A Funny Thing Happened On The Way Back From Hell

Some crazy stuff started happening to me in Spring of 2011 … and it changed my life forever

Now, I’ve written about about weird stuff before, but this one takes not only the cake, but the baker too

In fact, this just may be the very post where I lose a large portion of my audience, where I’m called a heretic, delusional and full of shit.

So be it

What I’m about to tell you simply will not be accepted by some people, it’s just too far beyond what they currently accept is “real”

Along the lines of what Joe Rogan often says, it’s no weirder than life, being able to watch something we call a TV, talking to each other on cell phones or driving over to see your friend Bob

mystical-experiencesTHAT’S some strange shit… we just currently happen to accept it as reality

Because this post goes beyond what can be seen by the eye or touched by the hand, it will just plain be too much for some

And for those who has all the secrets of life and the universe figured out, I’m sure they have a nice safe little label to put on exactly what I experienced

Just like anyone who considers themselves to be somehow closer to God than the rest of us, and therefore an authority on the subject, will say that what I’m about to tell you is downright blasphemous, unless of course I’m a member of their religion and have the exact same “copy and paste” belief system they do… then it’s all fine and dandy

If people don’t understand something, they like to put it in a little box and tell it to “sit and stay” where it can remain safe from gnawing away at their closely gaurded belief structures

Sure, I’ve had some pretty strange stuff happen to me in my day… some real out of this world serendipitous type stuff as well as what can be be described as the paranormal

Like the time I was 22 years old laying in bed in the middle of the night with the sister of one of my best friends, Shannon, who was murdered in a drug rip-off home invasion robbery, just a few months before

We were staring up at the ceiling asking Shannon to give us a sign that he knew we loved him

And right at that moment, on the ceiling we were starting at, there were three loud and distinct knocks… just like a human would make, but this was on the ceiling, of the top floor, at like 2am, just after we asked for a sign from a recently murdered loved on

I did the math, it was a fucking sign

Now this wasn’t the only strange experience myself or group of friends and family had during the period shortly after Shannon’s death… in fact A LOT of weird shit happened

But this blog post is not about the paranormal, I’ll save that post for another day

This one is about something even stranger

But fair warning…

If you don’t think there’s more to this deal of being human than meets the eye…

… OR if you’ve got the entire play of the cosmos figured out or if you have an explanation for everything that happens to everyone who exists, then it’s probably time you stop reading and head some place you can get some nice juicy dogma with cheese and a large fries, to go.

Ok, here’s what happened…

Spring of 2011, dead of night, around 2am… why does all the weird shit happen to me at 2am?

Family asleep inside the 4500sq foot house we live in, two 2-car garages… one on each end of the house, circular driveway, custom pool with a waterfall and a beautiful view of central Orange County California

I’m ripped, tanned, looking good… it all “looks” good

Fueled on a complex cocktail of body building drugs…. Testosterone, Trenbolone Enathate, D-Bol, Equipoise, ECA stack, T3, IGF, HGH as well as high doses of fear from the lie I’ve been living, I pace the garage to a constant soundtrack of angry metal and angry rap

The garage is filled with shame, regret and pot smoke.

At this point in my life, I live in the garage… well, I sleep in the house, but only a few hours a night… the Trenbolone won’t allow anymore than that

And when I do sleep I wake up covered in sweat in cold sweat

There’s a an awesome house just on the other side of the wall, but I spend my time in the garage

It’s where I do almost all of my work these days… standing up punching keys on my lap top, which sits on a pile of boxes on top of a chair

I probably spend 16 hours a day in the garage.

In the house there are issues to face, things to hide and discussions to be had, that I am too scared to have.

Too much reality in the house.

The garage is safe… got my bong, 5 kinds of pot from the medical marijuana dispensary and my music

I love my music

In an attempt to outrun the non-stop screams of my Ego, I pace back and forth, like a caged animal, between my Harley and brand new red corvette, or mid-life crises mobile as I currently like to call it.

I hate that fucking car… love the Harley, but hate the car

It’s a symbol of my fall from grace

I am in deep pain caused by my actions, I’ve done things no husband should do.

Fear is my constant ally… riding shotgun everywhere I go

It’s too much to take

Ya know, I used to have a good life, before the money, before the car, before the DECISIONS.

Before the lies.

