I’m finally coming out of the closet…

November 14, 2013 — 53 Comments

…as I have grown weary of “hiding” who I am, and have been, for over a year now.

I have put this off and put it off for a while now but I realized that I needed to be up front and honest.

Also, I wanted to put a face to what I am:



I am an atheist.

Not even joking; not even a little bit.

I’m going to attempt a bit of a summary — if that is even possible. How can I even try to sum up what has been such an evolution of self?

It was a gradual process and not a path that I deliberately set out upon. Ten years ago I began asking myself questions about whether or not I thought that the Bible was the inerrant, infallible word of God. And so I started reading. The answers I discovered scared the shit outta me.

Allow me to give you some back story if I may:

You see — I was raised in church. My Irish Catholic mother became a “born-again spirit-filled” Christian when she was twenty-four years old. My father sort of stumbled along behind her in his faith for a few years until finally becoming a believer. I grew up in the Vineyard, a church that was, at the time, non-denominational and becoming well known for its contemporary worship songs. I loved church. I loved the music. Life was good. I learned my bible verses. I went to the youth retreats. I learned the hand signs for all of the worship songs. I longed for the day when I would speak in tongues. The laying on of the hands. The pouring out of the Holy Spirit. Oh, I learned it all. It was a language, a lifestyle; easy as breathing. I was told I had a gift for worship, that God had blessed me with melodies from heaven. My talents were not mine, they were to be used for God’s glory, and I accepted that totally and without question. Why would I question it? I didn’t know anything else.

After my mom died when I was thirteen life was pretty rough. I still went to church for a couple of years after that but, as I got a little older, my father and I fought like it was our job and my siblings and I were left on our own quite often while he was working. I worked a lot, too, working as many as three jobs at a time to help pay bills. I dabbled in underage drinking; I chain smoked cigarettes and generally felt very sorry for myself. I lied a lot back then. Life was so wretched that I wanted to be anything but me and anywhere but where I was. I didn’t really do church all that much in my later teen years.

One night, in a drunken stupor (that I was driving in such an inebriated state makes me shudder), I drove myself out to the cemetery where my mother is buried. I threw myself down on my mother’s grave and had a long conversation with Jesus about whether he was really real. I had an experience that I believed was real. I truly thought that I felt the presence of God. I decided then and there to start going back to church. I joined a Christian band, got married to the tall bass player of said band when I was a WAY TOO YOUNG twenty year old, and had my first son, Phoenix, when I was twenty-two. During all of this I became heavily involved in the 6:00 pm night service of my old church, the Atlanta Vineyard. It was started by a young worship intern at the church; a bright-eyed, talented optimist named Billy who wanted to create a church service geared towards people in their late teens and early twenties; it was called Vineyard Sunday Night. VSN grew from being just a young adult service to a service that attracted people of all types. “We attract a certain psychographic – not a demographic,” was something that was often said. I became a regular worship leader and band member; sometimes traveling all over the country to lead worship alongside Billy for different church retreats and functions. VSN became so well known for its music, especially within the Vineyard churches, that we even recorded a live worship album called “1000 Generations”.

A core group of us took our now rather large evening service taking place in a suburb of Atlanta, and planted a church in Midtown Atlanta. It was at our leaders group meeting that we voted, if I remember correctly, and the name Trinity was decided upon. Trinity Vineyard ( now Trinity Anglican Mission ) was born. The first service happened in October of 2002. It was a great success. In fact, the church is still doing really well; some of you reading this probably attend Trinity or, at the very least, a church planted out of it.

In 2005 I read a book by Daniel Quinn called “Ishmael“. It was the first time that I had read something that made me realize that not everyone took the Bible and it being the literal “Word of God” seriously. That there might be different interpretations. Yes, yes, I know. I was naive; however, my natural rampant curiosity took hold and I picked up a book about the inconsistencies of the Bible. I don’t even remember what it was called. It just became, “…that book that scared me.” I read about two chapters and didn’t go any further. The cognitive dissonance roaring in my brain was dreadful. It was easier to retreat to the known and comfortable. Plus, my marriage to the tall bass player was crumbling and it was causing problems with my relationships in the church. The last thing I needed was to throw the, “…and hey, I’m not sure I think this stuff is true,” into the fray. I locked all my doubts up in a corner of my brain and got down to the business of survival.

June of 2006 saw the end of my marriage and the scandalous kissing of Zack Arias in my front yard.

