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27-06-2013, 05:57 PM
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Welcome. I look forward to reading more of your posts.

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27-06-2013, 06:03 PM
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(27-06-2013 11:00 AM)sTv0 Wrote:  Cradle Catholic. Dad raised partial Byzantine Rite and Roman Catholic. Mom converted to Catholicism from The Church of The marry my Dad...and her family gave her the cold shoulder for a while. But they (my parents) left their small Ohio river valley town to go to other parts of the world courtesy of the U.S. Air Force; subsequently, we five kids never did know our grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins very well. We saw them once or twice a year, tops.

As for me...well, altar boy a couple of years, choir member for most of my Catholic life. In the choir during college; lived in a Newman Center rectory for 5 years during college. That was a trip. Some of my female college peers thought I was studying to be a priest. Not a chance.

After college, joined and then led a guitar-Mass choir for nine years. That took dedication. I thought I was setting an example, something for people to admire and emulate. Something for me to use as leverage to be a cock-sucking arrogant prick Catholic. Yeah, something like that...

I guess I should say that I was a believer. I tried, I really did. I didn't buy any of the Old Testament mythology, although I never researched it. I believed in God and His Son, Jesus Christ...but I always had, why did my Mom have to suffer and die from a brain tumour? She was a wonderful mother, wife, teacher, always held to her faith. Why? Why didn't God cure her? I remember during the time she was comatose after her diagnosis. The physicians really couldn't do anything for her except try to keep her comfortable, so we brought her home so that she could die in her own place. I fully expected...I FULLY EXPECTED...that she would wake up, rub her eyes, look around the room and ask innocently "why is everybody crying?", and be totally disease-free. Didn't happen. She died in her sleep, with me sleeping on the floor next to her gurney.

That didn't shake my faith, though. I admonished my siblings for their lack of faith in the Lord. They had stopped going to church years soon as they moved out of our parents house. I had the audacity to chide them for not being "strong like me" in their faith.

They put up with it.

In 2009, I was doing some self-education on climate change. I am a scientist by education, training and profession...yet I realized much to my shame that I knew next to nothing about climate change. I understood the basic chemistry and physics, but I had bought into the mantra that my President, GW Bush, had paraded around: it's a fad, it's junk science.

No, it's not.

As I began to read books, scientific journals, blogs, newspaper accounts, it dawned on me that I also didn't know what the religious entities around the planet had to say about climate change. After all, it *is* God's Creation. Shouldn't they have something to say?

So, off I went, spelunking on the Internet, looking at the Vatican's position statement on climate change, the evangelical Christian websites, etc. I discovered that the Vatican did, indeed, have something to say. It was a bit wishy-washy and weak, but it did accept that we should "care for God's Creation". The evangelicals, too, had something to say. In fact, I discovered that the evangelicals couldn't agree on which way the fucking wind blows; two sides emerged. One said "yes, we agree with the Catholics"; the other side, who I discovered became the "Dominionists", believed in a literal interpretation of the Bible, quoting Genesis "And God blessed them, and God said unto them, Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth, and subdue it: and have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over every living thing that moveth upon the earth." Genesis 1:28. Further, they claimed that it was okay to use up all the resources of the planet, to trash it, because Revelation said Jesus would return (Revelation 19) and "make a new planet".

Holy Fucking Fuck! Really? They Really Believe This?

That didn't shake my faith.

I went back to the Vatican website a month or so later. They had changed their position statement somewhat; they made it a bit stronger, but it was still weak, especially in support of the science.

However, whilst perusing the Vatican website, I happened to notice a link to an article about child sex abuse. I followed it. Right Down The Fucking Rabbit Hole.

Hadn't expected to do this. Not at fifty years old, firm in my faith, happy in my service to the Lord. I was a Catholic, one of God's Chosen People, the One True Faith, the One True Church. But for some unexplainable reason, I followed that link.

Off we go!!!! That link took me to other links; websites, blogs, newspaper and magazine articles, books, documentaries, ad infinitum. I discovered that my perception of the child sex abuse scandal in the Catholic Church was wrong, way wrong, way, way, way wrong. I had thought that it "was just a few bad priests, they're probably homosexuals, and the Church is handling it". Wrong.

