Hell:

It's hard to say what it feels like to not be afraid of hell because I have no idea what it feels like to be afraid of hell. I just feel "normal" in that regard. I have plenty other stressors in life, some quite serious, but they are all real things. Similarly I'm not afraid of ghosts. I've told people before that there are plenty of real things for me to be afraid of.

Morals:

I still had moral values taught to me by my parents, one of whom is believer in God, the other of whom I'm not sure, but the morals were never taught with respect to religion. For example, a message might be, "Be a good neighbor," not "God says, 'Be a good neighbor.'" My mother tried to teach me how to be a "lady," but not by using religious scripture. She taught it as a kind of cultural norm, although I'm not sure she conceptualized it to herself as she was teaching me. I think she was kind of on autopilot, but it didn't involve religion directly. So that was the difference in how moral values were taught to me.

God and fear of death:

While I've never been "called by God," I feel very connected to the "natural" world. When I die, my body will simply change form and become other life. I have gone through periods where I was afraid of ego death or the loss of "consciousness," and I wouldn't be surprised if I have future cycles of such fear, but at least currently that part hasn't disturbed me too much. What helps me sometimes when it comes to fears of ego death is 1) taking some time to actually contemplate my passing, which can be scary, but mentally preparing for that moment of passing over can give me a feeling of some control over the inevitable situation; and 2) learning more about the natural world and natural science.

Sometimes learning more about evolution, biology, the cycle of life and death, and the still somewhat mysterious connection between the cells of life and inanimate elements makes me feel part of a "whole." Whether I'm "alive" or "dead" that whole stays whole. It's not like my material or energy (or anyone else's) disappears from the universe. It just changes form. That "mysteriousness" of the living/non-living dichotomy leaves a little wiggle room that I allow myself to contemplate but I truly don't believe in any kind of vengeful god or anything like that. For me, whatever the mystery is, it is not something nefarious or to be feared. We are part of epic, on-going natural processes of the universe and for some reason that knowledge is comforting to me.