I met God in a dream once. He was nice.

touched by godThis dream dates back to when I was in university… It came the night after I’d been having a theological debate with a friend of mine.  She’s a devout Anglican–me, a devout Agnostic.

(I definitely believe in a Higher Purpose that we cannot fathom with our tiny human brains. [Yet.] I also believe that we apprehend only the barest sliver of the reality that surrounds us and am perfectly willing to buy into the idea that some incomprehensible engine that is driving this whole machine.)

… But do I believe that eternal engine is an angry old man who says things like, “… for I the LORD thy God am a jealous God, visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children unto the third and fourth generation of them that hate me?”


… Do I believe that the Creative Power of the universe will damn you to eternal hell for what you eat or wear (or don’t wear)  or what you and another consenting adult do to pleasure another behind closed doors?

Nope nope nope nope. Sorry, no can do. I cannot believe in a God who would intentionally set us up for failure and then damn us to hell when we stumble into one of the pitfalls he himself placed right in the middle of our path.

If ever I were to believe in a God, I can assure you, He wouldn’t be a sadist.

Anyhoo. My friend and I concluded our religious debate by agreeing to disagree. That very night, I had a dream that God came to me and lifted me out of my body, so that I was an invisible spirit enfolded in the embrace of another, infinitely more potent spirit. And that spirit told me It was God and said It was going to show me what life was like after death.

“Wait a minute,” I said, looking down at my body sleeping on my bed. “I’m dreaming. This is just a dream. Isn’t it?”

God didn’t answer. Instead It swept me up through the ceiling, through the roof of the building, and high up into the air, where God carried me through the clouds for some distance until It had found what it was looking for. Then God speared through the clouds back down towards Earth and deposited me inside the body of  a stranger who lived far away from Ottawa, where I was going to school at the time.

I was inside someone else’s body — feeling her body as mine, sharing her mind and sensations. She ate delicious food and I tasted it. She lay down on silk sheets and I felt that, too. She felt happiness, I rejoiced. She felt sadness, I writhed in sympathetic sorrow.

I don’t know how long I was in that woman’s body. It could have been minutes, it might have been years. All that time, I was wondering, “Is this for REAL? Or is it all just a dream?”

Eventually God decided I’d had enough and pulled me out of that woman’s body — and dumped me in the body of a man who lived halfway around the world. And then another. And another.

All night long, it continued. God put me into countless different bodies and I felt everything they felt — their physical sensations, their emotions. Their joys and fears.

Finally I asked God how that could be.  God explained: I could be inside any of them, because I was them. I was them and they were me.

All is one and one is all, God said. So long as there is life, you shall never die.

That’s when I woke up.

1 Comment

  • By Mariano, August 23, 2009 @ 4:48 pm

    I’m from dreamviews.
    guau, interesting dreams, seems like a very very long dream eh? guau…it’s incredible how our subconscious come with things like these..

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