A Return to Form

Two-hundred eighty-six days ago, I declared that I’m a pagan, specifically an adherent to a non-Abrahamic religion.

I’ve since come to the realization that I no longer have any supernatural beliefs or hangups. Over the course of my life, I’ve believed in and zealously studied everything from parapsychology to ufology, mythology to Christianity.

Unexpectedly, I’ve returned to the “religion of my childhood”: a belief that death is merely the opposite of birth. Before birth, there was null. After death, there is null.

Do I like that idea? Well, no. It terrifies the hell out of me, and it has since I was around seven or eight.

But until proof is found of an afterlife, I’m no longer going to live what very likely is the only life I have clinging to a false hope.

This site, once called KingdomGeek (and before that, Timothy’s Burden), is too important to me to abandon. I thought I could, but I’m back. There is a sizable amount of posts here, many with which I no longer agree. That’s life. That’s growth.

Long story short, RickBeckman.org is back, and I aim to hit return it to its previous glory… and then surpass it entirely.

3 thoughts on “A Return to Form”

  1. Man, you sound like my husband…..

    Anyway, knowing that the dead live on in me, my heart, my mind, my spirit, my child makes me feel better :)

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