My thoughts on doubt and wonder

I have an incessant conversation with God. Well, I used to. Now I'm just addicted to pot. But God and pot used to be one and the same thing. Well, not always. There was a time when there was God everywhere. Well, my version of God. Not who God was, but threw what God wasn't. God wasn't evil. As in he wouldn't send us to hell. See, I saw God as Reacting to other forces that he put on earth. As if he needed us for anything. He always told me that he was merely here to serve. That much serves man. Man is needy and weak and vulnerable. All look to me now, God says with a sigh.Anyway, then I came to find out that God wasn't even bored. And I promptly began wanting to be with God every second of the day.

It's really addicting.

I can play it out in huge dramas saving souls every two or three months. Or maybe seven months. And maybe be so happy that I'm doing it the whole time that even start to enjoy myself a little. And it also totally looks like I'm praying on them. Yes, the play on words there is intentional. Preying on them that they might save me.

From the demon that I'm running from at the time.

See that was the thing about Charlie is that he knew the devil.