Az-uar Iam
Active Member
I figure this would be a good place to share an experience that opened the door to my enlightenment. I say that because when drugs are involved, there's a built in excuse to receive skepticism, but I hope here it can be less of an obstacle. While I have my own way of seeing things I'd love to hear what you think.
In a nutshell, my best friend who was an atheist opened my mind to a new way of thinking. It took me awhile to add things up, but when I look back at this time in my life I understand why we couldn't see. Atheists, don't get ahead of yourself because the lesson learned was at your expense. It took a series of events that's hard to convince me of a otherwise plausible explanation. Here's a summary of my awakening.
20+ years ago on a freezing night about to do the usual
In the broke down car parked in our friends backyard, I started seeing a vision before the party could even begin. You know how rain or snowmelt runs down a windshield and if cold enough it leaves streaks. Well the picture these streaks made could rival any great artist known to man. Too embarrassed to mention it, we began to get high and somehow the picture became clear. Maybe the smoke from the inside added more contrast to the Windows, but at that point I had to say something. Of course I got laughed at, but these are my two best friends in the world, so I gave up and concentrated on getting high. I'm might be crazy because I saw pictures on every window of the car. From The Sphinx, to a jungle hiding all kinda animals, to somethings that would take away from the moral of the story. However, one of my buddies started to point thing out, which instantly made me relax, but little did I know what happened the next day, wouldn't allow me to ever forget that night.
See, the next morning after just getting off the phone with my buddies, in the time it took to walk across the street, I arrived to see 1 friend holding the other as he took his last breath. It's not strange these days to get shot, so it would've been easy to dismiss as the code of the streets. But I didn't think about the vision from the previous night until after we left from identifying the body. Why didn't he want to see? It's like he knew it was something there, but he refused look. That's when the lesson was finally learned. The only person that couldn't see that, wouldn't see beyond the next day. That person was my best friend and his name just happened to be R.C. Christian. I don't know where this message came from, but I found a reason to search for THE GREAT UNKNOWN.
I'm all ears
In a nutshell, my best friend who was an atheist opened my mind to a new way of thinking. It took me awhile to add things up, but when I look back at this time in my life I understand why we couldn't see. Atheists, don't get ahead of yourself because the lesson learned was at your expense. It took a series of events that's hard to convince me of a otherwise plausible explanation. Here's a summary of my awakening.
20+ years ago on a freezing night about to do the usual
In the broke down car parked in our friends backyard, I started seeing a vision before the party could even begin. You know how rain or snowmelt runs down a windshield and if cold enough it leaves streaks. Well the picture these streaks made could rival any great artist known to man. Too embarrassed to mention it, we began to get high and somehow the picture became clear. Maybe the smoke from the inside added more contrast to the Windows, but at that point I had to say something. Of course I got laughed at, but these are my two best friends in the world, so I gave up and concentrated on getting high. I'm might be crazy because I saw pictures on every window of the car. From The Sphinx, to a jungle hiding all kinda animals, to somethings that would take away from the moral of the story. However, one of my buddies started to point thing out, which instantly made me relax, but little did I know what happened the next day, wouldn't allow me to ever forget that night.See, the next morning after just getting off the phone with my buddies, in the time it took to walk across the street, I arrived to see 1 friend holding the other as he took his last breath. It's not strange these days to get shot, so it would've been easy to dismiss as the code of the streets. But I didn't think about the vision from the previous night until after we left from identifying the body. Why didn't he want to see? It's like he knew it was something there, but he refused look. That's when the lesson was finally learned. The only person that couldn't see that, wouldn't see beyond the next day. That person was my best friend and his name just happened to be R.C. Christian. I don't know where this message came from, but I found a reason to search for THE GREAT UNKNOWN.
I'm all ears
