Do you wanna know how I know God is real? I’ve had a number of those Gideon type of experiences, y’know, where you put a fleece on the floor to come back and find it wet, only to come back even later and the fleece was dry, but the floor was wet? Isn’t God miraculous? Truly incredible what is possible when you are impotent…er, omnipotent.

…for those that don’t get the reference, Gideon was told by God to gather three hundred men to wipe out a much, much larger force, and did with God protecting them. Naturally, the men wanted proof, and the way that God proved Himself was some shit with fleece moisture that if you told a doctor happened to you, there is a chance you would undergo a forced grippy sock vacation. Depends what part of the country/world you’re in, I’ve found.

But, no, seriously, I have gotten a bemused enjoyment from deliberately explaining the strangeness of God’s whispers poorly due to the fact that, regardless of what I do or how I present myself and my perspective n arguments, there are always going to be a majority of people who automatically and with prejudice dismiss me in the entirety of my being. My father is good example, the wonderful vogon idolatorer, but also my ex-best friend from high school, Mike.

At age sixteen or seventeen, Mike illegally got a tattoo from a family member. It was important to him, getting this intricately detailed cross on his upper arm. Gave me shit for not believing. Fast forward to maybe a year ago or so. He’s blowing up my phone to tell me how fucking crazy and out of control I am; that I need to be locked up for my safety. And I’m trying tp explain to him what a synchronicity is, how God speaks to us in burning bushes, like white rabbit was to Neo, but no, I’m just a crackhead in his eyes.

It used to drive me nuts, and I still get a moment here and there where a person’s stubborn ignorance gets the better of me, but this is a very core thing the Illuminati conditioned into me; how to shrug and not give af what anyone else thinks.

It is in fact part of the design of the Garden and the human form that the average person, the kind we call cattle, has a defect in their reasoning skills. Make something a certain degree out of the ordinary and put even just a sprinkle of peer pressure or existing opinions on it, and you can hide something right in the open. It’s like glow-in-the-dark camouflage that is so conspicuous, normal people avert their eyes to avoid looking at it.

With this psychological boundary, higher beings to include God are able to interact with us in ways that are readily and eagerly dismissable, such as through experiences one has when on psychedelic drugs. Y’know, in the spirit of explaining things poorly, the reason I know God is real and the Earth isn’t is because one time on mushrooms, my lighter changed color. It was crazy dude! No, I mean permenantly! Blue to orange!

Oh, well if that isn’t the holy grail of miracles, this other time, I was on mushrooms n DXM and I noticed three forks, but then there were four, so obviously I did an experiment where a breadclip disappeared from the fridge. I was astonished! But then the breadclip came back when my life partner looked! This was God teaching me something about superpositions.

And y’know, if I lived a braindead life just consuming culture and news and jumping through every hoop society says for me to jump through, these type of fleece experiences would make no impact on my trajectory or perception of reality. But, I’ve had over a decade of the strangest happenings, likewise starting with an incredibly odd set of circumstances on LSD (I got a pop-up after I typed a message in my URL bar. It took me to a clearly-coded blog message to me, specifically), and y’know, the thing is, everything I’ve experienced has been carrying me to heal me and grow/evolve my framework of reality to thus be in gnosis now.

Still, would be great if the people like my father and previous best friend didn’t go through life categorizing people as worthy or unworthy to give a shit about to actually listen to what another person is saying. Because, the thing is, while some people believe this is a prison planet/simulation, it’s not. It’s preschool for the cosmos, and y’all gunna keep being reborn between lifetimes and incarnations until you learn you some damn topology to understand everybody is you, so it’s real dumb-like to treat other people beings as lesser.