By Baruch Spinoza or Benedict de Spinoza

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This was written by Baruch Spinoza or Benedict de Spinoza (1632 -1677 )

He was raised in the Portuguese Jewish community in Amsterdam. The Jewish religious authorities issued a cherem (Hebrew: חרם, a kind of ban, shunning, ostracism, expulsion, or excommunication) against him, effectively excluding him from Jewish society at age 23. His books were also later put on the Catholic Church's Index of Forbidden Books.

Spinoza's philosophical accomplishments and moral character prompted 20th century philosopher Gilles Deleuze to name him "the 'prince' of philosophers.

This was written in the 17th Century...

God according to Spinoza

Stop praying and hitting your chest!

What I want you to do is

To go around the world and enjoy your life.

I want you to experience, sing, and enjoy all which I have made for you.

Stop going to these temples gloomy, dark and cold that you built and that you believe to be my home.

My house is in the mountains, forests, rivers, lakes, beaches. This is where I live and where I express my love for you.

Stop blaming me of your miserable life: I never said that there is something bad about you or you were a sinner, or that your sexuality was something bad.

Sex is a gift that I gave you and which you can express your love, your bliss, your joy. So do not blame me for everything that others made you believe.

Stop reading scriptures that have nothing to do with me. If you can not read me a sunrise, a landscape,

in the eyes of your friends, in the eyes of your son ... you will not

Find me in any book!

Trust me and stop asking. You'll tell me how to do my job?

Stop being so afraid of me. I do not judge or criticize you or get mad, bother you, nor will I punish you. I am pure love.

Stop asking me for forgiveness. There is nothing to forgive. If I made you ... I filled with passions, limitations, pleasure, feelings,

Needs, inconsistencies, and free will.

How can I blame you if you are responding to something that I put in you?

How can I punish you for being as you are, if I'm the one who made you?

Do you believe that I could create a place for burning

all my children who do not behave well for the rest of


What kind of God could do this?

Forget any kind of command, any law, these are tricks to manipulate you to take control, which only generate guilt in you.

Respect your neighbor and don't do what you do not want done to you.

The only thing I ask is that you heed to your life, and that your state of alert be your guide.

This life is not a proof, a step or a footstep on the road, not a trial or a prelude to paradise.

This is the only life that is here and now, and the only one you need.

I made you absolutely free.

There are no prizes or punishments.

There are no sins or virtues.

Nobody takes a score.

Nobody takes a record.

You are absolutely free to make your life a heaven or hell.

I could not tell you if there is something after this life, but I can give you some advice. Live as if there isn't.

As if this were your only opportunity to enjoy, to love, to exist.

So if there is nothing

You have taken advantage of the opportunity that I gave you.

And if so, be certain I will not ask you if you were

behaved or not. I'll ask if you liked it,

If you had fun ... What did you like most? What did you learn?

Stop believing in me - believe is to suppose, guess, imagine.

I do not want to believe me. I want you to feel me in you.

I want you to feel me in you when you kiss your loved one, when you are bundling your little girl, when petting your dog, when bathing in the sea.

Stop praising me! What kind of egotist God you believe me to be? Bothers me that you praise me. It tires me that you give thanks.

Do you feel grateful? Show it by taking care of you, of your health, of your relationships, of the world.

Do you feel looked after, surprised? ... Express your joy! This is the

way to praise me.

Stop complicating things and repeating like a parrot what others

taught you about me. The only certainty is that you're here,

you're alive, and that this world is full of wonders.

Why do you need more miracles?

Why the need for many explanations?

Do not seek me out! You won't find me.

Search me in ... that's where I am beating in you.

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