My "deconversion" story, if you will, began long ago when I was just 5 years old. For as long as I can remember, I have been curious and inquisitive about things. But one of the most intriguing things I liked to think about was religion. I used to read my little bible for hours, just pouring through it and trying to learn as much as I could. This led me to the ten commandments, which in turn made me question my mother about why we went to church on Sunday, instead of the original Jewish Saturday. I actually convinced my mother that we should start going on Saturday instead, and we pretty much went to a different sect of Christianity. I slowly learned more about religion, and was dissatisfied with traditional Christianity. I wanted to know it all, and be able to know everything there ever was to know. I entered the world of comparative religion, and began to study different faiths and religious systems.
I delved into other philosophies, and compared to them Christianity, which was perceived in my mind to be the original religion, and that all other faiths branched out from it after the Flood. Then, I realized I knew little about the Flood itself. Actually, I knew relatively little about how Christianity connected with actual history. So I picked up a history book and started to learn. My mother got me video tapes of a man named Kent Hovind, and I took in whatever he spat out and tried to see where it fit in my little worldview. I started to form a pseudo-scientific hodgepodge of religion, and tried to fit the Creation, Garden of Eden, Flood, and other mythical events inside of actual history. I started to think about the Grigori and Nephilim mentioned in the non-canonical texts.
I began to blur the lines between the traditional and unorthodox, and tried to see what was the truth out of the lies. But whatever I was presented with I scrutinized with a careful eye, and even compared it with my new-found knowledge in science and history. I was skeptical of everything and anything I learned, especially concepts that went against fundamentalist Christianity (big bang theory, plate tectonics, evolution, etc.) I then started to turn full circle, and then found myself scrutinizing the traditional stories and concepts in the Bible. The Flood was the first to go, and then it was Lucifer's Rebellion, then it was the Garden of Eden, and then...I collapsed entirely. I felt like I was both liberated from the shackles of deception, but I also felt like I had been thrown into a cold and empty room with no escape. I argued against the existence of God Himself, and even found myself creating the logical arguments of the philosophers of old in my mind on my spare time! I questioned His power, wisdom, love for humanity, etc etc. I tried to break God and His stories and fit them into a little box that I would lock up and mark with "childhood lies".
I had come out of my delusion, only to see that reality was more horrifying than I could ever imagine. Atheists didn't believe in an afterlife...did they? I felt like killing myself, and felt there was no purpose to anything, because after I'm gone nothing I did would matter. But a little glimmer of light inside of me told me to give something a purpose. The desire to keep going. I forgot about suicide and even told my relatives that I had become an atheist. Of course, they became negative towards me, and even tried to convert me back to theism. Their efforts were futile, because I had formed dozens of arguments that would shatter whatever cliche propaganda techniques they were given in Sunday School to keep onto their faith. But then, my dad gave me a long and thorough talk that made me wonder...maybe I was wrong? In that moment I felt like I wanted...no, I NEEDED religion.
But then I stepped back and saw what the problem was: I was being too critical. I started to rethink my position on certain things. I wondered about other religions again, and then started to see the same pattern in them that Christianity oh so popularly displayed. So I gave everything a think-over, and then became an agnostic. I realized there could be something beyond, but till then I'll choose to not think about it. After all, the universe is infinite, and if something loving and caring towards humanity is out there, I'd be happy to get a call from it. I left the ball in God's court long ago, and I know that if He really is real, I get a free ticket to Heaven because it would be irrational for me to go to hell without evidence FOR His existence. So, the ball is still in the Divine's Court.
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