Dying and Being Reborn

I have been enjoying myself, writing -fiction? But, I just can not avoid the truth. Christine and I were climbing on very dramatic and dangerous rocks just before we died. You have just read the most remarkable statement in the English language. No fiction can compare to it. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QV_9pn7MGUo

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If it is true that I died on these beautiful rocks by the sea, then I was reborn on that day February 11, 1966.
Two days laters members of the Brotherhood of Eternal Love came to see me. I told them I was taking LSD from them. The game is over!

A childhood friend of Tim Scully, who helped him manufacture LSD, become my patron the next day, and bought me art supplies. I then tried to paint the rocks at McClure’s beach, and the stars in heave I beheld.

James Taylor, who was with me when I died, put up a photo of Baba on the litchen wall, and I saw something in his face. Baba helped ground me back on this earth. If not for him, I would not be here. Nor would I have found the Parthian Nazarties who obstained from alcohol.

You can see the comet…

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I am an artist, a writer, and a theologian.
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