| January 18th, 2001 - Warning: Parental Disgression Advised It was sometime in the 70's (I'm not sure exactly when), I only remember thinking the organic mescaline I bought from a friend, who looked like Ian Anderson, was rip-off. I had ingested two of them an hour ago. They were packaged in 250 mg green and yellow capsules. I took the vial out of my pocket and ate two more. We were hitch-hiking homeward, my friend and I. It was cold. There was nothing going on anywhere. I arrived at the place I called home. A five bedroom single-family dwelling where lived my parents and siblings. A very active and happy home. Never a dull moment. My parents were the best parents in the world. They had no idea what my experimental life with drugs was all about. I knew I could never tell them. They would never understand. I had learned to hide it in front of them when I was high. But tonight I was straight. I came into the den and plopped down on the couch. My favorite spot. Some of my siblings were watching television. I think it was The Brady Bunch. I enjoyed the warmth of this house. It was so full of peace and love. A nurturing environment my parents had worked hard to provide for us. As I lay there basking in the comfort a strange thing became apparent to me; everything became very funny! My brothers' and sisters' faces where glowing like peaches in the sun. The curtains over the windows began to rise floatingly up and down. I was beginning to say things that seemed weird (even for me). I decided to get upstairs to my room. I put on some music, Thick as a Brick, by Jethro Tull, and lay down in my bed. In a matter of moments my mind became lost in the music. I was rushing; I saw my self racing downward into a tunnel. Down, down, down into a cave like structure into the earth. It was exhilerating! Quick downhill turns: left, right. up and down. Like a rollercoaster ride, taking me somewhere. Suddenly, I came to a stop. I seemed to be standing at the entrance to an amazing portal with green, yellow, orange and red flashing tubular lights all around it. And a voice said to me, "Past this point are pleasures beyond your wildest imagination... deny Christ and I will let you go in." I felt a part of myself wanting to go in. But a stronger part of me took over, "NO!" I shook myself. I was back in my room. This entire sequence repeated itself a few times that night, but each time I refused and clung desperately to my belief in Christ. A belief which my parents had taught me to hold on to. "Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it." (Proverbs 22: 6) Though in my life, I have strayed in many hurtful ways, I am thankful to God for `rents who taught me and instilled in me a knowledge of God. I left those beliefs far behind once. But God's reach is longer, His words are eternal, His love never fails. When I was older, God made Himself real to me. Now he's my God, not just my parents' God. The voice in my hallucination tempting me to deny Christ was the voice of satan, probably more specifically one of satan's devils. He will try to take souls any way he can. If he couldn't get me all at once, he'd try the slow cook method. Which incidently is just what he ended up doing in my case. |