I didn't much enjoy my years at Hillsong College.
The learning wasn't especially engaging. In many ways I had learned more thoroughly under Steve Jeffrey.
I burned myself again and again, but the fire did not burn so brightly.
I did perform my first exorcism. I remember the deep affirmation this experience lent my worldview. Clearly, I was absolutely right. This was a deeply spiritual battle along the lines defined by Christianity. What else could it be?
I worked all around the colossus that was Hillsong church, desperately keen to find my place. Where was I to be?
I piled up more fuel for the fire.
The dreams did not return.
At the very end, I began to grow resigned.
I listened to Delerium and began writing and painting of fecund lands, islands, and runes.
Where was God?
Where were the dreams?
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