Now, lets be clear, I have NO IDEA what created me, that’s for some fucking dude over there to know

All I know is that my life is fucked

What God is? I have no idea and am fine with that

I simply have no patience for spiritual hubris … when someone tells me they know exactly what God is… especially when they tell me I better believe like they do or else… because their exclusive little club is the only one holding the golden tickets…

1. All they end up telling me is what God is NOT

2. They are giving their little cause a very bad name

Plain and simply it’s too Great to be defined… The labels and dogma just don’t make the cut

As I pace the garage of my misery, I remember how God, my Creator, WHATEVER is running the show here, healed me from 15 years of addiction and misery before back in the year 2000

A time when I knew I had to sober up

I was 30 years old, in a MASSIVE amount of pain and for the first time I had seen what I had truly become

I hit my knees and prayed, to what I prayed, I have no idea, I don’t need a concept, just a humble willingness to turn my life over to whatever created me

As soon as I did that, answers starting bombarding me from everywhere I turned… the TV, radio, people talking… it was surreal how I was flooded with Truth

I would have a question in my mind and the moment I was done thinking the question, the answer would come from something right in front of my eyes

It was surreal

It’s like I finally dropped my resistance, and was humbled into submission … that lead to almost an entire decade of sobriety as well as a pretty good life

For years I prayed, on my knees, every morning and night

But Somehow I Lost My Way

I made money my God, was CONSUMED by my Ego and getting shit done became more important than taking 2 minutes out of my day to hit my knees and say “Thy Will, Not Mine, Be Done”

And now my soul is locked up in the garage

The situation is too much for me, I see no way out, the wounds are too deep

I stop pacing, close my eyes, and say something along the lines of “God, please help”

And I MEANT IT, with every cell of my being… no reservations

Open_Arms_WideAll of a sudden a giant rush of Wind and Love came from above me, through my head and my heart, and filled my entire body

My head and chest popped up, my arms were placed down and out to my sides, my palms literally “turned” up

Now lets be clear, just like “I” am not the one who grows my hair and beats my heart when I sleep, “I” am not the one putting my arms back and out and my head, chest and palms up

It Is Being Done To Me

My entire body is filled with Spirit, it is straight up fucking orgasmic

The Wind feels to almost lift me off the ground, it didn’t, but it sure seemed like it was gonna

This lasted for about 30-60 seconds, it was gone as quick as it came, leaving me with tears in my eyes, peace in my heart and a deep knowing that I felt the Hand of God.

This was a starting point of a great turnaround

I started praying again on the reg…. Not praying FOR anything, just basic “Thy Will, Not Mine, Be Done” type

Life at this time was still filled with havoc, chaos and bad decisions… it would take a while yet for me to be able to make the “big” changes I need to make

Shovel in hand, I still hadn’t hit bottom

And here’s what even crazier, this experience, KEPT happening to me

Especially when I would pray with everything in me, handing my entire life over to the Loving Force that Created Me

Over the next year and a half or so it happened dozens of times, usually not as intense as the first few times

After a while it started feeling more fluid-like than a Wind, as if something is being poured into me

And the head and chest popping up and arms going out usually isn’t part of it… that was mostly just the first few times

I don’t have that many of these experiences, now as I’ve turned the corner, but they we’re coming at me left and right once I started to head towards the bend in the road

I don’t ever try to “make” it happen… that would be a long hard exercise in futility and not something I feel I have a right to do

My fiance, Veronica, points out, it usually seems to happen when my back’s against the wall and I feel overwhelmed by a situation and I completely surrender to Divine Will

It just doesn’t seem to happen when I’m chewing bubble gum dancing in the rain

Now, I can see how one would think it must be the pot

HOWEVER, I smoked that stuff pretty much every day from age 15 to 30, took the better part of 10 years off of it, and smoked it again for 3 or 4 months prior to this experience, pretty much all day every day

After the first week or two of smoking pot, it doesn’t even really get me stoned anymore

It just kinda helped take the edge off and allows me to “maintain”

This experience was FAR too profound to be some kind of marijuana hallucination

And… after I got sober, it kept happening

It’s definitely not a drug thing

Nor is it as simple as an emotion or “feeling”, like a pastor at what’s probably the most well known church in the country tried to label it as, in his attempt to minimize his experience.

Sorry Holier Than Thou Pastor dude, I know you think you’re some kind of authority on matters such as these, but I can say with all certainty, that you sir, are full of shit

One of the most profound times it happened was a few weeks after that pic on the left was taken

My Oxycodone, Hydrocodone, Xanax, Adderall, THC, Vodka Headshot… say cheese mother fucker!

