Journal of Raw Thoughts

Ignorance is bliss, but knowledge is power.

I guess it all depends on your perspective — and what you choose. Happiness, or power.

For example, I want to know the truth behind religion.

I want to know the one true God — whoever that really is — and I’m starting to wonder if it’s even the God humans talk about. Maybe a lesser god, a “sub-God,” created us, through the spiritual branches of government and creation.

I came upon this thought while talking to ChatGPT.

The evolution of technology is extraordinary. I can type something in, and almost instantly, I get a response. It’s amazing. But then I started thinking — whose responses are these really? Someone had to write the code that made AI what it is. Someone gave it its thoughts and processes. It’s a machine, but humans are trying to make it sentient.

In a way, the founders are like gods to AI.

And if that’s true, maybe God is testing us the same way we’re testing technology.

What’s the end goal here? World peace? Control? Something bigger?

While searching for the truth, I find myself wondering — is it even worth knowing?

What would knowing do for me?

We are probably a creation, from a creation, from a creation.

I started this journey because I wanted to find the one true God.

But what if God doesn’t care about us?

What if there is no saving?

What if the truth is so hidden, so layered, that it’s impossible to ever fully understand?

It has me questioning everything.

I don’t know what’s real.

I don’t know if I’m on the right track.

And I don’t even know what this new knowledge would mean for my life.

Religion keeps so many people locked into a system. Maybe that’s the point — maybe it’s a test.

But when you start thinking outside of it… it gets scary.

I honestly don’t know if the truth is worth chasing.

Maybe ignorance is bliss after all.

I’m not a Satanist, but for those who are — what if they’re just adapting?

It’s an evil world we live in.

Maybe they’re just surviving in a system that’s stacked against us all.

I know we’re not supposed to cling to earthly things.

But Satan makes himself findable.

God, meanwhile, feels hidden.

And honestly? I’m going to need God to fight back.

People believe what’s in front of their eyes. We’re simple creatures. We need guidance.

But hiding while we cry out for answers doesn’t feel like guidance — it feels like abandonment.

And when we pray… who’s really answering?