Posted by:
blackcoatsdaughter
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Date: March 07, 2023 06:45PM
I do not believe in an afterlife and in fact find the idea abhorrent(So, my family members are all on the other side, very close, close enough to watch me? ...so when I die, is that what I'll be doing? Watching and waiting for my younger relatives to die and join me? But once they do, they'll not do anything with me. No, because THEY'LL be watching THEIR descendents and waiting for THEM to die. And on and on in this immobilized cycle of watching the living. Like, it's funny how much people talk about the afterlife as a "next phase" as if it's a new chapter. Yet the narrative again and again returns to featuring THIS life as the main event everyone is so concerned about. It's why the families can be together forever thing fell apart for me once I really started to pick it apart. When I am dead, will I still be an introvert or will I get a new personality? A personality that simply LOVES a dinner table that stretches on forever just to fit everybody who was watching and waiting for my death. A personality that just has overwhelming capacity to make deep connections with millions of other souls. Then the me I know I suppose literally does disappear upon death. Any way you slice it. I either get my black void, the end of thought like I wanted or I get a book nook off somewhere private, undisturbed, and not have to watch the exploits of the living and being all about whatever the hell my nieces and nephews are up to.)
In any case, supposing people's nightmare afterlife exists where my dead relatives are watching, then they must be aware that Mormonism is a provable scam. They are no longer worried about ME, if they ever were.
If I were to entertain fantasies of an afterlife, really just go to town and put my fiction writer hat on, and Mormonism is somehow true(we just totally missed a huge piece that made everything not a complete and utter lie from start to finish) then I theorize that the Mormon god is actually a malevolent, predatory entity. The dead are worried for me, because we all went through the secret rituals and signed the contract of this being. And on the other side, this enables this entity to feed upon the stuff of our souls. It matters not that I fell away from the church; I bowed and said the words and made the hand signs. I'm locked in by the magic rules of this creature. So, in the afterlife, I will be scooped up and kept in this hungry fiend's basket until he gets a hankering for a snack and randomly picks me, to eat, like a gingerbread man.
Sometimes, I fiddle with this story idea and make this entity actually encompass all faiths and wear the mask of all the gods anyone conceived of(that makes most sense, honestly, if he's hungry and uses manipulation and deceit in order to entrap us all, he would put on all sorts of colours and creeds to ensnare as many as possible). Same deal. My dead relatives are all squished up in the snack basket together, wailing in despair that I once pledged allegiance to both Christ and Mormon god, so, am branded forever with "prime treat" on my forehead.