My Journey from Skepticism to Mysticism

Growing up as the adoptive son of a reverend, one might assume I was indoctrinated into theism. This couldn’t be further from the truth. The lack of love I felt at home as the abused, white, non-biological child of a black family lead me into a deep depression through my teen years. My natural response was to rebel against the values of my adoptive parents. The world is cruel and unjust, and therefore a loving God cannot exist.

Faith is not complacency in a dark world, but a choice to act in darkness without worry or fear.

My outlet was the internet, where I would seek out Christians and debate taunt them. Regurgitating the same arguments grew old fast, and Christian’s inability to scientifically address my issues with their belief made engaging them boring—This is when my research began. It wasn’t enough that I understood the scientific method, I wanted to be able to justify my love of science epistemically. As I began to break down the world to its more fundamental parts, my worldview encountered a gestalt shift, and through this new lens I saw a world that finally made sense.

For more details on my journey, follow my blog. The Truth is revealed throughout.

Do I regret having been an atheist? Nay. If not for my angsty teenage years, I would not have challenged theism enough to discover how deep it goes. Faith is not blindly following a belief, it is giving yourself to the darkness. That we are in the dark is our innate, human condition. Faith is not complacency in a dark world, but a choice to act in darkness without worry or fear.

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