heathen and a holymanA Story by HeathenWithApenA short passage I scrawled out in pen on my way back home, an adventure of sorts. I visited a city quite some east of mine
this past weekend. In a city for which I do not belong to, I couldn’t help but
feel at home by my drunken misadventure through the evening, and into the
night. The human experience is a wondrous endeavor, and quite often we find
ourselves losing track of purpose and meaning, but finding what we lack in bits
and pieces, all a part of some peculiar, but immaculate circumstance. I
had told him of the time I had come close to death, nearly bleeding out of a
broken temple, and how I saw my own creator, which didn’t fit his imagery of
god. He showed great interest in the same sense in how I explained the
tryptamine spectrum, and how we as humans can reach a spiritual plain of
thought and body through these chemicals that are produced in near every
living, breathing organism. In his studies and my own, we both came to agree of
Genisis 1:29, and the idea that every seed bearing plant on earth was created
with purpose for humans, and that the tryptamines were produced to help us
achieve spirituality. Although
we hadn’t shared the same creator, we are of the same kind. We shared goodwill,
and preached for deeper education and recognition of spirit. The acceptance of
karma as an energy, rather than a force. In said statement, surrounding
yourself with good sentiment, and passing on goodwill, will in turn perhaps push
the scales in your favor. In your time of need, those who you’ve helped might
help you, or circumstance might favor you in comparison to those who do the
polar opposite, and create injustice, dishonesty, and pain in others. The whole
idea of leaving the world a better place than you came to. In spreading
goodwill, you convert people to a better way of life, in which holds even in
the most relentless of circumstance. The
two of us knew well enough that goodwill is a force that would never die out in
entirety, and treated it as a sacred force. The same sense of a sacred force
that had brought us to sit alongside each other, all in numbers and odds that I
don’t have the capability or will to produce, which also explain the
circumstances behind evolution, the big bang, earth being capable of sustaining
life. We both laughed, and couldn’t explain it all. We both thought radios,
cars, engines, and computers were whacky magic that our ancestors would s**t
themselves over, and that the patron saints as well as Jesus walked among us to
tell the world of a better way, even without the belief of god St. Paul spoke
of love, and St. Boethius spoke of education and philosophy. We shared the same
favorite patron saint, who had a house in which Edward studied some blocks
over. An
hour or so into this endless conversation in which I didn’t wish to leave, I had
gotten up to use the bathroom. In checking my pockets in a drunken rush, I had
realized my wallet had gone missing. If so, both of my IDs, my bank card,
social insurance, Medicare, essentially everything anybody would ever need to
steal my identity, bank account, and soul, was gone. I’d panicked, but Edward
had this sense that everything would work out. Not even a minute had passed,
and I had recognized two undercover officers driving in an unmarked SUV, which
I flagged down. The two of them had heard me out, and ran my name, and my
wallet had been found and passed off to police some time earlier. They took
some time to go and retrieve it, and in that time Edward had parted ways, and
bid me farewell. © 2018 HeathenWithApen |
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Added on February 27, 2018 Last Updated on February 27, 2018 Tags: adventure, life lessons, religious |