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<blockquote data-quote="taykair" data-source="post: 169639" data-attributes="member: 9418"><p style="text-align: center">Chapter Sixteen</p> <p style="text-align: center">Sunday Morning on the Road to Damascus (2008)</p><p></p><p>One Sunday morning, not long after the last traces of my story had been stripped from the net and the last of my followers had remarked negatively about my parentage and accused me of indecent relations with my mother, I lay in bed and began to think.</p><p></p><p>Has this all been a delusion?</p><p></p><p>Consider...</p><p></p><p>My astral travels as a youth may have been nothing more than just very vivid dreams. My encounter with the old man in the store on that dark and stormy night could have been an hallucination brought on by fatigue and overwork. My implanted memories could have been the result of the years I had spent getting high on whatever I could get, coupled with rationalization after the fact. My sleepwalking (sleeptyping?) was my subconscious mind attempting to break the illusions which I had built up over all those years. </p><p></p><p>Those wasted years.</p><p></p><p>Yes. It was - finally - all beginning to make sense to me. These things that I believe happened to me did not happen at all. They were all the products of my mind. They did not really happen. None of it really happened. IT DID NOT HAPPEN.</p><p></p><p>And then, suddenly, I was free. Just like that.</p><p></p><p>I became an agnostic. No. Not only an agnostic. A dyed-in-the-wool skeptic. I was skeptical of everything. I doubted everything - especially those people who didn't doubt everything strongly enough. I had had my "come to Jesus" moment - only without Jesus. I had been on the road to Damascus and had my non-vision vision of reason and logic and reality. Now it was time to spread the word.</p><p></p><p>Remember when I said that I was free? I wasn't. Not quite. There was just one more chain to break.</p><p></p><p>Don't worry. The final chapter is very short. The tale is almost over.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="taykair, post: 169639, member: 9418"] [CENTER]Chapter Sixteen Sunday Morning on the Road to Damascus (2008)[/CENTER] One Sunday morning, not long after the last traces of my story had been stripped from the net and the last of my followers had remarked negatively about my parentage and accused me of indecent relations with my mother, I lay in bed and began to think. Has this all been a delusion? Consider... My astral travels as a youth may have been nothing more than just very vivid dreams. My encounter with the old man in the store on that dark and stormy night could have been an hallucination brought on by fatigue and overwork. My implanted memories could have been the result of the years I had spent getting high on whatever I could get, coupled with rationalization after the fact. My sleepwalking (sleeptyping?) was my subconscious mind attempting to break the illusions which I had built up over all those years. Those wasted years. Yes. It was - finally - all beginning to make sense to me. These things that I believe happened to me did not happen at all. They were all the products of my mind. They did not really happen. None of it really happened. IT DID NOT HAPPEN. And then, suddenly, I was free. Just like that. I became an agnostic. No. Not only an agnostic. A dyed-in-the-wool skeptic. I was skeptical of everything. I doubted everything - especially those people who didn't doubt everything strongly enough. I had had my "come to Jesus" moment - only without Jesus. I had been on the road to Damascus and had my non-vision vision of reason and logic and reality. Now it was time to spread the word. Remember when I said that I was free? I wasn't. Not quite. There was just one more chain to break. Don't worry. The final chapter is very short. The tale is almost over. [/QUOTE]
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