Life got all kinds of hard and glorious and sweet and sorrow all at once after that and I didn’t have time to think about much of anything over the next few years.

July 2008 Zack and I were married; blending our families — a cocktail of 3 parts Arias’ and 2 parts Coffee’s, and then — SURPRISE — 6 weeks after our marriage, finding out we had one on the way.

It was in Barnes and Noble with a brand new Hawke Danger in a baby sling that I found myself in the philosophy section holding a book called “Jesus, Interrupted: Revealing the Hidden Contradictions in the Bible” by Bart D. Ehrman. My little sister, who had come out as a lesbian a few years earlier, was struggling with reconciling who she knew herself to be with the fact that we had family members who believed she was living in sin. “We love her but hate the sin.” Or, “It’s not God’s best for her.” Or, “She just hasn’t met the right man.” Or, “The Bible says that homosexuality is a sin. God abhors it. We can’t condone this. What’s next? Are we going to legalize beastiality?”

I couldn’t make sense of that. I had been reading all of the Christian apologists in an attempt to figure out what Christians believed. Why is this so hard? I would wonder. Who has the TRUE and RIGHT interpretation of what the Bible says? Everyone has an opinion; who is right? I bought the “Jesus, Interrupted” book with the thought that it would only be fodder for strengthening my faith. God was on my side. We were a team. I had a RELATIONSHIP with him. God was gonna cream Bart D. Ehrman and send him crying home to his momma.

Well, good ol’ Bart, while not clobbering God in my mind, definitely did some serious damage. I could feel myself thinking, “C’mon, God! Get back up! You’re not going to let him do that, are you?” I did, however, finally give up on the idea that the Bible was without fault; that it was God’s word to humankind. Obviously that wasn’t true anymore. Okay, then, I thought, the Bible is an amazing piece of historical literature written by people who weren’t who they said they were and who cares if the first five books of the Bible were written by four different people? Who cares that there are so many contradictions? It made me feel better knowing that God hadn’t done a shitty job communicating to human beings through a Bronze Age book. Good. That would’ve been a bad idea anyway.

My curiosity, however, was only increased. I surreptitiously started reading everything I could get my hands on.  The God Delusion by Dawkins. God is not Great by Hitchens. Godless by Barker. I started googling the hell out of everything. I would read something profound in an atheist book and run scrambling over to the Christian writers looking for anything to provide a retort; a better answer, of which, sadly, there were none. What about my spiritual experiences? Those were real, right? Oh, apparently not.

I desperately wanted the atheists to be wrong. I would lie awake at night having long drawn out conversations in my head with God. “C’mon. Please. You’re kidding, right? You ARE going to show up, right? Is this like in the movies when everyone thinks the good guy is dead but he’s really not and there’s like a big fuck off dramatic moment where the good guy shows up at the last minute? Is that what this is? C’mon! I’m FALLING HERE. PLEASE CATCH ME.” I kept up the act with everyone. Praise Jesus. Let’s bow our heads. I’ll be praying for you. Amen and amen.

But the more I learned the quieter the cognitive dissonance became till one day I realized that I didn’t believe in God anymore. I didn’t need anyone to catch me because I had caught myself.

It broke my heart, though. I wrote down the following words:

“I never set out to lose my faith in you, but you made it so easy to do.”

I went through a period of feeling oddly guilty that my thoughts were just that — my thoughts. Julia Sweeney describes it perfectly in her autobiographical humorous monologue “Letting Go of God”. (If you have the time, you should listen to it. It’s funny and insightful and really really good.) Then there was the realization that, Oh my goodness. I’m an ‘effing ATHEIST. But wait – I’m still me. I didn’t turn into an evil, crabby (well, except for monthly punctuation), baby eating, weirdo who lives in caves and lies in wait for someone to bless me when I sneeze so that I can destroy them.

Zack, of course, was the first to know. That was a year ago. Then I told a couple of my closest friends here in town. Then a couple of months after that I emailed all of my closest friends that don’t live in town and “came out to them”. Then I emailed another larger group about it, too. I didn’t want everyone to find out…well — like this. Some responses were lovely and accepting. Some were tinged with sadness. Some didn’t respond at all. One friend said something telling, (and here I’m going to paraphrase badly)

“You always post such interesting stuff on Facebook and I always thought it was cool because you were challenging some of the traditionally held beliefs but it was okay because you were a Christian, too, and I thought it was a good way to get people to stretch their brains a bit.”

