Okay originally when you wrote this response, in someway I felt like you were directing the post in my direction. As it stands though, as a whole. Do you think he's a figment of our imagination. And no I'm not going to argue, but your thoughts on what I am about to say.
Back in January, I hit one heck of a wall. Causing me to go to the corner liquor store and buy some wisky (mentally I thought that was the answer, couldn't get the "cold" to leave). After I downed a third in less than 5 minutes, I swallowed two triamacets, and continued to drink a couple more shots. I was feeling fantastic (warm and fuzzy). On the outside I was a mess, I could help but cry because I was just so hurt by family rejection, I wanted it to be over with. Needless to say, I found myself crawling on the floor only to lay perfectly still (to stop the room from spinning). Next, my roomate took me off to the hospital, from there I was shipped of to a psych ward, in there....that was when I knew he was on my side (as it relates to experiences, he's always around each and every one of us
). Now the part I forgot to mention was when I was at the house, and smashed my head off the oven door handle. It had split my head open, but I didn't know it until I was admitted into the room. So as I layed there, I had my arm under my pillow....trying to find a comfortable position for my head. In the process, I felt my hair, it was completely soaked.
Right then and there, I heard a voice tell me, "Please relax my son, you'll be okay. Your message will be heard" Within 15 minutes my hair was damp, but the area that it was leaking from was BONE dry. I thought it was a mirage and I walked up to one of the nurses on staff, and said, "**** I'm healed, can you run a paper towel over this spot??" He does it, only to say that it is completely dry. So in disbelief, I walk back to my room, only to find my pillow is bone dry too (took only 30 sec. to get from the room to the nurses' station.)
Point is he IS all around us, he just doesn't want to been seen or heard, unless he has something he knows that is the only way we'll listen.
Just my .02, the silver-lining is there guys. Your nieghbourhood cowboy.
Peace love, rock'n'relaxation,
Buddy