Lately I’ve become interested in religious subjects again, particularly as a source of comfort to my troubled mind. It doesn’t even particularly have to be any specific religion, just some kind of belief system. Anyway, I started researching the beliefs of my father yesterday — Pentecostalism, Charismatic, the origins of all that, Azusa street, glossolalia, slain in the spirit, Faith Healers, and so forth — mostly on Wikipedia. It was all interesting, but then I started reading a book “Why Christian?” by Douglas John Hall that my Aunt lent me. As I was doing so I felt a strange sense of peace descend. I then felt a strong urge to pray and did so for a few minutes.
Then I reclined on the couch and I started to feel as though thoughts were being inserted into my head from an outside source. At first they were innocuous things like You will return to me and Seek my face and I thought, that’s cool, I’m experiencing a Religious Event. But then they became more abstruse and crazy and basically something a Loving God would never say to someone in my condition, like Go out into the world and lay hands on all you see and You will be a leader of men in a new age. The thoughts wouldn’t go away until I went in my room and started looking at nudie pics. Take that, God!