Posted by john on September 25, 2002 at 06:44:44:
In Reply to: Hear Me All posted by Screaming Poodles Devoured My Decade Old Yogurt on September 25, 2002 at 02:30:22:
:
: How is this for weird, as always at 4am I was in that half awake half, blah state on the living room floor watching infomercials about Sally Struthers Dog's butt hair removal service when out of know where I heard 2 loud thunderous booms, knowing what a shotgun sounds like I was 3ft off the ground in less time than it takes Pastor Steve to smack the blasphemer. I thought for a moment and then grabbed the cell and dialed 911. I was totally electrified at the thought that someone was just outside my door with a gun. I ran to my room on the other end of the house to peer through a window I was just inside my room when I hear another blast just outside my door. At that moment I was not scared I was MAD, and funny to think about it. I was excited. I was thinking about God. Looking back now , not once was I thinking am I a christian am I going to heaven. All these questions that seem so dear were gone, all that was left, was I am gonna meet Jesus soon.
: Moments later I saw police all over my backyard, and I was fine again. I opened the backdoor and looked out to my left to see a huge fire. The cop came to the house and told me that someone had lit there car on fire and another officer had followed the car to behind a wooded area behind me house. It seems some crooks were trying to get rid of the car. The explosions were just that , the tires on the car went up , the area was right by moy part of the house.
: So the reality was that I was not in danger, though my real thoughts were at that moment when I thought the worst was going to happen I really BELIVED, it is weird. I can say I am a christian, though beinf neurotic I always have doubts and questions, it was just so cool to just know, well
: GOD IS...
:
: as always I probably make no sense at all, though any thoughts at all would be appreciated.
For reasons that are very dear to me personally, my first reaction was that you should not have called 911 until you knew you were in danger. I kept getting images of some poor kid who had a flat tire blowout being kicked and cuffed in front of your house.
As it turns out there was a reason to call 911, so that's good. I guess no harm no foul, but be careul, some of us less-than-mainstreams have the unfortunate difficulty of guilt by association, or phrenology even :\
As for your real point about knowing that God is, this is exactly what i mean when I say that often some people need to be beaten with a big stick. When faced with something that is so invariably real, all of the other crap that seems so important goes right out and only the real is left. We need to try ourselves to know what we're made of, so to speak. I firmly believe that we were meant to LIVE and EXPERIENCE not sluff along in this psuedo-awake escapist daze. I feel most alive and most at peace when I am wide-awake with my senses blazing. The hard part for me is maintaining that in this mind-numbing Bradburyesque world of ours that keeps trying to blend us down to a safe and nonthreatening equality. This has been discussed at length by Kierkegaard & Thoreau (2 of my favorites) if anyone cares about that kind of stuff.