It is thousands of predator clergy. Literally tens of thousands, perhaps hundreds of thousands of victims. Planet-wide, "from Ireland to Australia", as Christopher Hitchens said. And it's not just the crimes. It's the coverup. By the leadership. All the way to the top.

That Shook My Faith. More precisely, it destroyed it. Utterly and with extreme prejudice.

I found, after months of research, meditation, study, reading, listening, arguing, contemplating, that two things emerged. Two thoughts, really.
1) How could I reconcile my involvement with an institution whose members are allowed to rape and torture children?
2) How could I reconcile my involvement with an institution whose leadership not only had knowledge aforethought of said crimes, but actively engaged in its coverup?

Now, I have friends who are Catholic. Good friends. Close friends. They don't want to talk about it. "Can we talk about this some other time, like, when we're not drinking?", one devout Catholic friend exclaimed. Other Catholic friends argued briefly with me via Facebook and e-mail; they defended the Church. In the face of overwhelming evidence, they defended it. One of them defended one of her friends, a music minister at various parishes in the area, who was convicted of child molestation and is now serving 25 years in a federal prison. A Catholic music minister. I played music with him a couple of times. When he was caught, he phoned his friend and local pastor, a Catholic priest, and had him go over to his apartment and try to delete all the kiddie porn on his computer. The priest was caught, too.

Son of A Bitch!

Okay, that little episode sent me screaming away from Catholicism. Fair enough. But then I began to question God. His Existence. How he could allow these crimes to occur? I discovered Richard Dawkins. Christopher Hitchens. Sam Harris. Dan Barker. John Lofton. Jerry Coyne. Daniel Dannett. I rediscovered my scientific curiosity with the Universe. With our planet. With us as a species. We're apes! All life on this planet is related. All of it. No evidence to support the existence of Moses. The Exodus. No Adam. No Eve. No Original Sin.

No Jesus. No, rilly. No Jesus. No historians or scholars in the 1st Century CE wrote anything about him. No miracles. No birth. No ministry. No trial, no crucifixion. Not one word.

The earliest writings we have about Christ are allegedly from Saul of Tarsus (Paul), an epileptic stutterer who claims he saw Christ in a series of visions. Paul's letters are famously the building blocks of Christianity. Yet he wrote nothing of Jesus' birth, early life, ministry. He wrote only of three things: Jesus death, his rising, and his eventual return. Paul doesn't believe that Jesus was ever a human being. He's not even aware of the idea. And he's the link between the time-frame given for the life of Jesus and the appearance of the first Gospel account of that life.

I didn't know this. Why didn't I know this? I had already discovered that my chosen faith, Catholicism, had been lying to us about the child sex abuse. Had they been lying about these facts, too? Yes. They had. The Shroud of Turin? Fraud. The Testimonium Flavianum? Forged. The Jesus Story? Faked. Transubstantiation? C'mon!

In July 2010 I attended a 4th of July family gathering. One evening, my next oldest sister and I had some time alone to chat. She said two of the most profound things I have ever heard. We were talking about how we had been raised as children, the CCD classes, never missing Mass, getting into trouble when we were teens if we missed. She looked at me and said, "I have always felt cheated that we never knew there were alternatives to Catholicism. We were never allowed to even know that there were other paths. It was Catholicism, and that was it." Later in that same conversation, she said: "Bobby, we were brainwashed". Boom! It was like a lightning bolt into my brain! That was my "A-Ha!" moment. That was the key that unlocked my anger and frustration! Simple words from my next of kin. I finally was able to focus on my anger, begin the process of disassembling it, studying it, releasing it. Finally!

I discarded my Catholic faith officially in July 2010. I stopped attending Mass. In August 2010 I stopped my tithe, thus ending my relationship with the Roman Catholic Church. I called my home parish and had my name removed from their directory. The Church still claims me as one of the Faithful; I haven't yet been excommunicated or de-baptized, but I'll eventually get around to that.

