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? Ten, twenty, fifty, one hundred perhaps unless, of course, while under the influence of mind-expanding, hallucination-inducing psychedelic drugs the number would increase exponentially.

That is exactly what happened one night when my fiancé emerged from the bedroom after an hours-long LSD trip and announced to all in the living room, “I have just seen God and I now know there’s no such thing as everlasting death.”

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

Fifteen pairs of glazed-over eyes watched while he 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. 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 be experienced by an individual 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 future husband and I discussed this astounding, all-encompassing theory which I took fully to heart. Suddenly I was filled with a warm peace, a confirmation that the soul lives on, returning after mortal death. How ineffably comforting.

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

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

NAR © 2018

Reposted for C.E. Ayrs MinMin challenge Rock n Roll – Min Min Challenge.

13 thoughts on “GREAT GIG IN THE SKY”

  1. Keying off something I got from Sandra’s ‘Fact, Fiction and Fantasy’ your story makes me think, songs of youth enthusiastically, if imperfectly sung in the key of adult.
    (Not overly-sure what that means. That said, the fun (for me) in a bloghop like Doug’s are the impressions and reactions from stories from clearly talented writer-people. Most of whom clearly hail from land quite similar to that I inhabited in the days before old.)

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  2. Great to have you here, Nancy, and what a (literally) mind-blowing piece. Brought back so many memories from the days when I never exhaled. 😉 Loved this: ‘Being in various stages of synthetic delusion, our reactions ran the gamut from “Heavy, dude!” to “What-the-fuckedness?!” to fits of hysterical laughter.’
    Note for the future: The word limit for Min Min is 250. You were just a tad enthusiastic first time around. 🙂

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    1. Well, the secret is out: I’m a rule-breaking rebel! Literally did not see that, Doug, so mea culpa. Now I know better; all I need to do next time is figure the linking part and I’ll be golden! Glad you enjoyed my tome; in the future, the Reader’s Digest abridged version. 😌

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    1. Thanks, C.E.! It was fun to reminisce about the hippy-dippy days. I had great fun and very few regrets and when it was time to “grow up”, we did, thank goodness! But we remained young at heart. So glad you enjoyed the story; it’s all true.
      I have a pingback, link-up, etc., phobia and can never seem to get it right but I will try, again. No guarantees I will be successful. My irrational fear is so great, I even wrote a story about it:

      Have no fear; your jealousy of Bill’s arms will remain our little secret. 😉


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