religion: afterlife

When I was about eight or nine I believed that when you die, you become the animal that you hate the most. So I would become a fish, and after that a spider, then a worm, and so on. This to make you understand every being - so that you after many many lifes wouldn't hate any animal. I also believed that after you had been every animal, you got to choose wich animal you wanted to be in your next life, and in the next, and so on.
I remember that I liked my beliefe and that it made me fell very secure and not afraid of dieing.

When i entered my teen years, i began to think that my faith in God (I'm Catholic, hope I'm not offending anyone) was dropping, and I began to think that at the end of life, you slip into a coma for the rest of eternity.

I believed the line on your arm when you bend it meant you were reincarniated. It was when God sewed you together in your new body.

I used to think that God would carry a giant golden book around with everyone's name in it and put a little green check by the names of people who were going to heaven.

i used to believe that the end of the world would come when the devil came to take over our world, but god (who was a giant ghost-like man with a large coat that had many pockets) would come and pick everyone up who had been good, and put them in his pockets, and we would be saved. but i didn't know what happened after we were in his pockets...

I use to think if you put your ear to the ground you can hear hell down there.

When I was little, I always thought that God kept a type of scoreboard for each person on Earth. The way the scoreboard worked was that everytime you did a good deed, you would get a point for Heaven [extra extra good things gave you two points, three points max.] If you did something bad or unChristian, you would get a point towards Hell. Now, it doesnt seem that weird at this point, but this is where i dont know where my mind was. This is when the second you die, an exact replica of Jesus except super math smart adds together all your points for Heaven & Hell. Whichever side has more points is where u go. And if you died for another person (i.e. dying in a war) then you would automatically go to Heaven unless you were fighting for the bad guys.

I used to think that when you died you got to ask one, and only one question to god about anything in the world that only god would know.

I spent sleepless nights trying to decide between asking "Where did amelia airheart go?" and "so, you know that ship that emerged from the bermuda triangle without any people in it? what happened?"

When I was a child, my family attended a church that frequently referred to the rapture (the miracle of being taken to heaven without having to die). But whenever I couldn't find my parents (while at a store or other crowded place), I would be terrified that the rapture had occurred and I was left behind. Years later, my friends told me they had this same fear.

I used to believe that heaven was the local church hall with rows of dead budgies on the floor covered with little white blankets. Now I know it's guinness and chocolate cake.

From my mother;
who was told that when the sky was orange at dawn it was because heaven was at war (with hell?).
[She once fled her home with a few of her sisters in tow in order to save them.]

When I was a child, I used to believe that if I died as a child, I might be turned into one of those Cupid-like, naked or diapered, sexless cherub children. Teenage and adult angels (I used to think people who died became angels) got robes, but cherubic children had to be naked or diapered for eternity. Heaven was beautiful but scary/humiliating.
I'm not sure if I believed the diapers were needed (as they are in babyhood).

I used to think that i would live all the lifes of the persons who are called like me, in that way, we will know all the kinds of lifes possibles, and our soul will be more mature.

In church school we were always taught that heaven was in the sky.

My friend and I spent many a day looking out the window of our bus and trying to figure out which cloud was big enough to hold heaven.

I was raised as a Christian and I had heard of Christians being jokingly refered to as Bible Bashers.
At age 3, I though it meant that all you had to do to convert someone to Christianity was to hit them with a Bible.
Thus, I repeatedly beat the cat with my copy of the Gideon's to prevent her from going to hell.

After reading a label on a small bottle of Holy Water, I thought it could bring my dead grandfather back to life. I didn't dare try it though, I guess I was too scared. I only realized it a few years later after reading the label again.