“So what you’re saying is that when people find out I’m an atheist I’ll be written off? Like, Oh, NO wonder she was sharing that stuff about transgendered people and all that weird stuff. She’s an ATHEIST.”

“Yeah, basically. It’s sad, but true.”

“Great. That sucks.”


So, there you have it. That’s where I am.

To all of you believers out there:

You’re not going to tell me anything I don’t already know. For instance, here is a list of things most of you are thinking and/or have thought while reading this:

1. Satan has overtaken me and deceived me. Screwtape and Wormwood and all that, right?

2. I’m under spiritual attack.

3. I must’ve not been a TRUE believer in Jesus.

4. This is a phase.

5. I’m being dramatic.

6. That I might’ve given up on God but God has not given up on me.

7. That I need to lean not on my own understanding.

8. It was my search for knowledge that led me down this path and knowledge is evil.

9. What is my purpose now?

Please, do me a favour, and watch this:

15 Things Christians Say to Atheists (And Shouldn’t)

Hemant Mehta does a lovely job here. He’s a nice guy that Hemant.

Have questions? Put them in the comments or shoot me an email: meghan @ meghanarias . com

Thanks for reading.

53 responses to I’m finally coming out of the closet…

  1. You are brave. What’s the use in pretending? I love that you let me be congruently myself. I will always hold space for you to be exactly who you are. <3

  2. I have a question…so you like frosting on your cupcakes or just the cupcake part? I like the cake part and always give the frosting to my daughters or my bff b/c they actually like it.

    I’m not gonna judge you. I’m not invalidating your words, but they don’t have any affect on how I view you. I’m a cradle Catholic. Basically what I’m saying is that I’m glad you shared your true self. I still admire you from afar. Heck, I admire you even more because you were willing to put yourself out there. It takes a lot of courage to accept who you are and to do it in an unapologetic manner…publicly, well damn, that’s like being a powerful vagina!

  3. Actually Meghan,

    If you don’t think that there are solid answers to what Bart Ehrman says (texually speaking) then there most certainly are things you don’t know.


    I’ll leave it at that…no sense starting something here. :)

    Have a good day, keep singing and releasing your music…I think you are very talented.


    • Thanks for writing!

      Bart Ehrman is definitely not the end all be all when it comes to examining the Bible from a historical critical perspective. He is also not the only scholar that I have read about it either. If were to go in depth into everything that I have read and researched this blog post would’ve been a book. I only mentioned Bart because it was the “Jesus, Interrupted” book that first launched me into the true examination of what I believed at the time. Does that make sense?

      Thanks for your kind words about my music!

  4. Thanks for writing this, Meghan. I applaud you for ‘coming out’, especially in the deep south where if it were legal, atheists may very well be lynched. You are braver than I and many others, as I choose to remain anonymous as a godless person for the time being. I only share this with the closest to me, and for you to use your blog as a megaphone for your beliefs, well, that takes a tremendous amount of courage. I think this may also be a transitory time where you will find your true friendships, if you haven’t already, those people who see you for the wonderful human being you are and not any dogma you need to subscribe to to earn the trust/friendship of a believer. You have my email, so you know who I am, and I remain your friend regardless of your disbelief in the supernatural.

    • Thank you very much, friend. Yes – I am a Meg Aphone. ;-) I have so much more to say and I figured I might as well get this out of the way to make room for more stuff to talk about. We need to have you and your lady love over for dinner soon.

  5. Meghan, I don’t even know you, a friend of mine commented on your status and therefore this showed on my Facebook feed. How beautifully articulate you are in saying all the things that so many people think and are too afraid to voice. I too have gone through these stages of letting go and coming to terms with my personal inability to go along with what I was raised to “know”. There is so much beauty in your bravery and honesty. Thank you.

    • Maggie,

      Thank YOU so much in taking the time to read and “stopping by” as it were. It’s nice to know that we are not alone; that there are people who stand in solidarity together and that WE are not the crazy ones. Much love to you.

  6. Hey Meg,

    You are very very brave. I was raised very conservatively in a very protected environment. I broke free of it all many years ago and life has only got better since. What’s more, my love for all people has grown – there’s no judgement any more. I am free of fear and dogma – I can be myself now.

    I can relate to you so much. My social circle is full of people who judge me for what I don’t believe. When in fact, I believe in people and humanity. Not in judgment and negativity.

    Kudos to you!

