The presence of evil?
Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2016 11:59 am
I'm not sure where this fits but whatever. I've been thinking about the emotional side of things lately and am trying to understand the physiological response to certain outward factors in the context of a religious upbringing. Let me share a few examples and then ask a few questions.
Growing up my father always had some weird internal barometer for detecting the presence of evil. He always couched it in the form of "not feeling the spirit" or perhaps better explained as "feeling the spirit leave". If us siblings were fighting with each other, he would comment that the sprit of contention was entering the home and the spirit couldn't dwell there. Beyond the simple ideas we've all heard, often times he would comment about these feelings when he met certain friends, or heard certain songs come on the radio. He would often make comments during tv shows or rented movies. Often he would make comments when a Victoria secrets commercial would interrupt a football game.
Another example is provided by a testimony meeting rant from an older lady in the ward. She shared her experience of going to a restaurant with her family and having to wait a long time to be seated. When they were met by the hostess, she seated them near the bar and how noticeable the feeling of the spirit leaving was to her. They dined at Applebee's. I wondered if she would have had the same feeling had they sat in the furthest corner possible away from the bar?
The third example I'll mention is my taste in music. I like just about all music with the exception of country music. For whatever reason, the twangy sound grates on my brain and annoys my senses. However, I do like heavy metal and when in the right feisty mood I like the screaming, incoherent, makes you want to rage stuff. My wife hates it. Especially in the car and she always comments that she feels the spirit leave.
So what causes this physiological feeling? Is it personal taste and comfort that once crossed creates an emotional reaction? Like me getting annoyed at country music? Or when a new experience is met with a tinge of uncertainty? Like landing in a new airport and trying to make your way through a new city?
Normally I can recognize these different feelings and attribute them to whatever emotional state of mind or environmental context I'm currently in. However, last night was different. We were at a store and there was a gothic couple dressed in some really strange outfits. Around the women's neck was a collar with spikes. Attached to the collar was a long silver chain that stretched from her neck and drooped down below her waist before it lead into his hand. He was in control, leading her around a foot or two behind him as he pushed the shopping cart. He briefly stopped to grab a dozen eggs pausing to open the carton, inspect for damage, then slowly turning towards her and showing her there were no broken eggs. They proceeded to shop, grabbed a gallon of milk, some cottage cheese, and some egg nog.
It was just too weird for me and I found myself staring, then shuttering with a cringe of creepiness that caused some goosebumps. It felt like the presence of evil but I couldn't quite wrap my mind around why. I've seen gothic themed movies, and people in society. I love Marylin Manson. But this time was different. Maybe it was the chain and the feelings that she wasn't there on her own free will? I dunno, but it creeped me out.
Growing up my father always had some weird internal barometer for detecting the presence of evil. He always couched it in the form of "not feeling the spirit" or perhaps better explained as "feeling the spirit leave". If us siblings were fighting with each other, he would comment that the sprit of contention was entering the home and the spirit couldn't dwell there. Beyond the simple ideas we've all heard, often times he would comment about these feelings when he met certain friends, or heard certain songs come on the radio. He would often make comments during tv shows or rented movies. Often he would make comments when a Victoria secrets commercial would interrupt a football game.
Another example is provided by a testimony meeting rant from an older lady in the ward. She shared her experience of going to a restaurant with her family and having to wait a long time to be seated. When they were met by the hostess, she seated them near the bar and how noticeable the feeling of the spirit leaving was to her. They dined at Applebee's. I wondered if she would have had the same feeling had they sat in the furthest corner possible away from the bar?
The third example I'll mention is my taste in music. I like just about all music with the exception of country music. For whatever reason, the twangy sound grates on my brain and annoys my senses. However, I do like heavy metal and when in the right feisty mood I like the screaming, incoherent, makes you want to rage stuff. My wife hates it. Especially in the car and she always comments that she feels the spirit leave.
So what causes this physiological feeling? Is it personal taste and comfort that once crossed creates an emotional reaction? Like me getting annoyed at country music? Or when a new experience is met with a tinge of uncertainty? Like landing in a new airport and trying to make your way through a new city?
Normally I can recognize these different feelings and attribute them to whatever emotional state of mind or environmental context I'm currently in. However, last night was different. We were at a store and there was a gothic couple dressed in some really strange outfits. Around the women's neck was a collar with spikes. Attached to the collar was a long silver chain that stretched from her neck and drooped down below her waist before it lead into his hand. He was in control, leading her around a foot or two behind him as he pushed the shopping cart. He briefly stopped to grab a dozen eggs pausing to open the carton, inspect for damage, then slowly turning towards her and showing her there were no broken eggs. They proceeded to shop, grabbed a gallon of milk, some cottage cheese, and some egg nog.
It was just too weird for me and I found myself staring, then shuttering with a cringe of creepiness that caused some goosebumps. It felt like the presence of evil but I couldn't quite wrap my mind around why. I've seen gothic themed movies, and people in society. I love Marylin Manson. But this time was different. Maybe it was the chain and the feelings that she wasn't there on her own free will? I dunno, but it creeped me out.