Good post, I cant argue with you.
When people falll under the Godspell the say and do quirky things.
But on the other hand it pops in my head, about 7 years after I escaped the Tower. I was reading my bible daily. I was attending AA meetings. I was in a spiritual paradise. I was riding my Harley Through Downtown Clearwater on Fort Harrison in front of the headquarters of the church of Scientology. I was heading for an AA meeting at 301. I was going 35 miles an hour. A fellow in a gold colored lexus made a left turn in front of me. My options were to hit him or hit the telephone pole. It flashed through my head that my life was over and things went into slow motion. That week I read in easy riders magazine that many people die from hitting cars while riding harleys. The article said that it wasnt necessary. They said at the point of impact jump up and you will fly over the car. I knew I couldnt put the bike down at 35 mph or the road would burn my skin off and I would still end up flying into the car.
So God or life or my sympathetic nervous system slowed everything down from 35 mph to very slow motion and when my bike hit the lexus I jumped up I remember somersaulting over the hood of the lexus and then it was as if something picked me up and with a wooshing sound placed me on my feet 25 feet down the street from the lexus. The accident totaled my bike, The fire department was looking for the body. When they found me they couldnt belive I was walking around and unhurt. They said when the bike gets destroyed like that so does the rider.
This happened in front of the church of scientologies world headquarters. After the accident while I was waiting for a friend to pick me up the scientologist took me all through their headquarters they were showing me all of their officies and meeting rooms. They told me they thought I was one of their leaders who could fly because he had reached clear visiting headquarters. I told them I wasnt a scientologist but that I was going to an AA meeting. They said they could tell I was some kind of spiritual person because I could fly.
My wife and I had a routine of going for a motorcycle ride every sunday morning. We would start out with breakfast at Emilys which was around the corner from Scientology headquarters. After I got my new Harley from the insurance money I resumed my practice and routnine. Quite a few times over the next year scientologist would come up and talk to me and my wife and they told my wife they saw me flying down Fort Harrison like I knew magic.
I remember flying like Kenau Reeves in the Matrix movies. They saw me and told me and my wife they saw me. I dont really expect you to believe me. But it did happen
I hit a car at 35mph on a harley and landed on my feet 25 feet down the street without a scratch.
50% of the people I tell this story to say it was God the othe 50% say I am good at jumping off motorcycles going 35mph and flying over cars and landing on my feet unhurt.
When it happened I thought it was God. It was me who jumped up at the point of impact and it was me who summersaulted over the hood of the car but then God or more likely an angle picked me up and put me down on my feet. I was tumbling over the car then I went up in the air and came straight down.
But since I have become agnostic and almost atheist in the new millenium its just become the best story I have in my sad life.
I figure everybody has a story like mine if they live long enough.