  7. I couldn’t say anything better than Betsy Canas Garmon.

  8. No matter what you believe you will always be a loving mother, adored wife, a talented musician and most important of all…an individual.

  9. Sorry for the “friends” you lost Meghan, but you need to be true to yourself. You can be proud of who you are :)
    Love you

    • Paule, (Are you my Paule from Cuba??? Well, not FROM Cuba but you know what I mean. ;-) )

      I am proud of who I am! I wasn’t always, but that’s not so anymore. I’ve actually not lost friends over this. At least no one that I miss. I lost most of my friends when I chose to get divorced oh so long ago. So, so far all is well. Now, people might disagree with me, and that’s totally fine, but it’s not going to define my relationship with people. “You believe in a deity? Well then I’m not associating with YOU.” Yeah, that’s not gonna happen. However, I totally welcome any and all conversations about it. ;-)

  10. I totally get this. Meg, Brian here from that one place one time… Wide and I had dinner at your house in like 2011?! I can’t freaking remember

    Two thoughts. 1. You could be a Muslim Lesbian space alien and it wouldn’t change the fact that I’m a fan of you and your husband and pretty sure that your human. Humans gonna be humans. Not to undermine you post by any means but it didn’t change my opinion. For the plus or the minus.

    2. I’ve given up in God a few times now this year alone based on a whole lot. Mostly based on the fact that I get the impression that he’s a big dick. I get angry when he calls himself good and caring especially after all the traveling I’ve done over the last 6 years. “Hey kid who gets raped multiple times a day! Cheer up. God loves you! Aaalllllll betttter.” Anyways, reading this was super refreshing as I think back on my experience while reading your story… Which is super personal. I loved it.

    3. BONUS THOUGHT!! Beer still tastes good

    The end

    • Thanks very much, Brian! I’m not sure who Wide is, though? Because of this I’m not sure I know who you are. I know A LOT of Brian’s and A LOT of people have had dinner at my house. ;-)

      Now I kinda wish I was a Muslim Lesbian Space Alien.

      Beer does taste good. Sadly I can’t have gluten anymore. YAY WINE.

  11. Dear Meghan,

    I’m not gonna say it’s not sad news, but hey! I was born and raised Catholic, some Christians don’t even consider me a Christian!

    I’m an unapologetic, practicing Catholic, Theology student, wife to a future Permanent Deacon, and thank goodness we’re not Fundamentalists, because that’s when these problems arise (I’m not intending to start an argument here with those of y’all readers who believe textually what the Bible says, but honestly, if you read it literally, no wonder Atheists make chopped steak out of y’all when confronted with “difficult passages”).

    Anyhow, Meghan, this is your journey, live it as it comes. A word of caution, though: wherever it is this journey leads you, just make sure you’re truly, honestly looking for the truth, and whatever is real, beautiful, and good.

    It goes without saying that you’re in my prayers, that you may finally find whatever it is that you’re looking for.

    Love you, girl, even when you don’t know me.


    • Veronica,

      Thanks for writing. I can only assume it’s because you don’t know me in real life that you felt compelled to give me a word of caution. (Which I appreciate – I really really do.) ;-) It was because I was truly and honestly looking for truth that I ended up where I am. It’s been my constant quest these last several years to seek out and dwell in and among all things bright and beautiful and true. As for what I’ve been looking for? I’ve found it. Peace of mind, the celebration of this gloriously quick life I get to have, being kind, loving humanity and those closest to me as best as I can, and the excitement from always asking, “Why?” As Ricky Gervais once said, “It’s a strange myth that atheists have nothing to live for. It’s the opposite. We have nothing to die for; we have everything to live for.”

  12. i’m not going to pretend that i wasn’t sad reading this, but at the same time, i’m really glad that you are able to be honest with yourself and honest with others. i grew up as a pk, so a lot of what you shared are things i still struggle with today.

    • Thanks for reading, Esther. I appreciate it. My only encouragement is to push into the struggles and dig deep for answers. Don’t accept the status quo. Much love to you.

  13. I love this telling of your journey. You have such a great way with words. I fell like I’ve just spent a lovely moment or two after a meal, in conversation with you. That’s the effect of how you tell your story. As to being an atheist, fine and dandy. Keep up telling your stories here and in song. I love to listen.

    • Aw, Matt Penning, you’ve made me blush. You paid me the highest compliment when saying that you felt like it was a conversation. The best kind of reading is when it feels natural and conversational so I’m glad my writing made it so for you.

