đDr. FrizzleDeath is something odd to think about when youâve been cast out of the faith of your birth.
If you asked the Mormons, they would say I chose this. That I knew the rules and I chose to leave. But living half a life isnât a choice, not really.
The funny thing about being cast out is you think itâs just the one thing youâre disagreeing with. But on the outside, when you donât have to agree with them anymore to be accepted, you find that one by one, so many of the other bits of your faith fall away.
I think the most fascinating thing to me was that they didnât all fall away for me.
My faith grew on the outside, in ways I couldnât expect, in directions I could never have predicted. God was so much bigger. So much more beautiful. Forgiveness was so much more expansive. Love was so much more important.
There were so many things that were so much more deeply profound than I could have possibly imagined.
But I still donât know what to do about death.
Thereâs no certainty there.
CW: SI
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Mabon â Kerry C. Ăran
Mabon â Kerry C. Ăran
Mabon â Kerry C. Ăran
When I was little and used to trace the shape of the owls on her arms I asked her if it hurtâthe fire, the burns. âThe burns hurt,â she told me. âBut the fire didnât.â That seemed incomprehensible to me. How could a fire not hurt? She said, âyou go somewhere, when you are that close to dea