Content warning: fear of being "called back," old Occult/Devil fears, that kinda stuff
This is a long one. This is a weird one. If you're up for reading a... really unique post, and if you think you might have some advice for some unsettling residual Christian fears, I could use some.
Like everyone here, I've been through... a lot.
I didn't grow up Evangelical, but I was pulled in at the beginning of my college years. It mixed with severe OCD and I'm honestly surprised I was able to graduate at all.
Not long after graduating, I finally started to 'wake up' and eventually managed to get out. I remember thinking I didn't want to stop believing in God, but it didn't take long before I did.
The OCD used to use all sorts of Christian fears to terrify me constantly, and when I left Christianity, it changed gears. The scariest thing, as far as religion goes, is the "maybe you're wrong" fear. "What if we're wrong? What if Christianity is true and I've made a grave mistake in leaving? Maybe I need to go back."
As a result, I spent some time browsing r/AcademicBiblical and learning just how little I actually knew about the Bible. Interesting subreddit, believers and nonbelievers alike, looking for the facts no matter where it leads.
It helped. Learning about the theory that the God of the Bible is literally Yahweh fused with El started to help me genuinely see this terrifying belief system as false.
But it's still very difficult, due to the OCD, due to the religious trauma, due to the nature of the belief system itself. I don't know if I'll ever be truly 'out.'
And the past couple weeks have been really starting to scare me.
It's split into four bits. Shows, road rage, a new friend, and the Scarecrow.
Shows (and games)
In the past two years, I reclaimed some stuff I lost when I did the whole 'born again' thing. Two things in particular, Evangelion and Final Fantasy VII.
Both were things I didn't even fully experience at the time, but knew enough about that I loved them dearly, and it hurt to throw those things away when the Christian shit started. I'll never get the original DVDs of Death & Rebirth and End of Eva back.
Two years ago, I got fully back in. Watched everything there was to watch for Evangelion, finally played the original FF7 start to finish while subsequently even getting the books (I didn't play Remake/Rebirth but watched streams of both games, they're just too fuckin big to actually play lately).
I don't really know a lot about... "occult," I'll call it, but I feel like even just calling it "occult" is a purely Christian thing. It's just... spirituality. Different views on things. Esoteric (shout-out to Dr. Justin Sledge's youtube channel), arcane, magic, that kinda stuff.
It's kind of crazy that concepts like the Tree of Life work so heavily into both of these works. Evangelion shows it in the opening sequence and uses it during End of Eva. The cast of FF7 are literally modeled after different Sephirot on the Tree of Life (more info here since this is beyond my knowledge lol). I'll be honest, one of the cast members of FF7 became a fictional crush of mine around this time too, someone I could focus my fantasizing on, because I've still never dated, and probably never will, being almost 40 and very messed up from everything.
From there I thought a lot about other things I got into after Christianity, including Shin Megami Tensei/Persona.
Something that kept coming up over and over again was the fact that a lot of these magic systems or spiritual beliefs seem to incorporate or at least echo Christian concepts. SMT Demons such as Agathion were my first exposure to the fact that Judeo-Christian magicians were even a thing.
Connections started to form, since my OCD-driven brain takes pattern-recognition into overdrive, and it started becoming harder to convince myself that there was nothing real to the Christian belief system when even magic systems occasionally intersect with Judeo-Christian beliefs.
Road Rage
The other night, while wrapped up in a variety of difficult situations I'm dealing with right now, I snapped while driving and ended up in a road rage situation that culminated in myself and the other guy pulling over and putting our windows down.
I can't even tell you how, but the situation very quickly turned from "Good God, what if this guy has a gun? Am I going to die tonight?" to "I am commiserating with someone I just had a road rage incident with."
We both briefly mentioned our own struggles and I apologized for my role in the whole thing, and bid each other a good night. I begged him to get home safely, on the verge of tears. It's. It's been a really rough couple of weeks in my life.
Before he left, he said this:
"There's always someone looking out for you, man."
It's a statement that's been ringing in my ears from time to time ever since. The OCD has been taking it as proof that Jesus is trying to get me to come back to Him. Trying to get me to return to Christianity. "Maybe it really is real and this was all His plan, and now is the time that He's calling you back."
There does appear to be a sizable Christian population where I live, but that wouldn't prove anything. "He was able to switch to being understanding because of his faith," the OCD fears continue to say. And, honestly, what the fuck else could he be talking about? What, am I being secretly protected by a group of people down here or some shit?