  14. I come from a similar religious background and experiences. But I find your words intriguing. I have been on the fence for a long time and still go back and forth. One thought that I struggle with (and I’m sure I will get torn apart for saying this): I wish people of Christian faith were more logical, intellectual, and realistic. I wish that when you think of faith you don’t immediately think ignorance, stupidity and naivety. I struggle with this the most. I want to walk into a church and be surrounded (or at least feel like I am surrounded) by highly educated, extensively knowlegable, progressive minded individuals. I want that to be the rule, not the exception. But it just isn’t. I don’t want to be in a room of “sheep” but rather wolves, hungry for knowledge and life. I want to believe in God, and I am scrapping for anything I can to continue my belief. I don’t think I can write God off completely, but I can’t seem to make myself believe in him fully. I am continuing this journey. Thank you for sharing yours. PS: excuse my subpar grammar. This may be my first attempt at articulating my thought on this.

    • Oh my friend, I wish that people of Christian faith were logical, intellectual, and realistic, too. There are some out there, but sadly, like you said, they are an exception to the rule.

      I wanted to believe in God for a long time, too. It’s why I stuck it out so long. But, after a while, it became futile. Much like a teenager would feel trying to maintain belief in Santa Claus. Just because one desperately wants something to be true; just because one feels deeply that something is true; just because one believes something to be true, sadly, does not make it so.

      Definitely continue your journey. But don’t be afraid to poke holes in EVERYTHING. Look behind all the curtains. Ask all the questions. Be committed to going down the path in search for truth wherever it takes you. I wish you all the best in the world.

    • Hi “Thinking”

      I think you would love the “Unbelievable” podcast. Every week they have a discussion between a highly intellectual Christian and non-Christian (sometimes they’ll have two Christians from different denominations). But it is an extremely well-balanced discussion that is a favorite among believers and atheists alike. I can think of no better resource for listening to logical, intellectual and realistic Christians. :) Check it out:

  15. Better to be cold than lukewarm. Being honest is a better place than being in denial. Maybe God can have a real conversation with you now, though. All the best on your journey!

    • Not sure what you mean when you say, “…a real conversation with you now, though.” A real conversation with me NOW? This made me laugh. I suppose before, when I still believed in him, he couldn’t be bothered, but now, now I might get lucky. ;-)

  16. Welcome to the dark side Meg – we have better drums!

  17. Love ya girl! This is all I have to say…Let the pieces fall where they may. None of this changes who you are in ANY way! And I wholeheartily believe that if your mom were still here she would hold all 4 of you very tight and say this to you also! Of coarse she would be steaming red and mad that ANYONE dare to hurt any 1 of her precious children, so her words may be a bit more creativly descriptive. LOL It grieves me that you and Cait have been treated with ANYTHING less than absolute kindness and understanding. I love you all dearly and you Quinn kids absolutely ROCk in my book. BIG HUGE SQUEEZES

  18. Stephanie Rainwater November 17, 2013 at 3:18 pm

    Hey Meghan,
    Coming out on this is like saying that you come out of a submarine because you prefer public transit over having your own car. Honestly, there are so many other belief systems on this planet, that saying you’re either “pro” or “anti” god as if they are the only choices to have is somewhat short sighted. I consider myself spiritual but not religious. Since I believe that Mother Nature has spirit and soul in so many things, I believe that I will be investigating paganism and other varieties of spirituality. I had read about Eckankar when I was in college and may revisit that.
    Love you – and your journey! After all, that’s what it’s all about, right?

    • It’s definitely about a journey, I agree whole-heartedly. I’m not anti-god, though. That would be like saying I’m anti-unicorns. It’s hard to be against something that I don’t believe exists in the first place. My atheism is a rejection of Yahweh, and, really, I’ve just added that god to the list of all the other gods that I didn’t believe in. You’re an atheist, too, you know. For instance – do you believe in Zeus? In Thor? In Allah? Beelzebub? Akuma? No? ;-)

  19. what a honest post… which is so rare today. i’m so glad you have the courage to share your story with others. refreshing.

  20. Bravissima!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! xoxoxo

  21. Lovely post. Hope this new way of thinking and seeing the world will be a wonderful journey for you. It has been liberating for me.