After losing my family, I turned to drugs much heavier than just weed to kill the shame, sorrow and self-hate

A man with no soul… just look in my eyes

Shortly after this pic was taken I detoxed… and on about the 11th or 12th day, I prayed with everything in me, for the Supreme Being to take over and guide and direct my entire life

Again, the Wind of Love came rushing in and a deep sense of peace overcame me… my eyes were oceans of tears

And then the strangest thing happened

I could hear what seemed to be every individual animal for good quarter mile in each direction… every dog and cat… every bird… I could even hear an owl, which I’ve never heard anywhere remotely close to where I live

“Who… who”

Each one was so distinct… they were all were happening simultaneously, yet I could hear and process each sound individually, as if it were the only creature I was listening to

I heard no cars, no TVs, no people

Just animals.

All I could do was bask in the beauty and bleed tears of love, peace and joy

So What The Heck Is Going On Around Here?

I don’t have much of an explanation for these experiences, the closest I can come is it’s like The Holy Spirit or something, for lack of a better label, coming in to love on me

Letting me know that IT, God, The Creator of life, the world, the galaxies, cosmos, Universe, ALL OF IT… has my fucking back

It cauterizes my wounds

Lets me know what is True

A deep knowing… a knowing that no dogma, belief or dis-belief can stand up against

Opinions simply no longer matter

As long as I turn to IT and don’t try to run the show myself… which is futile anyway… there’s a deep acceptance, that I’m just along for the ride

That something much bigger and greater than I can even fathom has the wheel

Something greater than any prefabricated, boxed-up and gift-wrapped religion can try to explain or define… no matter how pretty the bow looks

I’ve only spoken with one person who describes having these exact same type of mystical experiences

His name is Tony, he was dying of cancer, and it happened to him in prayer circles for his healing

Today through the miracle of modern medicine, as well as Grace, Tony is cancer free and happier than ever

His cancer, he says, was a gift and a wake-up call


“Look, do you wanna play blindman? Go walk with the shepherd. But me, my eyes are wide fucking open.”

Jules Winnfield

As my life has gotten better, on the inside at least, and I continue in my daily practices of prayer and mediation, as well as not steam-rolling over everything I see, the experiences has been happening less and less

It still happens sometimes, like when higher Truths are spoken, or when my backs against the wall and I pray with absolute intensity for guidance and acceptance

I still don’t know exactly what it is and I don’t need to know

All I know is that it IS16EF68C6-4D4E-4BA9-94EC-00BF12347827

I’m fine with the mystery

What I do know, is that the more I turn my life over to whatever the heck made me and everything else, the better things get

Not always on the outside, but on the inside, at ground zero, where the real work is done, THAT’S where the magic happens

Something much greater than ourselves does a better job of running the show for us.

In fact, we make HORRIBLE directors… decent actors, but BAD DIRECTORS

We can either let our Ego try and run the show


Our Soul in Communion With Our Creator

I think the life of the former exists only to push us to the latter

The Ego can be fun, for a while… but head in that direction too long and you’ll find that it’s a dead end road in the middle of nowhere

There’s a much better route to take, and all it requires is to simply surrender

At least that’s been my experience

I’d like to leave you with a prayer from St Francis of Assisi… a prayer that I hope speaks through some of my writings on this blog

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury,pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy.

O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life. Amen

St. Francis

Talk soon,

Big Chris

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P.P.S. Saw Joe Rogan’s stand up again the other night at The Grove in Anaheim, as always he killed it, seen him a few times over the years, cool to see how’s has evolved as a comedian … He was dialed in tight … a true professional

I put this video of his in an earlier post, but it’s worth sharing again, if you haven’t watched it, definitely give it a whirl


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  1. Awesome post! I love how you own your experiences regardless of what people say… You are not afraid to speak your mind and it shows. Keep up the awesome work my friend. You are one of a kind

  2. Very deep, you’ve triggered some thought provoking insights with this one. I too had a similar experiences and have come to realize that this: The more I explore the inside, the better I understand the outside.

    “What I do know, is that the more I turn my life over to whatever the heck made me and everything else, the better things get
    Not always on the outside, but on the inside, at ground zero, where the real work is done, THAT’s where the magic happens”

  3. just love your blog and your spirit!Keep spreading TRUTH!Love and light my friend!

