Why I want to meet God
I wish to be home with my Salvation.
He is my light, my love and my life.
I met God and played with that Other for a few hours after getting psily on the psilocybin.
I want to tell him I’m sorry for fucking up…and ask him to love me anyways.
Part of me is scared I don’t really believe. If I see God maybe it’ll be easier.
My faith might not be as strong as I hope…but I know God will understand.
...Or at least I hope he will…
Pretty basic, really: Does He/She/It exists? And if, what was his plan and why did he build people and the world they way He/She/It did.
By “God” I mean the supreme being of whatever religiion
this one “God” here is not a defined “placeholder”... it is some user of 43people/places/things…. aren’t you ? :-)
I’d like to ask him why my brother was born with autism. I’d like to ask the purpose of human suffering. I’d like to ask the meaning of everything, and I’d like to ask for a sightseeing trip to the faraway universe.
I’d also prefer to meet him while still living, if possible (and if he exists).
He never once offered to pay for gas and was constantly bumming smokes.