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Lol. That'd be strange.
It must not be sentient, it's such a strange concept though. That anything is fate, that there is anything other than just choice and pure free will.

I think the only reason I even entertain th concept of fate is because from a higher dimensional standpoint time would be as concrete and transversible as two and three dimensional space. Thus if from another point of view past, present and future are equally visible and accessible, they must influence each other the same way moving your hand moves the air and affects it's surroundings.
Thus when viewed from a higher dimension earlier and later (like nearer and further in the 3rd dimension) can affect each other, creating a strange effect that we, as 3 dimensional beings, cannot totally comprehend other than strange inklings/Deja vu/etc, and this, this movement in time, is what we percieve as fate.

Thanks ^_^

The interplay between physics and metaphysics is fascinating.

I think the point is that it can't be totally comprehended. And if anyone gets too close they add ten layers of complexity. stressed

Well, study then stressed

I don't know, this kinda stuff just interests me and that makes learning it a little easier. I was raised on this sorta stuff.

I've been close to death 2 times in life, perhaps 3, but count that 3 escapes.

The first time, when I was a small kid, I was happy with my tricycle and the right helping wheel slid off the little bridge in front of my grandma's house, drawing me and the tricycle into the very small ravine (only a few feet deep) but it's bottom filled with sharp angular rocks. I was found by my grandma a few minutes after the fall, and I only ended up with a broken wrist. But a huge sharp rock was only at 3cms or so near my head - so I escaped by little a head trauma that might have been more dangerous.

The second time, I was 13, starting High School - all excited and all and when I cross a street, a car hits me - throwing me slightly back. I instantly knew my leg bone (tibia) had something - and a few minutes later, witnesses saw a big patch of blood in the middle of the street. Open fracture as I would see it when the ambulatory technician cut my jean open. As he said, I was damn lucky my backpack was loaded with homework - I would have certainly hit my head and have a serious head trauma - maybe leading to coma or death.

The third time around, I was 14 or 15, I had this very nasty cold virus - and I was coughing and throwing up every other 5 minutes. And near the end, I was in the kitchen and I that one night I was coughing real hard and at some point, I missed having air or something, I remember feeling light headed, not feeling my heart beat anymore and thinking "oh - so now I'm gonna faint and die... " and I somehow whispered to my mom who was near that my heart had stopped and my dad who was smoking at the kitchen's other end got up, slapped me hard in the back and there I was grasping for air again and my heart was beating. The laps of time my heart has stopped was about 1 minute - so not all to dangerous, but if my dad weren't there ...

Now, I am not afraid to die. I just don't want it to be long and suffering, as most ppl desire.

And I also read a lot of Death literature, mystic and paranormal, after my school geography teacher died one summer of brain cancer. His death affected me much more than my 3 failed ... occasions.

I havent found anything similar to my religion.

Love for nature, love for war, love for death, respect for mother earth, respect for soldiers, respect for the reaper. Love for fighting, respect for fighting.... I wish to live in peace, but my peace is war. My afterlife is Valhalla. Or so I wish it to be. Basically.

I thought paganism was just worshipping many gods. I dont worship anything but myself. I respect nature, but dont worship a god devoted to nature.