Whiskey, Wellness, and Wisdom

with Matthew Bachman

This is perhaps my most personal article. It’s one that I’ve been holding back on because it’s a story that I’m not really sure how to tell. I’ve had my run-ins with the paranormal over the years – ghosts, UFO’s, dreams that came true, etc. Some of these other people were a witness to, others I kept to myself for fear of ridicule or I just wasn’t sure about what I experienced. However, there was one paranormal entity that remained elusive in my life, until one day several years ago when I had hit rock bottom.

I was raised Christian growing up, but as I aged and began to question the nature of our reality, I began to doubt my faith more and more. I went from being a Christian to a Deist to an agnostic and finally I converted to full-blown atheism. Science had become my religion, even though I lacked the math skills to fully comprehend it.

At least I can say my math isn’t THAT bad.

They say that a lot of people turn to religion when they’ve hit rock bottom because they’ve got nothing else to turn to. I can’t speak for everyone, but what I can do is tell you with certainty, is that it was religion (or rather, spiritualism) that turned to me. There I was, feeling like I had nothing left to live for, when this creature made of light appeared to me. Now I say He appeared to me because I could sense His presence no differently than I could that of somebody insisting on talking to me at the laundromat while I’m reading a book with my headphones on.

This is the pose I now take up whilst awaiting for my clothes to dry.

Now, I want you to keep in mind that I was still an atheist at this point when this entity made of light appeared before me. I wasn’t laying there begging for whatever God that exists to spare me from my suffering. On the contrary, I was just laying there feeling sorry for myself and wanted to pull a Rip Van Winkle and fall asleep for the next 20 years. This entity, however, wasn’t very sympathetic to my desire to sleep.

He commanded me to get up and soldier on. I want to note that He never told me His name, nor did He tell me that everything was going to be all right. He simply wanted me to stand up. I was resistant at first, after all, I had 20 years worth of sleeping to do. But he was persistent and filled my immediate area with a light I couldn’t see with my eyes, rather I could sense it radiating from this creature who I could not see, but felt His presence. It was in this moment that realized that this entity was made entirely of light and it was a loving light, unlike anything we’ve ever witnessed. Brighter than the sun. It was even brighter than those annoying blue beams people put on their cars.

“Bob, we got another car that couldn’t handle that brightness.”

The supernatural has always seemed to follow me. I’ve seen shadows of people that weren’t there. I’ve witnessed glowing blue orbs that blew out the electricity. Pictures have thrown themselves off the wall right before my eyes; but all of that pales in comparison to what I bared witness to at my lowest point. What I saw was not with the eyes of my body, but with my astral eye. The man of science in me still struggles to understand what it was I witnessed. Perhaps it was some primordial survival instinct buried deep within my unconscious – a Jungian archetype, if you will. But, then again, isn’t what God is?

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