I ended my religious beliefs sometime later in 2010. I decided in Nov. 2010 to call my siblings and tell each of them what I had decided. I found out that 3 of my 4 siblings were decades ahead of me! They had arrived at my decision years ago, and were patiently waiting for me to wake the fuck up! Their paths were different than mine, but we had all arrived at the same destination, nonetheless. I've had...or rather, been given...the opportunity to discuss at length my exit from religion with each of my siblings. Wonderful and frank discussions. Quite moving. I've discovered that they knew early on in their lives that religion was BS, but they kept quiet, went along to get along. As soon as they were out of the house, they made their decisions for themselves. No more religion. Sleeping in on Sundays. No more Holy Days of Obligation. The only real difference between me and my siblings is that they will go to Mass whenever my parents come to visit, or when they visit my parents. I broke the mold on that one. I am the only one to stand up to my dear old Dad and say "No". I made it clear to him that it is not a personal attack against him. My reasons for discarding my faith are clear, and they are valid. I will *never* step inside of a church again, except for weddings and funerals. My next oldest sister, the one who helped me realize why I was so angry, has lately been more forthcoming to my parents about her non-belief. She has told them that she doesn't go to church where she lives. She only goes when they visit, and she only goes because she wants them to be happy.

I had to ask myself a lot of questions in the last 4 years. Questions for which I was unprepared. Questions against which I found I had all the wrong answers. The harm done by religion to us as a species is quite profound. The recent shenanigans by the Religious Right in regards to equal rights, same-sex marriage, contraception, stem cell research, have further stunted our growth as sentient beings. Yes, religion does some good, but the cost of that "good" is and has been staggeringly high. We can ill afford to continue to pay that price. The Abrahamic religions all have an apocalyptic perspective on our existence. Radical elements of those faiths cannot wait for death; they celebrate it, they long for it as a lover longs for his/her mate. We would be wise to discard our superstitious nature, discard it as one discards a bad habit like smoking. Go cold turkey.

We'll never be free from religion, we must accept that fact. But we can work to limit the harm it does. There are two things that have been found to help to cure religion: education, and the Internet. If it weren't for the existence of the Internet, I would not have had the opportunity to research the way I did. This is one of the key reasons the "nones" are growing in our society. Better than 20% of our population in the U.S. are marking their census forms as "not affiliated with any religious beliefs", and our numbers are growing rapidly. A smaller number of us are atheists. Nevertheless, many have seen that there is no reason to hold to the faith of their parents generation. They've reasoned it out; no more superstition. No more fear of non-existent beings threatening you with non-existent eternal torment.

My family has not disowned me. My Dad and my oldest sister are still believers and they regularly attend Mass. I've had a few brief discussions with each of them, but those discussions were early on in the timeline of my exit from religion. I was so angry at that time that I could not concentrate on my argument. I welcome the opportunity to have those discussions now, at the present and in the future, now that I have had time to study, to digest, to come to grips.

To be a Christian these days is to bask in a shallow pond of ignorance. Catholics, like many Christians, don't read their Holy Books. Catholics, especially, don't know scripture. They are brainwashed into believing that they don't need to know scripture. "Leave that to the professionals", Julia Sweeney says in "Letting Go of God", "we'll tell you what you need to know". So my sister and my Dad DON'T KNOW THAT THE BIBLE SPECIFICALLY STATES THAT HOMOSEXUALITY IS A SIN PUNISHABLE BY DEATH. They don't know it! When confronted with that fact, they go silent. Literally. No more words come out of their mouths. They cling to the fable of "gentle Jesus meek and mild coming with a New Covenant", even though Jesus has some pretty divisive things to say about that: "Do not suppose that I have come to bring peace to the earth. I did not come to bring peace, but a sword. For I have come to turn ‘a man against his father, a daughter against her mother, a daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law—a man’s enemies will be the members of his own household.’

"Anyone who loves their father or mother more than me is not worthy of me; anyone who loves their son or daughter more than me is not worthy of me. Whoever does not take up their cross and follow me is not worthy of me." -MATTHEW 10:34-38.

I don't know if my parents will ever understand. The indoctrination that they received as children, reinforced all their lives by our society and by what they've been told are historical "God was on our side and was the reason that we won WWI and WWII last Century"...I don't know. That's tough to overcome, especially when one considers the facts that the United States became, after 1945, the world's only superpower, no competition for manufacturing or industry for decades, no competition for the resources of the planet, a population statistically lopsided in favour of Christianity, and a self-important perspective that the U.S. has been "Divinely Ordained to Lead The World Until Jesus Returns"...I don't know.

I'm doing what I can.

I'm really glad you wrote that, thanks for sharing. I'm about your age, raised Catholic and with three younger siblings, two have drifted away from the church and religion altogether but one left Catholicism for some Fundie sect Weeping

We were all brainwashed, the deconversion process is a tough one.

