Clearing my mind, I drive.
I reflect back on youth.
I remembered the first time I dropped acid.
In the afterglow, I had written something that really scared me, yet stoically shined on me,
It was a story about an entrance to a garden of eden.
I thought it prophetically terrorfyung.
Wearily, I wondered, not the garden of Eden, is it-
or just a garden of Eden.
The project I started scared the hell out of me. It was a beautiful world that was part of my being, but because I equated it with such raw emotion- I was shocked, and feared in haste or belligerence, that I would somehow ruin it. Eventually, I deleted it.
That’s bothered me for quite some time. I recall it being golden.
The accountability and responsibility behind it terrified me, though I knew I shouldn’t worry about anything.
At the time, my mind was raw and delicate.
I nearly felt blasphemous to continue to let that breath into my life., so I wouldn’t cope with it. I was also anti- Christian at the time, Being shocked. I let it all go.
Those thoughts lost in digitation, but found in soul, everything is still there.
I never knew before that Huxley described his trips as an experience to the Garden of Eden.
Now I see that link, and am astonished by it.
Anyways, as I drove, that memory came back to me. I looked back, and wasn’t surprised with how mysterious things turned out. Over time in my life, things have truly been lost and found again.
I acknowledge the beauty in my heart and soul, I hold it so dearly, I’ve locked it away the best I could. It’s always been here waiting., just in dust jackets of memory.
As I drove on further, I thought of how religion can trap some inside themselves, donating to partake in a ritualistic illusion.
I thought that it wasn’t right to trap to people into such a confining reality.
As I turned around on the interstate- police cars started to come in from multiple different directions, At least 7 raced to a point that I was coming up to on the interstate. As traffic stopped, I noticed a church on the hill called Mercy Church.
I felt it to fascinating. As traffic picked up, I drove past what seemed to be a slight accident- a vehicle with damage in the center of the road- police cars concentrated the area, but I saw no drivers of any other vehicle.
The police pushed traffic through a small lane and I was out of the situation.
Never saw traffic roll so smoothly controlled after an incident. I also felt more secure in my face of being spiritually religious, not as a cure, but as a choice.
As I write this, I see the beginning of a documentary with a religious quote, another thing that trips me out.
“I was born for this. I came into the world for this: To bear witness to the truth; and all who are on the side of truth listen to my voice”
”Truth?” Said Pilate, “What is that?” – JOHN 18:37
Makes you wonder about the source of foolery and folly.