Conversations with a Deity

Introduction

By Vanamee

Who I am doesn't matter. Let's just say that I'm somebody you don't know, and let it go at that. I'm not in the one percent, the "movers and shakers", the few who make it into history books for being in charge of things. I'm not part of that one out of a hundred who gets to tell everyone else how to live their lives.

No, I'm in the other ninety nine percent. The ones who do the living.

For some reason the history classes I took in high school never talked about the other 99%. Yet while Henry the 8th was having his notorious problems, along with all the usual headaches of trying to manage a large island, you can rest assured that almost everyone else was going about their lives. Living, laughing, loving. Shedding tears and working hard, but mostly finding ways to have a good time in spite of it all no matter what the universe shelled out.

Even the workers who built the pyramids had feast days, and holidays. They got married, sent their kids to school, wrote poetry, drew pictures. They had fun, at least sometimes.

Where was I? Oh yes, who am I. Right. I'm one of them. I'm a normal guy, just anybody. It doesn't matter.

I was raised in a moderately religious family, but the religion of choice didn't appeal to me, so I went in search of an alternative. I learned some interesting things, too, and found a lot that I liked. But I found that I kept getting stuck on one question, "Why that one?"

I never found a good answer, so for many years I described myself as a skeptic, willing to believe but wanting something in the way of evidence.

Then I had an intense personal experience.*   I came out of it with a sense of having touched something greater than myself. I can't tell if I'm nuts, or making it up, or if I believe it. But whatever it was, I can feel in my bones that it's the same thing that made Aaron come down the mountain.

I feel as if I was given a small piece of a larger whole, and I don't know what to do with it. I'm writing this because, whatever I do, I have to do something.

I think that I may be a prophet. I hope not. It sounds like a lot of work.

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