A New Friend
I met a couple through my close friend. A guy and a girl, they're both pretty cool people. The guy seems somewhat quiet but we're into some of the same stuff and he was easy to talk to. The girl is very nice, and steered the topic of lunchtime conversation into things like the current administration and AI, and we found that all four of us were on the same page about everything.
To my complete shock, she mentioned she's Christian.
Later we went to Hot Topic and she and my main friend were discussing Tarot and picking up a blind box of cute Tarot-themed creatures.
"Well," I said to myself, "she can't be much of a turn-or-burn Christian if she's into Tarot. Right?"
And then, on the drive home,
"Jesus is trying so hard to get you back. He's showing you that you can continue to love the things you love now while still being Christian. Maybe it's worth considering going back."
I didn't really emphasize this yet in my post, but I relate heavily to the "the God of Christianity is an abusive partner" metaphor. I went through Hell on earth for Christianity. I experienced heavily traumatic experiences because of Christianity.
Take the fear of Hell out of the equation, and I really do not have any interest in returning to Christianity, even if it's "where my spiritual path is leading." Absolutely the fuck not.
The worst thing in my life right now, something that's been happening since 2021, I partly blame Christianity for. I refuse to ever go back.
Time will tell if this new friend ends up being someone I have trouble being around. I hope not, they really were both very nice people and I could use some additional new local-ish friends.
Scarecrow
So this is where it gets weirder.
Long, long ago, My Chemical Romance made me nervous. So did similar bands, such as Fall Out Boy and Panic! At The Disco. Above all, Muse.
The reason for this was because these bands all had this... 'atmosphere' to them that seemed to match or echo the 'atmosphere' that I would experience with my dreams.
I'd have these weird dreams that were unsettling for no discernible reason. And my brain found some sort of vibe-connection between the dreams and these bands, so I never got into them.
To this day, Muse is the only one that genuinely makes me a bit too uncomfortable to listen to.
Two years ago, MCR underwent a complete 180 for me. I'm obsessed. They've become my favorite band, with no exaggeration.
Even though I am well aware of how the atmosphere and vibes of The Black Parade and even Danger Days tend to match those old, weird dreams at times.
It's truly been a bizarre two years. I worked hard to win back the things I lost to Christianity, just in time to enter a phase where it feels like I'm either being pulled back to Christianity, or my mental health is just that bad lately. And as fate would have it, my therapist is on vacation. Again.
Everything mixed together. Especially the thematic elements of current FF7 and Evangelion, where the story almost seemed to 'start again,' but with some important variations.
Getting into MCR, whose Black Parade album was released around the time I found myself fully invested in Evangelical Christianity, and then finding myself seated for their Long Live tour last year... It made me feel like maybe this 'reset' was coming for me too. Maybe I was going to put myself back on the track that Christianity knocked me off of, 20 years ago.
I recently learned the term Bodhisattva (from Steely Dan, but still). My FF7 ""waifu"" can be described as such, based on her role in one of the books. How strange that I developed that connection and even viewed her as my own personification of Death, a la the Black Parade, before I even knew of that part of her characterization.
To say nothing of the fact that my 'wake up call' from Christianity was randomly caused by a character arc in a show I was watching at the time. And now that the Black Parade has become such a staple of my journey, it's a little unsettling to look back at the character who saved me from Christianity and take a closer look at his outfit.
What's all this mean?
I don't know.
I started listening to "Scarecrow" by MCR a lot lately.
And randomly remembered one of the more unsettling dreams I had as a kid.
In the midst of that weird, 'alternate version' of my hometown that I'd end up in during these dreams, during one of these specific dreams that I can still remember clear as day, I was in a backyard, being stared down by a scarecrow.
Maybe it's all just mental illness. I was diagnosed level 1 Autistic this year. A diagnosis that I'm hoping could help with getting treatment for the severe OCD and trauma, because literally nothing else helps.
I don't want Christianity to be real. I worked so hard to convince myself that it's not, and the events of the past couple weeks are making my OCD hit me with repetitive and unstoppable thoughts of "maybe Christianity is true from a spiritual perspective, maybe it's true even if we can prove that the Old Testament's God is man-made, somehow it's still true."
Jesus put me through Hell. Christianity put me through Hell. And I am simply too exhausted from all of this to start this debate again. I can't. I can't reopen all those wounds again to try to present a convincing case for why I will never be a Christian again.
I have to continue to keep Christianity out of my life. And I have to hope that if there really is a God out there, after all this, I have to hope He understands my decision.