision of you, so that I may better lead the faithless onto the righteous path,

Oh, a true vision of Me is it? Are you sure that youre ready, truly ready to see, my son?

I sat bolt upright in bed, and there, at the foot of my bed, white of hair and beard, in a long, flowing white robe, stood the Lord my God. I made to leap from the bed and fall to my knees in front of Him, but he stopped me with a gesture.

Kneel not before me at this time my son. Instead, rise and walk with Me, so that you may get a glimpse of what I truly am, as you asked of me in your prayer.

He took my hand, and as I looked, my bedroom was no longer there, but a pathway thru the woods. We started to walk, and I was too awestruck for words. We took the path to the left, and we were then inside St.Catherines Church, in the middle of a service. While still standing beside me, God seemed to expand and fill the whole of the church. I could see smiles of contentment forming on some of the parishioners faces. I felt blessed.

God smiled upon me.The Catholics hold such pretty masses, dont they? I like to stop here in this church, because not only do they speak the words, but they live the life, thru teaching, helping the sick and poor, not only with handouts, but helping them learn to help themselves. Now let us walk on, We walked a bit further, and then we were in a mosque. At least I believed so, as I had never been in one before, but had seen pictures of them. The group of worshippers was not large, but I could see their rapt faces as they listened to the mullah speak. He was speaking to them of purity, both of the mind and the body, bringing them closer to Allah.

And as he spoke, God, dressed now in the robes of the desert, walked among them and briefly laid his hands upon each set of shoulders. And, from their faces, I could see that these men knew that the words of the mullah were true, and that their spirits felt touched by God.

And then we were back on the pathway. After we had walked a bit, we found ourselves in an African village. People with skin as black as night, the women with their breast shamefully bared, were dancing in a circle, to the rhythm of the drums being played by a group of men. Somehow though, I was not offended by the bared breasts, and the music seemed to seep into my soul. God was then a mighty lion, and He let forth a mighty roar. The villagers did not seem to hear, but the drums increased their pounding, and the dancers danced with a frenzy.

And then we were back on the pathway. We walked a bit more, and were on the top of a cliff. There sat, painted and covered with feathers, an old Navajo man. As I watched, he seemed to change into the form of an eagle and take flight, and we were flying with him, soaring high into the air, seeing the vista spread out below us. And God, in the form of an eagle Himself, seemed to guide this other eagle thru the air, over mountains and thru valleys, until he came upon a group of men. As I watched, the old Navajo man was no longer an eagle, but a young boy instead, and he sat at the feet of these men, to listen to the words of his elders.

And then we were back on the pathway. We traveled a bit, and then we were in a forest clearing. I knew this place. It was known as a place of devil worship and evil. In the center of the clearing roared a great bonfire, and kiwi torches outlined a circle of sorts. Inside this circle, in a circle themselves, stood 7 men and 6 women,dressed in robes of varying colors, their arms raised to the moon. Was that one woman MaryAnne? I really couldnt be sure. And God walked among them in the circle, touching each one. He seemed not to be an older man now, but as he made each of three turns around the circle, he was first a young girl, bouncing with energy, then a woman of middle years, with a tender smile for all Her children, and finally, an old woman, body bent, but holding Her head up with pride.

And a woman stepped forward, and yes, it was MaryAnne, and lifted her head to the sky. Great Goddess, Mother of us all, thank you for joining us tonight. Stay if You will, go if You must. Know in our hearts You will always be welcome.Blessed be!!

And we were back on the pathway. As we walked along, ahead in the distance I saw the most beautiful man. Yes, beautiful,though I would never normally think of a man this way. With blonde hair, and a golden robe, he seemed to radiate sunshine. God and this golden man nodded to each other as they passed, sharing a smile together.

My Lord I asked, was that an angel?

Well, yes, he is known as that to some. He is also known to some as a god himself. That was Lucifer

And His words caused me to stumble. I couldnt believe that we had just passed the ultimate evil.

God looked at me, and He knew my mind. And he chuckled a bit.Think about it logically My son. The Lucifer that you know is a fallen angel, cast out of heaven for challenging Me. If I am the all powerful being, above all others, how could he do this? How could I allow it?

But, in the bible. I stammered.

The Bible is a wonderful book, as are the Koran and the Torah and many others, but they are just books, written by the hand of man, not written by Me. And, its a bit confusing as well if the truth be known, but thats not up to Me to fix. These books are wonderful, but only as guidance, for each man and woman must think for themselves.

And, I believed He was right in this.

Now, come forth, we must journey a little more before you go back and He took my hand once again.

As we followed the pathway, we soared thru the stars, listening to the music of the heavens, we became a little flower and a mighty oak, we became a babbling brook, and a mighty ocean. We flitted from flower to flower as a little honey bee, and ran across the plains as a mighty stallion.And, all too soon the pathway returned us to my home. God held my hand a moment longer, and smiled into my face.

My son, you prayed tonight for a true vision of Me. For vision, you must only open your eyes and see what there is to see. Good night to you. And then He was gone, and I was back in my bed. A dream I thought, only a dream, that couldnt have been real.

At that time, a bolt of lightning lit up my room thru the window, and thunder crashed thru the sky, and I thought I heard, from seemingly far away, Remember, the Lord works in mysterious ways My son.

This morning as I entered the office, I went to the machine for a cup of coffee, and standing there, I spied MaryAnne. As I approached her, I could see her barely cringe, and I could see in her face that she was expecting yet another onslaught from me and my book. She seemed to cast her eyes about about for a way to escape, but there was none.

I walked up to her and smiled. I think I owe you a bit of an apology I said. Ive been a bit narrow minded of late,and I really had no right to subject you to what I did. Its not up to me to say how you find your path to your spirit, and I was wrong to think that was so,

MaryAnne just stood there, not knowing what to say.
 
Well..for some reason I got no answer after answering the questions. Just showed a bunch of stories.
I may know what happened as something similar happened to me. Turns out I hadn't 'clicked' firmly on the above selection. Once that choice was highlighted (the magenta color) the next question appeared and I was able to continue on.
 

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