  4. Big Chris,

    Simply inspirational!…..yet again, Brother!

    I still have that very St. Francis Prayer personally hand-written out and tattered and posted, from when my Mom gave it to me many, many years ago!

    That has gotten me thru alotta shit in my life, man! If you only knew!…….

    Damn! ya know what?! Somehow I think you already do! :)

    Thanks Big Chris!

    Speak on, man.

    Yours In Inspiration,
    A.D. Christian
    “The Challenge Chopper!”

  5. Thx Chris, I began sobriety at age 24, Reading I was asking myself is this his story or not. When I got to the prayer from St Francis of Assisi I began to cry. Keep practicing.

  6. Another great, thought provoking post! I have had one profound “higher power” experience back in 2008 battling personal “mindset” demons. Was having the same nightmare for month’s and when I finally broke through it was intense the clarity I experienced after waking up and finally understanding what the struggle was about. I was away on a personal trip and as I sat up on my bed in the hotel room I all of a sudden felt this cleansing energy sweep the room. It was a very emotional moment that I can’t explain.

    Anyway, since then I have this one quote that I came across and I read it every morning. I even made a small poster of it beside my desk.

    “Devote yourself to an idea. Go make it happen. Struggle on it. OVERCOME your fears. SMILE. Don’t you forget: this is YOUR dream.”

    Another mentor of mine has said, “Let truth and strength guide you through these times. Believe me, you are going to come out further ahead than you ever imagined. Stay the course. Walk tall. Keep pushin. Keep your eyes future forward!”

    Thanks again for another great post.

    • Chris McCombs Chris McCombs says:

      Hey Rommel, sounds like an amazing experience you had… how cool is that, huh?

      Thanks for both those quotes, love em man

      keep on keepin on brother

  7. You will probably be offended by his vulgarity, and his truth is pretty darn itchy, too…but Chris McCombs plays his instrument from the heart, and no one can be mad at him for that. Love this man, and proud of him. His experiences solidify my worldview, and the experiences I have had with the Holy Spirit. Thank you Chris for your story, brother! Seek and you shall find. Knock and the door will be opened. Ask and it will be given unto you my brother.

  8. Post what you like and never let fear of what people will think of you hold you back. Your post has made me think. I’ve had experiences like that, but only when I was much much younger. It’s been decades since I’ve had one of “those” experiences. I’m wondering if I’ve been doing something wrong, on the wrong path. Hmmm….

    • Chris McCombs Chris McCombs says:

      Hey Tim, thanks for sharing man

      Yeah, I don’t have as many of them now as I’ve turned the corner, the we’re coming left and right once I started to head into the bend in the road

  9. Jenny Barron says:

    *spends the entire post nodding.. cocking head to the side, scrunching up the brows, chewing the bottom lip in thought… raising eyebrows in “Yep! Hmm”… left only to be able to say*

    Thanks. For the why’s of that thanks.. another time maybe.

  10. Chris,

    Thanks for sharing your experiences with us.
    Seems like you’ve been touched by the healing energy that lies in every soul of this planet. Your inner God tells you from time to time who you really are, and heals you every time, without any pills or other drugs. That’s the Energy that runs the show not only on this tiny planet, but in the entire Universe or whatever is up there.

    “Always believe that something wonderful is about to happen.”


  11. Keep fighting the good fight Chris. Thanks for sharing this story, this amazing experience. You are on the right path – keep moving forward.

  12. Shaun Brant says:

    Chris, thank you so much for sharing this intimate glimpse into your life and your experience with the Higher Power. I have never had anyone tell me about miraculous experiences like this, and it really blows me away!

    I am so happy to hear of the impact of Grace in your life and how it has made you such an amazing person. You really have boosted my faith and you are living proof that there is a Higher Power. I understand your frustrations with the dogma of modern religion, and I know that there is more to the story than they would have you believe in church. There are mysterious powers that exist, and all we can do is try our very best to live in such a way that we seek to honor the higher powers with our mortal vessel.

    I admire the bravery it takes to put up a post like this on your blog, and unfortunately Im sure there are some people who have not yet had experiences like this who will have a hard time relating to you. On the other hand though, anyone who has knowledge of the existence of higher powers will really connect with this post and you will really advance their faith and revitalize their belief in the All Mighty. You are doing God’s work with this post, and it is a beautiful thing.