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“I am quite sure now that often, very often, in matters concerning religion and politics a man's reasoning powers are not above the monkey's."- Mark Twain in Eruption
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28-06-2013, 07:25 AM
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sTv0 I liked your story because there are many details.
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28-06-2013, 11:15 AM (This post was last modified: 01-07-2013 09:15 AM by TwoCultSurvivor.)
RE: Share your de-conversion story
August, 2012.

My sister was on her deathbed, ending a five-year struggle with amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS = Lou Gehrig's Disease). This was in the back of my mind. She lived a thousand miles away. I knew the end was near for her, but did not know how close it was.

For years I had struggled with my faith as a born again Christian (albeit an unorthodox one). Already I had come to the conclusion that the Bible was fallible, but I clinged to the notion that God could have revealed Himself to people who got the main gist while maybe mucking up some details. I accepted Bible contradictions as a combination of human errors and divine paradoxes that I could not explain yet could accept. For example, the question of whether believers are saved by works or by grace through faith vexes most Christians. I determined that God WANTED that struggle within each of us to underscore the need to do good works. Good works were necessary, I reasoned, if not FOR salvation, then in response to it.

My rationalization led me to put off my eventual deconversion.

But it was inevitable. One by one, I reasoned that the Bible's accounts of history were irredeemably false. Adam and Eve. Noah's Flood. The Egyptian captivity. All demonstrably, historically false. Unsupportable. The book of Job? Unspeakably cruel if history. It works only as a fable, and thus must be one. It's a story told to teach a lesson. There was no poor sap who had to live through this, and God would not be so cold-hearted as to allow the death of a man's children to prove a point, only to make it up to him by giving more children later in life. That barely works with puppies. It sure as hell doesn't work with kids. No, Job, like those other stories, could not be literally true.

But there was one thing that kept me hanging on: the resurrection of Jesus Christ. Men who were in a position to know for a FACT whether Jesus was seen in bodily form, alive, after the crucifixion, went to their deaths rather than renounce this belief. Many people are willing to die for a lie, but you'd be hard put to find someone willing to die for something they KNOW is a lie. The jig is up at that point. At that point, you confess.

No. The martryrdom of the early church is history's best evidence of the resurrection of Jesus Christ.

So I held onto the resurrection, and as such, I held onto Christianity.

I could not square the truth of the resurrection with the falseness of the Old Testament historical record. I would have to ask God about that later.

In the meantime, because I often held unorthodox views, I was always wary of mainstream Christianity, particularly its effort to influence law and public policy. So I often took the side of non-believers in matters of public policy. No Ten Commandments in the courthouse, I argued. If it means so much to you, put the monument in your own house. No pledge of allegiance in the schools! We are not one nation UNDER GOD as a matter of public policy, and SHAME on you for forcing other people's children to declare it! If my God needs my government to thrive, then my God is weak indeed!

And then there was the issue of gay rights. This, I struggled with greatly. I always believed being gay was a choice (but never noticed that being straight was not). Homosexuality was rebellion against God. But I could think of no secular reason to deprive gays of the right to make that choice. So, grudgingly, I ceased being a teenage anti-gay bully and became a reluctant, half-hearted supporter of gay rights. If it's a choice, I had to concede gays' right to make that choice. If it's not a choice...

If it's not a choice...

IF??? it's not a choice?

It's not a choice?

It's not a choice.

And that recognition stabbed at the very heart of my theology. How do I reconcile the Bible's countless errors and blunders with the notion that it gives testament to an omniscient God. Because now people's right to be who they are, to love who they love, without my even HAVING a right to an opinion on the matter, was at stake. How could homosexuality be a sin if it's not a choice?

But there's always the resurrection. That happened. Can't deny it.

I started to question it, though. And in questioning it, I came back to my earlier justification: the martyrdom of the saints provided the best defense...

And how did I know the martyrdom of the saints took place? It's in the Bible. The same Bible with all those documentably false stories...

So I began a search for historical evidence to support the martyrdom of the saints in the first century church, the believers who would have known for a fact that Jesus did or did not rise from the dead.

And I knew, I just knew from the get-go what I was going to find.

