I rarely talk about this, and it's hard to talk about; I don't suppose it will help my credibility, but it's true.
Around 2003 I started to develop what could be called "astral sensitivity"; shutting my eyes, high on weed (or even sometimes on occasion when I was sober), I would see a lot of light or astral matter. I had given up moving drugs, but a friend who was still involved was moving very pure "White Fluff" LSD, very good stuff, and I started taking large amounts to "see what I could see." One time I was on, I don't remember, it was probably ten or fifteen hits, 1000 or 1500 mics, sitting in a yogic position, and it seemed I could channel energies up into my head, so I was exerting strength to do that and had an overwhelming thought "I want to see God."
That didn't happen, but a little later this friend was in Columbus, Ohio, and another mutual friend said "Listen, I can't get any weed, let's go to Columbus." I didn't want to go, it was a long drive from St. Louis and it didn't seem worth the hassle. He persuaded me to go, and the first hotel we went to in downtown Columbus was completely full. So we went down the street and checked at the Renaissance. They had one room left, room 1107.
So our mutual friend came to meet us, and we went to dinner at a nice steakhouse downtown; I took two hits before we left for dinner. My friend who drove knew he was in for a long night, so he got a room at a different hotel downtown and went there after dinner. After dinner I took another fifteen hits, the girl who we were visiting stayed with me and took a couple hits.
I don't remember this, but apparently I said to her something to the effect of "You have to leave me alone now. Go." So, impaired though she was, she left.
And I was having my usual vision quest, and was standing by a chair, and a voice said to me "Sit in this chair if you would be God." I had said I wanted to see God, not be God; but I took it glibly as something like, would you like to merge with the Creator for a little while?
So I shrugged and sat in the chair. And I was hit with something like a lightning bolt, very intense electrical pain, and my consciousness was flooded with images of suffering around the planet. This lasted maybe ten seconds at most. I was screaming. And after that, it's hard to describe but the best way I can say it is, my consciousness was pulled up into something immense and powerful, I can't put it into words. And it was communicated to me that God was going to "raise Cain," wreak serious havoc. And I started arguing, saying "This is not right, they aren't ready. Take me." I really said that, or yelled it.
So the poor people in the neighboring rooms called the front desk, and there was a knock at the door. I answered, and went downstairs with them, and the police were in the lobby. So like any reasonable person on seventeen hits of LSD, I stripped right there in the lobby.
And got hit with two taser darts. Compared to the shock I had just gotten, two taser darts were nothing, but they dropped me. They also hit me with mace. Faced with this situation, I have to say the police were strong but just. I was in the wrong.
So they quite literally threw me (still naked) in a cell with no running water in the sink, and I had to wash the mace out of me eyes with toilet water. I was still in a very positive emotional state, thinking I had just met The Old One.
So here's the punchline. Thirteen years later, in 2017, I was at a meeting of Alcoholics Anonymous in St. Louis. During intermission I struck up a conversation with an older guy, and asked him "You're from Boston, right?" because of his accent. He said "Yeah but I live in Columbus Ohio." I chuckled and said "Oh I got arrested at the Renaissance hotel there." He said "Oh I used to own that building, I sold it to the people who turned it into a hotel." He wasn't lying or trying to impress me, he was long sober and highly regarded in A.A., and if you're an alcoholic, you can only get serious sober time if you're honest. You won't find someone with twenty years who is eager to bullshit you.
That knocked me practically off my feet. Anyone reading this probably knows the writer is not always sober, but I will tell you this, A.A. is really from God. They don't want it to be a cult or a religion, and it's not, but it absolutely is the real thing.
Here's another coincidence, the event happened on the night of February 19, 2004, and a few years later my brother had a daughter, who they call Grace, and her birthday is February 19.