I have a burning question. How many of us can honestly say we’ve seen God … not just seen Him but had a full-blown conversation … a religious experience replete with images and epiphanies? One, twenty, fifty, one hundred people, perhaps … unless of course, while under the influence of mind-expanding, hallucination-inducing psychedelic drugs … in which case the number would increase exponentially.

That is exactly what happened one night when a friend of mine emerged from his  bedroom after an hours-long LSD trip … the squeaky clean beaming beacon of a nationally famous televangelist … and announced to all in the living room, “I have just seen God and I now know the Pythagoreans were on to something.”

Being in various stages of synthetic delusion, our reactions ran the gamut from “Heavy, dude!” to “WTF?!” to fits of hysterical laughter. Undeterred … although somewhat unsteady… my friend wound his way through the huge pillows strewn about the room and situated himself in the middle of the floor like the Maharishi Mahesh Yogi.

All glazed-over eyes watching him, my friend went on to explain how God revealed to him that the followers of Pythagoras were extremely superstitious and mystical. They believed that the human soul was trapped in a continuous cycle of death and reincarnation …  that although the body dies, the soul lives on, lying dormant in a constantly spinning dimension of the universe where it patiently waits to be catapulted back to earth, implanted into one form or another of the female species … and is reborn. And this cycle of death and reincarnation can go on an infinite number of times.

Minds officially blown, we all agreed this new-found knowledge was indeed “heavy” and required more contemplation while listening … again … to Dark Side Of The Moon. But I, who was always somewhat preoccupied and frightened by the thought of dying and ceasing to exist for all eternity, wanted to learn more about this amazing concept. I found it calming, hopeful and profound. So my friend and I discussed this astounding, all-encompassing theory which I took fully to heart. Suddenly I was filled with a warm peace … a divine intervention that the soul lives on, returning after mortal death. How ineffably comforting.

Soon I found myself drifting off to sleep as Pink Floyd played softly in the background:

“I am not frightened of dying. Any time will do, I don’t mind.”

NAR © 2018

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