Fellow Atheists- How did you feel at the moment you knew that God was not real?

Question

What were your thoughts??

Answer 1

I didn't "feel," but I THOUGHT. I was never religious to begin with but I did once believe in a god due to upbringing and cultural surroundings. There was no single moment that brought me to such a realization, but rather, I mentally grappled with this issue over time, eventually coming to the conclusion that not only is God not real but also irrelevant.

One does not have to be religious to believe in a supernatural deity; however, like their fervently religious counterparts, the majority of such nonreligious theists will think of such an entity as some all-knowing, all-loving, ever-present being who dictates all manners concerning reality according to "His" will. The one point that struck a cord in me was the fact that it's sort of self-defeating to consider a supposedly perfect being as possessing flawed human attributes (love, mercy, vengefulness), thus rendering such an entity, "imperfect" and not truly being "God." (The argument that these qualities would be in their "perfect" form is bogus; since is there no universal or absolute meaning to morality or such attributes, these cannot be logically applied to such a perfect being.)

Answer 2

At the time, I was enraged because I had prayed and prayed for help with a horrendously difficult problem and my life was just getting worse. I was angry that there seemed to be no relief for me with my mounting stresses and finally I blew, and called god out and said he didn't exist. Still nothing happened.

I realized then that there never was a real answer, and never would be. I felt a bit guilty at first, as though I had made him disappear but at the same time it seemed like missing pieces of a big puzzle had finally fit. There just wasn't anyone around to intervene for me and even tho they say, "Ask and you will recieve," I had asked so many times without results that I was convinced of the reality that there was not a supreme being keeping me safe.

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Answer 3

Well as a kid I was not a regular church goer. My mom would occasionally tell me stories from the Bible, but they were usually more moral tales than actual stories of faith. We would go to church on Christmas and Easter and that was about it. When I was little I didnt have a determative stance on whether God was real or not because I didnt really know much about it. Many of my friends were Christian and when I was 12 I wanted to know what Christianity was about. I read sections of the Bible and couldnt really understand why all my friends believed in it. It didnt make sense to me from the beginning on how they could believe in something that they had never even seen or heard. I think I was 15 when I first truly accepted that God was not real. I didnt really feel any different than I had before because I had never really had a true belief in God.

Answer 4

Can't really say. It was the moment of my birth. Although of course I became aware of the situation later when I heard people talking about god(s). As a child I just thought it was silly.

Answer 5

I was kind of freaked out, to be honest. I had big fears about death. But then I learned to deal with it.

My quality of living has improved as an atheist. My appreciation of nature and existence has also become more precious. Just the fact we are alive is miraculous, and I don't mean it in a supernatural or predetermined sense. I want to cherish living.

Answer 6

There wasn't really a single "moment" when I knew. But when I first started calling myself an atheist, I felt better in a way. It was sad to realize that there was no afterlife, but that ultimately just made me want to enjoy life more.

Answer 7

Always knew. The moment I realized on here that actual real people believe that satan planted fossils, that the earth is 6000 years old, and that the bible is literal was scary.

Answer 8

There were many steps along the way at which I thought, "Hhmm, that just can't be the truth".

There was no memorable "moment'. It was more of a gradual realization.

Answer 9

I was fifteen. Thinking hard about the existence or non-existence of God while sitting on the edge of my bed.

I had a revelation. Of course there is no God! I laughed at myself and thought, what have I been thinking!? I felt a deep sense of relief and never looked back.

Answer 10

Liberated