God

I saw God once. I was at Lion Canyon, sitting on some precipice, looking off into the distance, when a cone of light shot out of my chest. Right out of the middle of my sternum was a cone, widening as it went further out, and going out as far as I could see.

Inside the cone everything was connected by strings of light. There were no separate things. Everything was one thing. Everything was one thing. Everything is God.

And I didn’t just feel love. I felt loved. It was peaceful.

I think that’s where we go when we die, into the strings of light. Maybe we’re born because God has plucked one of those strings, and it’s us, resonating at a different frequency for 75 years or so, then we slow down and meld back into the strings of light.

The shamans and the wise men and the wise women and maybe the homeless guy arguing with the fire extinguisher all have learned to change their frequency and are resonating with the universe, like the well played string of a nice guitar.