  22. A long time ago, after finally reading the DaVinci Code, I was talking with Jon. I asked him if he thought that there was a church that was based on the beliefs that Jesus was “just” a man and Mary was not only his most loved disciple but his his wife, too. His response?? A flat “not in Georgia”. ;)
    I was raised Catholic and have always struggled with believing in the bible whole-heartedly. It was physically written by man and, therefore, is flawed, in my opinion. That sounds harsher than I would like but its true. Who knows how many agendas were neatly tucked away in there when God wasn’t looking. I do believe in God but I don’t believe that I need anyone or any church to access him. I don’t believe that he hates or takes sides. I believe that he set everything into motion with creation but we, as humans, are responsible for a LOT of the world and circumstances around us. I choose to believe in Heaven, not because it is written in the bible, but because of the love I feel for the people I have lost. I can’t imagine that those connections, those bonds that feel like they are rooted in the deepest part of me, just end here.
    Thank you for always making me think a little harder. I respect and admire you.

  23. My good friend,

    I know this must have been such a hard journey for you. I can definitely empathize with your feelings. I’ve had my fair share of “David” moments. Calling out to Him and wondering where He is. It’s a natural order of things.

    You are still loved by us. This is a journey that is not yet over for you.

    I hope we can all have dinner again soon. I miss our long conversations ’til 2 in the morning. :)

  24. Hello Meg,

    I’m a follower of Zack and I’ve checked your blog every now and then and I love your music.

    I’m a Christian and I came from a similar path. From ultra conservative to I don’t know what I am. I haven’t left my faith, but it definitely is not what it used to be. To me, it started reading Rob Bell’s Velvet Elvis and from there a lot of other authors. I won’t preach to you, but I do recommend Robs works and definitely another author from Ireland, Peter Rollins. Both of them are big time criticized by Christians but that’s probably why I like them. It’s a different stream, of the heretical kind to many, but to me, it’s made me feel closer to truth than ever. Like I said, I’m not trying to evangelize you, just to widen your horizons.

    Always looking up to you and Zack.

  25. I was married to a Baptist minister for years. I am, or was, non-confrontational, and he put out a lot of shit that I silently took. And then one day I was just done. There was no screaming or throwing things, I just packed up my two kids and left. He couldn’t believe it, he’d always been able to bully me into doing whatever he wanted, but he couldn’t make me come back. So he set out to destroy my relationships with our church, our former church, our friends, and even my own family. He was successful. It only made me stronger, but it made my faith in God weaker. I’d followed God since childhood, held on like a lifeline to that faith through the death of my father when I was 15 and my mom at 28. But the line was slipping. I still believe in “A” God but not in Christianity or the God that is put forth by the church. I don’t participate in any organized religion and I never will again. I teach my kids to work hard and be kind, not to follow someone else’s dos and don’ts. I teach them to think and love and be good people. I teach them above all to be HONEST. They don’t need a book for that.

  26. You know, a lot of ex-catholics lose all faith in anything eventually becoming atheists. Don’t blame God or Yeshuah for the sick, twisted, invented doctrines of the the ‘catholic church’. The RCC is nothing more than a sick cult, nothing to do with the Bible and what was transcribed before the RCC re-invented the religion of their own liking. Bart Ehrman, Dawkins, Hitchens, Hawking etc. all say the same ole dribble in the name of science. Yet they ignore evidence to come to there own preconceived end views. explore all the evidence and come to your own conclusions!
    Here’s a good refutation of Jesus interrupted<<<<
    read it and see what you think now!
    Good luck!

    • Caleb González August 23, 2014 at 10:02 am

      I think the problem starts when we think we’ve got it figured out. Be it with religion or out of it (which in most cases is just another religion in denial). Once we think we know how God (or any other deity) works, we have created a God of our own making that will fail at some point. If we keep open, we are still in transition, learning, evolving, living. Closing out is a death sentence wherever you are, in faith or out of it. That is what happens to all those so called thinkers. They have already created their God or antiGod and look only for confirmation of what they already believe. Once we can place ourselves outside those lines, we can start to see what is real and experience the True.

  27. I just opened a shit ton of those links and will now proceed down the vortex for awhile.

  28. Hi Meg,

    As another Fuji-nut I’ve followed Zack’s site(s) for a few years and your lives together and frankly it always bothered me that two people who seemed so clever and lovely and decent could fall for all that religious hogwash (and I’m an ex-christian too).

    So I’m late to the party but congratulations on being an atheist. It just makes more sense and is a whole stack less guilt-ridden. There’s no evidence for an eternal soul at all and without that ALL religions crumble to dust.

    I’m happy for you.

    Wishing you all the best


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