Nothing. Not a scrap of historical evidence that the events recorded in the book of Acts took place. In fact, I found reasons to doubt the very existence of Jesus, never mind who he was. His birth, I learned, took place in two incompatible years (for Americans, I like to draw a picture of someone being born during the presidency of Richard Nixon and the Vice Presidency of Dan Quayle: a difficult proposition, considering those two time periods did not overlap).

The last belief connecting me to Christianity was gone. As atheists like to put it, I had finally gone one God further.

I did not play the agnostic game very long. I used to say no one could really be an atheist. At best we are agnostics, because we can't claim to know for a fact that there's no God. But I came to realize there's a difference between "knowing" and "believing." Believing leaves room to adjust one's views while drawing a conclusion based on information that's available now. I believed in God without knowing for a fact He existed. I could just as easily believe there is no God, despite being unable to prove it conclusively. I KNOW that the position I embrace today is more consistent with available evidence than the faith I once held.

There is no God.

I wept, thinking of the wasted years. I smiled, realizing that shackles had fallen from my wrists and ankles.

I told a friend or two. They welcomed me into the freethinking fold.

And then my sister died.

(This story pics up on the thread My First Funeral as an Atheist)
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28-06-2013, 04:36 PM
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TwoCultSurvivor I liked your story. Your story contain details and this is short.
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28-06-2013, 05:05 PM
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Thank you. I like the other stories too. Enlightening.

Those of you who just said "bullshit" and never bought into Christianity in the first place: I envy you guys. I really do.
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28-06-2013, 10:13 PM
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Luckily, I wasn't raised religious.

Sure, I was told that god was real, and that Jesus had risen from the dead.

I was lucky enough to be a chronic sleeper when I was younger, and I would always bring a pillow and a blanket to the hall. (the hall meaning the Kingdom Hall, the place of worship for Jehovah's witnesses.) We stopped going to church for some reason, and we never spoke of it again.

Also, my father is really cool about religion. When he was a kid he wasn't allowed to eat "lucky" charms or play with "evel" knievel because he was raised as a witness. He made sure not to pass this lack of toys to me, and he let me have everything that I wanted, he didn't care what the title was or what it was called. Today, my father still believes in God, but I view him as a soft deist because he believes in the big bang and some of evolution (he doesn't believe that man is the product of evolution, but that everything else is and undergoes variation). I love to have conversations with my father because he's so cool about it (I originally thought that he was a young earth creationist and I'm glad that I was wrong).

My mother rarely puts her views out there, and frankly I don't want to hear them because she believes in everything that is crazy. One time I challenged her beliefs and I think I made her sad and disappointed in me.

Neither of my parents believe in anything called hell, and I'm glad for that because now they don't believe that they won't see me in heaven. I couldn't live with myself if my parents did believe in hell, and I probably would have never told my father that I really don't believe, I just would never want to break their hearts.

I'm also an Atheist because of science and nature, one of my earliest passions. I would always watch Steve Irwin and nature documentaries, which has contributed greatly to my knowledge of the world.
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29-06-2013, 07:59 AM
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While growing up I was never exposed to church or any brand of religion. My grand parents were Catholic, but never seemed to talk about it much themselves. My religious "upbringing" came from friends. While I was in school I never went to church or proffessed anything, but due to my cultural surroundings I did believe in God, i.e., the Christian one.

After my daughter was born I went through a period of self reflection. It seemed to me that it was time for me to "get my act together" and grow up. For me this meant, I need to get into church and raise my kid "right". So, that is where the conversion began. I started going to a Baptist church on Sundays and finally "gave my life to Christ."

From there began my journey into this mysterious and powerful tome called the Bible! Yes, I have heard it called the perfect word of the Living God, the infallible word of truth and I believed that all of lifes answers would be found within its sacred pages. I read it daily. I prayed daily. I was born again, and I believed that the Holy Spirit would teach me all there is to know.

By now I was attending every service and Sunday school. I was "witnessing" to anyone who would listen. I had some nagging questions, like the age of accountability, the flood but I simply shrugged off those rational responses and gave them over to the Spirit to show me the truth. Before long I had unkowingly trapped myself in a web of circular reasoning. Any nagging questions were obviously of the devil, and I was not to "lean on my own understanding" but to "Study to show myself approved, a workman unto God who needeth not be ashamed."

