Lying in my bed digesting psilocybin. I’m angry with God. I don’t believe in God. I’m angry at something I don’t believe in. As the medicine sets in, I am visited by an angel who looks on my anger and doubt with love and compassion. We wept together while we explored my experiences. I told the angel that I don’t understand why God allows such ugliness in the world. The angel told me that it isn’t my time to understand.
I met an angel
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