Hey /x/
Not a very spiritual person here, but after regularly attending this board, I've gained an interest in the idea of demons, angels, etc (in the Abrahamic traditions)
Im by no means "new" to this, as I grew up going to Catholic schools, i just kinda took everything they said with a grain of salt.
I never looked into the taboo's of this sort of thing. Demons, Satan, things like that.
>Actual post starts here, sorry for the long backstory lol
Why is the idea of "selling" your soul for some materialistic gain such a common (although discouraged) idea? As someone who doesnt believe in an afterlife, should i try making a deal with this devil for knowledge, power, or wealth? If so, how would i?
>>19339317
>7.5 billion humans
>1 satan
>people give their souls to him for free
you're not gonna get much
>>19339317
Had someone sell me their soul for a beer a while back.
>>19339625
why do you fucking do this?
i have a friend that does this when he goes out asking everyone if they want to sell their soul for some cigs or a beer.
sometimes they come back a few hours and he sells it back to them for 20 bucks.
>>19339317
Priceless
about three fiddies
EDIT: thanks for the gold kind stranger (:
>>19339714
upvoted
depends on the condition of the soul...
>>19339317
I'll just explain why it is discouraged. The rest shouldn't matter if you take yourself seriously.
We use 'soul' to capture our divine essence in a word. You can't really give that up but you will feel the guilt of having attempted to. It will take away the light in your eyes. No amount of knowledge, power or wealth can make up for giving away the source of your power: the Idea that God is your friend, that he respects you, that he loves you.
>>19339784
Depends, do you believe in christ?
>>19339317
$130.000
my soul is worth all time blues guitar fame
>>19339317
"For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?" Mark 8:36
The soul is transcendental to the concept of value
>>19339317
Selling your soul = wasting your life. It's not necessarily a monetary thing, anything that takes you away from God does it.
Different religions paint it in different terms, but the theory is the same across the board.
>>19339317
Your soul is worth as much as you value. Hence why in stories the devil goes after those who don't want to give it to him, and tries harder the more he gets rejected.
>>19339317
about tree fiddy
>>19339317
Around 1 soul goes to hell every second (ca 120 000 deaths a day), it takes you over one second to sign a contract, so it has negative value. Or at least if I were Satan, I would probably have a better way to spend 15 seconds.
>>19340969
I don't need to. When I think of God, no image comes to my mind, only a good feeling. I don't know what he wants, what he looks for in people, what his plan is or if he even has one. I don't even know if he is real. But I know guilt is real, innocence is real and I know words have power.
Relevant story (I swear it's the truth, don't blame you if you don't believe it):
I've walked through hell. It happened after I forced my love on a girl who didn't love me back (if you can rape with words alone, I raped her). That evening, I collapsed into myself and woke up feeling like a shadow of myself the next. I started walking in a random direction through my hometown, just to feel something. It was a total freak show. I saw houses and rivers that don't exist in reality. The sun was shining but nothing reflected its light. Dead turkeys were laying in the street, people were burning their lawns with a flamethrower. I saw that, but it was not a dream. It was my reality that day. I was a ghost, invisible to real people. When I spoke to them, the devil replied using their voice. I kept walking. The more hours passed, the more my surroundings became familiar to me. After a whole day of walking, I came to my parents' home. They were not there, but there were notes everywhere in capital letters that all said they were looking for me. I ate something, I drank something, I showered and then my parents returned home. Only when I hugged them could I believe I was alive again. Before that, I knew I was dead. It wasn't even a question for me, the whole day had been an affirmation of me being dead. I picked up my life from that point, but the day still exists as a bug in my memory. I'm sure it was shame that caused me to have this experience. I didn't believe innocence was important before that day, but now I simply have to believe it. I never want to return to that place and loss of innocence is the only explanation I have for how I got there.
>>19341306
/tread