In an effort to strengthen my faith I began to dig for evidence that MY belief system was indeed to true, and why everyone else...well, was false. I studied other religions, I bought books by apologists who held my same beliefs (go figure). By now I was well grounded. I could quote scripture like a pro! I then began to collect the writings (bibles and literature) of other religions and other christian sects and dissect them myself for herresies. I would debate any Catholic, Campbelite, Pentecostal, Jehovahs Witness, Mormon who would challenge me or dare step to my door. I never debated an Atheist because I automatically dismissed them as evil or "lost".

Also during this time, I felt the "call to preach". While I never pastored, I did fill in on Sundays and Wednesdays for our pastor, or I would go fill in at sister churches when their pastor would be gone. I taught Sunday school for the Teens and also would fill in for the adult class if needed. By this time I had volumes of books, study guides, commentaries, a Greek Hebrew interlinier bible, Thayers Lexicon of the Greek NT, Strongs Concordance and I used them daily in an effort to gain understanding of what "God" was trying to say.

But during all this I still had those nagging questions. I remember when Josh Mcdowell's book "Evidence that Demands A Verdict" came out. I bought it and the sequel that followed. So now I thought I had even more "proof" of my "convictions". But the same way I needed the literature of other religions, I needed some evidence that the "Bible was the Complete word of God as well. Mind you, this was all pre-internet days, so all my study had to come from actually buying books or spending time in the library. Now when I discovered the "history" of how the bible was compiled I was dumbfounded. But then there was that "trick of Satan" safe word that helped, but it didn't hold up as well as it use to for me.

Even by this time I would question my own salvation due to the fact that I just didn't seem to have the same "conversations" with god other believers claimed within the church. I didn't "feel his presence". I didn't "hear his voice softly speaking to me" etc and so on. This compounded my Bible problem. Then add to that the same issues that bugged me from the beginning and it all began to unravel. Mind you I am giving the "readers digest version", but this was an agonizing period of years. My whole eternity, my soul's investment is now laying shattered into a million pieces.

Notice I didn't add to this the utter hypocrisy and politicing that I saw within the cliques of the church. Some of the horrible ways they would treat their own who may have "fallen" and so on. I didn't need that to convince me that there was something seriously wrong. The acedemic, rational aspects along with my own experience was enough, more than enough to convince me that NONE of this was accurate or real.

It actually took a few years for me to even convince myself that no one was reading my mind. Even though I didn't believe it, those automatic thoughts persisted as I tried to de-program myself from the barage of indoctrination I subjected myself to. At times I could still get a flat tire and wonder if god was punishing me for rejecting him. Yes, the brain washing is THAT strong. Studying "the word" create scripts that your mind relies on to explain everyday experience. The circular reasoning prepetuates them. Those Automatic thoughts then trigger an emotional response that then feeds/reinforces the circular reasoning until you find yourself back at square one.

Only recently have I become an open Atheist. Only recently have I been able to fully overcome any thoughts that someone is reading my mind or that anything bad that happens is due to god punishing me. It is amazing how quick god's presence can be felt when it comes to punishment, but he always seems to have a "bigger plan for you" when you need something good. But now I digress. But that is my de-conversion, my escape from the slavery of religious mind control in a nutshell.

I will end with this thought on arguing with the fundies. It is easy to ridicule those who are still "fundies" but if we are really interested in winning the intellectual battle, it must be done in that arena. For example, a cognitive therapist does not ridicule a patient out of anxiety or say a phobia. Nor do they come out showing "proof" that their basis may be irrational. They must identify the underlying belief, then work from there. It is a systematic de-programing of those self destructive irrational beliefs. People "stuck" in religion have a defense mechanism, which is a circular reasoning. That reasoning hinges that "god is always right/good, the bible says so, the devil is the enemy of god and his people, any resistance to god and his people is of the devil. Why? because the devil is a deceiver, the bible says so..." and so on. Once that reasoning can be interrupted, then proper investigation of "evidence" can be introduced. The quickest way to become an Atheist? Read your bible, and study its formation.

"Now I don't want to be sane either, but I'm just saying there may be other delusions and hallucinations worthy of consideration before jumping to an irrational conclusion, that's all."
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29-06-2013, 09:28 AM
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Fisty_McBeefpunch I liked your story.
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29-06-2013, 11:01 AM
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Thank you Viocjit. Smile

"Now I don't want to be sane either, but I'm just saying there may be other delusions and hallucinations worthy of consideration before jumping to an irrational conclusion, that's all."
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