The thing is, a lot of us thought we'd never die. Do you comprehend what a truly massive mind-fuck that is? When I was embroiled in doubts and knew I was heading 'out of the truth' I remember waves of nausea hitting me. It was fear of dying. I didn't want to die - it wasn't fair, I wasn't supposed to die.
Well I've accepted mortality but I still don't like it. I think when I'm lying on my deathbed I'll be feeling cheated that I won't see my children and wife anymore. Cheated that I had to grow old and face a finality that I was promised from childhood would not exist for me.
It's been said that what we truly fear is not death but never having lived. That certainly is true, but for the ex-cult member indoctrinated to believe that he might literally never die there is another shadowy dimension . . . .
I hope I'm wrong and that I won't be wasting any of my precious last moments in resentment and anger at some long-dead cult leaders.
Nic'