As far as I know, nobody has ever just woken up and randomly says, “Today I think I’ll be Catholic!” But … that’s just to my limited knowledge.
Your knowledge on this subject appears to be limited, yes.
Likewise, a conversion to Catholicism is because of one’s experience plus the application of reason.
Right. In the same way that one “converts” to believing in psychic powers or in Bigfoot or in Hindu gods or in alien abductions and lots of other nutty stuff by virtue of their “experience plus the application of reason.”
But as I pointed out above – when talking about the relatively common experience of proofreading errors – people make mistakes about reality. So the question before us is this: is there a consistently reliable way to determine whether or not a claim about reality should be accepted?
And surprise, surprise, what do you know, there is! It’s called – break out the trumpets – evidence-based inquiry. It’s through this method that our proofreader can determine that his writing contains a typo, and it’s through this method that those of us who are not gullible saps can determine that psychics can’t really see the future or talk to the dead.
And it’s clear that you agree with all of this (unless you’re actually completely out of your mind, a supposition which I’m willing to give you the benefit of the doubt about): you yourself don’t go around believing in fairies and psychics and UFO abductions (complete with brutal probings that always seem to be a component in those weirdo fantasies). It’s only when you’re backed into a corner that you have to hem and haw and say “Gee golly whiz! That suff could all be true, I just don’t have the experience!”
This is a
perfect example of what I mean when I say that matrix-mongers walk around in a fog and that they worship ignorance.
If your “philosophy” has got you so mixed up that you can’t know basic things, like the fact that “psychics” can’t really see the future or talk to the dead, then nothing I say is ever going to convince you otherwise.
So, you’re saying that psychic and magical phenomena are only believed in by nutjobs, eh?
Yes. Well, nutjobs and the gullible, of course.
You have no proof to say that they didn’t experience such things, however, right?
I have no doubt that many – if not most – of the poor saps who are duped into believing in psychics believe in them because they have experienced (or been the victims of, depending on how you look at it) a “cold reading” at the hands of a psychic.
Look it up if you want to learn something about how these charlatans make their living, but basically, it’s a set of techniques that these con-artists use to pretend that they have psychic powers. They’re the kinds of techniques that stage magicians use to make believe that they have psychic powers.
How do I know that psychics are cold readers and frauds and crooks? Because there has never – not once – been a single psychic capable of passing even one double-blind test…that is, a test under controlled conditions that prevent the psychic from cheating.
Sure, a psychic is going to seem awfully impressive when he says that he’s getting the impression of a strong male presence who passed within the last year who had a problem in his chest – especially to a poor, grief-striken individual who is desperate for comfort, who’s going to say, “Gasp! You mean Uncle Harold! Psychic powers are real!!” – but when you sit these frauds down and do an actual test, they can’t do anything at all.
For example, there have been tests where they’ve given a “psychic” a bunch of diaries that belonged to recently-deceased people – and all the diaries were wrapped up to look identical, of course – and she was supposed to tell from the “psychic imprint” on the books what the gender of the person who owned each diary was (no opening the books…just the “psychic imprint”).
How do you think the psychic fared in that little experiment? Want to take a wager?
See, we
know that they’re frauds because whenever they’re not fleecing grieving people like the vultures that they are with vague claptrap from the “other side,” they’re utterly failing actual tests.
I have no doubt that poor Aunt Merle really did have the experience of (what she thought was) an honest-to-goodness psychic delivering messages from dear, departed Uncle Eddy. But I also happen to know – thanks to good, ol’ evidence – that she was duped by a cruel con-artist who makes money off of human misery.
See, this is the advantage of actually having knowledge about things: you can actually figure out whether something is likely to be real or not.
But when you start pretending that there is no real world and that maybe everything boils down to faith, you run into nonsense like your entire argument. If I hadn’t read trash like this before, I might even be a little disgusted by it this time around.