An accumulation of things piling up over time: That's what stopped me from believing in God.
When I was a Christian, personal experience was why I believed. I believed I could talk with him. Yeah, I was filled with that holy ghost shit, and I'd swear my ass to you I saw miracles too: Prophetic words that seemed to come true, an otherworldly euphoria brought on a bevy of cosmically-ancient hymns, and the unexplainable healing of my fellow persons. Had to be Jesus, right?
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