Jun 30, 2005 23:21
I found this in a friend's journal. I wanted to add to it:
God was my co-pilot, but we crashed in the mountains and I was forced to eat him.
I ate of his body and drank of his blood but it was then that the Holy Ghost got caught in my heart and it burned with the trials by fire. To quinch it I was imersed in water but died and was borne again. It was then that I rose up on wings of eagles and with the faith of a mustardseed I spoke with the toungues of angels and the mountains did move and before me was a paradise, in which I lived in the Heavens with the Sun of God forever. Amen.