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Any religion that does not offer a means to have a direct experience of the Divine--an experience that delivers transformative energy, information, and meaning, one usually characterized as "mystical" or "visionary"--is a failed religion.

Any new religion that fails to offer such an experience is a non-starter. 

Enabling and conditioning an experience of the Divine while creating a community in which that experience can be anchored is the only real purpose of religion. Everything else--the "designated behaviors and practices, morals, beliefs, worldviews, texts, sanctified places, prophecies, ethics, or organizations" that are what people generally mean when they say the word--is pointless if it does not support such an experience.

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