Writer's Wednesday 34: Eavesdropping

On my blog, I do an 'event' called Writer Wednesdays. I post a prompt and others(including me) write something based on that prompt.

     One point of our existence is infinite.  Now Heaven, Hell, Nirvana, the Underworld, Purgatory - the list of afterlife destinations is endless - I don’t know that I believe in that.  But I believe in the spirit, that’s real.  I don’t like referring to it as the ‘soul’; that has too many Christian connotations.  But I know the spirit is real.  I can prove it.

     I don’t have to be on a substance to have a good time, but honestly, I thought you could never go wrong getting high.  Turns out I was the one who was wrong.  I woke up in the hospital, my head spinning.  I was in a sweat too, and that’s when the next level stuff happened.

     I saw the light, blinding and all that jazz.  But I didn’t feel a need to go into it.  And I sure as hell didn’t feel safe or see the faces of my loved ones.  I wanted to run.  But I couldn’t, seeing as my legs were still jelly after my overdose.  And I realized that the light wasn’t a place, wasn’t a thing, and surely wasn’t some divine entity.  It was energy, collected.  It was proof of the spirit, scientifically.  It was the physical embodiment of the law of conservation of energy.  Sudden awe filled me.  I’m a nature guy, into hard science and the power of psychedelic drugs, so this was a field day for me.

     Some people pray to get better, don’t believe in using pharmaceuticals.  I came the closest I’ve ever come to that.  I opened my mind to the energy, allowed it to heal my body.  Then I woke up, for real this time.  But that wasn’t the end.  Not by a long shot.

     It started with voices in my head.  At first I thought I was still a little high perhaps, but they persisted and as I listened, I realized I could pick out distinct voices with distinct personalities.  I started looking up everything I could about spirits, the ‘soul’, conservation of energy, out of body experiences… It didn’t help much, but during those translations a lot of stuff is going to get messed up.

     I have kept listening and this is how I know the spirit is real - hey live inside me - inside my head.  And I only have myself to blame - I opened my mind and let them in.

Author's Note

Some of the lines in this were taken from a conversation I overheard between a hippie and Christian scientist - so there was some interesting content to put to use.