    • Chris McCombs Chris McCombs says:

      Hey thanks Shaun, I appreciate your in-depth comment

      nothing against church personally, I have plenty of friends who go and I’m even known to go

      I just can’t stand when people tell you that they’re way is the only way

  13. Good post Chris

    Isn’t it funny that when we are born into this world we know nothing and at that time the older people (Adults) say baby’s are so innocent, loving, caring compassionate ect…. A we get older we learn and Know things, lose our innocence, compassion ect…. And when we get closer to death or die we forget what we know and regain our compassion, love, acceptance, peace but if we keep what we know we face death with fear as if it was something to conquer.

    What would change in our lives if we switched our thoughts of the present around to “Knowing” less which would in-turn “allow” more …….(thy will be done…not mine) Maybe like a vacation from work we take our 2 weeks and go someplace fun maybe with the family maybe not but a vacation is synonymous with fun. And instead have the experience of a “Human Vacation”….. on any vacation we live in the moment usually more than any other time in our lives as if time has stood still no past and no future, “knowing” nothing and “allowing” fun, compassion, love…… Like a child we return home

    Love reading about your journey Chris….please lose more of your audience ;-))

    Death is my friend I walk with him everyday, he reminds me I am alive when I know too much like you sir….”The Trial of Billy Jack”

    • Chris McCombs Chris McCombs says:

      Yes yes yes

      I could not agree with your comment more Tony


      “Death is my friend I walk with him everyday, he reminds me I am alive when I know too much like you sir….” – The Trial of Billy Jack”

      Is AWESOME

      Thanks for sharing Tony, a human vacation second we choose brother

  14. Cynthia Lofquist says:

    I love Billy Jack! Thanks for keeping it real Chris.

  15. This is what gets the attention of the hardest of the hard! People that have overcome or are dealing with what seems to be insurmountable odds and may or may not have reached the other side of Hell (or what we think as Hell). We have a Bodybuilding show called NPC Steelworld in Mobile, AL. We started putting a question on the entry form that asks “why are you competing in this show?” The answers blew us away. Over 20 competitors had beat cancer. 6 had lost over 100lbs. One kid had just reached his 13th birthday. He wrote “when I was 10yrs old I read a Flex magazine and wanted to be a bodybuilder. But I have a Club Foot and it faced backwards. So I told my Mom I wanted to be a bodybuilder and I want my foot turned around and toes made at the end of my foot. So I started the 17 surgeries it took to turn my foot forward and start to work on making it look like I had toes. On my 13th birthday this year I called Mr. Horn and asked if I could be in his competition. He said yes! So with my straighter foot I’m going to be what I want to be.” He competed in the Teen division. No matter how you word your Hell, your journey is respected. Words from people like you Chris and Johnathan, lets us know your hearts are huge! And your life lets us know were not living alone.

    • Chris McCombs Chris McCombs says:

      Hey Mike, wow man, that is so totally fucking awesome and inspired me so much, thanks for sharing Mike

      You are one big ripped dude btw

  16. Check, almost had to stop reading this. Its like i was reading something that i could have written. Radical physical awakening inspired by deep emotional moment, leading to occasional rushes of hot bliss. Thoughts answered in the strangest of ways every day. It definitely makes you realize how big IT is!!! Surrealism

    • Chris McCombs Chris McCombs says:

      Hey nobody…

      “Radical physical awakening inspired by deep emotional moment, leading to occasional rushes of hot bliss. Thoughts answered in the strangest of ways every day”

      YES YES YES, so awesome

  17. Chris – not sure why you thought this would put people off. Personally I don’t believe in God. From reading your blog, I think you are open and honest and I have no reason to doubt what you have written. I see no reason to say you didn’t or don’t have these experiences. They are real to you and if it is a higher power, then you are blessed. It takes a fair big set of balls to spill your guts the way you do. On the Internet forever. I’ve never met you and probably never will yet I look forward to what you have to say. And as a father of 2 young girls I find myself rooting for you every time you post on FB. Your blogs definitely resonate with so many people so stop worrying and keep writing.

    We love the blog.

    Keep kicking arse my man.

    Rise Above


    • Chris McCombs Chris McCombs says:

      Hey thanks Andy, super cool of you to write those encouraging words

      The Dad’s Club is the coolest Club in the World ain’t it

  18. