I found myself believing in the supernatural when I was growing up. I was surrounded by Christian imagery, and of course Led Zeppelin was in my life, so I had to consider the existence of the Devil. I have prayed before, and I have experienced things I thought were invariably out of the ordinary. But then, I remember when I was young being so drunk that I threw up on the hood of someone’s car one night, and I’ve experienced more than one episode of having taken liquor with friends. So what was I? I was young, influenced by Christianity, and I saw things that weren’t exactly that out of the ordinary while under the influence. I’ve had wild dreams, but who hasn’t had wild dreams? Thus, for the longest time I suppose I believed in the supernatural.
As my life unfolded, I began to look at the world from a different perspective.
With my understanding of primitive man, I drew conclusions about the arrival of the higher power. The primitive man would look at the event of a flash flood or a gargantuan hurricane obliterating a coastline as an act of something greater than himself. And what better way to explain this greater something than that of an essence of being, a being who probably looks like a man!…only greater and bigger and more powerful, and moody. This is anthropomorphizing. People still do this. They make animals talk in terms of humans on the movie screen and they still imagine out of this world monsters as bizarre looking creatures, with human arms and legs that often know how to speak decent English. Back in the day, as a result of this anthropomorphizing, religions cropped up all over the place, and to be out of touch with some form of worship was to be out of style.
Since I came to this understanding, I’ve come to look at the higher power, the God figure, as a type of thing one tells their young child when they ask what happens when they die. How could anyone tell a young child, with those wide eyes eagerly awaiting the answer, that the body dematerializes and we rot, unless we choose to get cremated? This isn’t proper toddler etiquette in my book, thus we say what comes natural and all pervading in human society, that we go to the better place, or we say that God takes us away with the angels. But this is what the God figure has become to me, myth and superstition created during a time when religion was just the thing to do.
Aside from the higher being, there are the higher abilities that don’t hold much water in my book either. No matter how much I try to predict the future, I fail. Trying to read minds: out of the question, especially with the ex-gf. Third Eye power and seeing things by touching objects? I fail to possess any of these traits. In fact, when I perform a close examination of the entirety of my life, I can’t think of one solitary event or action that can lead me to believe anything remotely supernatural even exist. I want a ghost to visit me; I’d like to see a shape-shifter; I’d like to see a spell work; I would love to meet a werewolf; heck, I’d love to meet Jesus. But I have yet to do so, and praying and worshipping, and turning out the lights at night or hanging out in cemeteries have produced not the slightest shred of hope for me to reconsider.
The oddest contradiction to this argument is the aspect of truth. Truth could be the Siamese twin to the aspect of love, and the power of each is a power to be reckoned with. The power of truth could almost be supernatural. If a man is walking down the street and he is not focused on what he should be doing, chances are, the truth will be that he will have no place to sleep on that night. If he is inclined to take something illegally, truth will eventually place him in jail. If he decides to attend to his situation with integrity, truth will provide for him in a positive way. The truth begins at a zero integer and works in a linear direction that extends both ways. To the left truth imposes the negative, to the right, truth imposes the positive. Wherever one goes in the universe, in whatever dimension one happens to exist, truth is an irreconcilable force to be reckoned with no matter the situation or circumstance. The aspect of truth separates the men from the boys, and in my opinion, represents the second half of a united force, the other half being love. The power of these forces are compelling, and brings one to consider the supernatural element they possess, for in their attributes and their effects, one cannot deny the phenomenon of infallibility by which they behave.
Christians would have you believe these aspects of truth and love equate the God figure. But then, so would the Hebrew nation of Israel, and the nation of Islam. And Hindu and Buddha might want to get their hands in on this, that is, if Catholicism doesn’t slap everyone around with their madness. I don’t last long in the bouncing game of who or what is God, but the uncanny power of truth and love is undeniable.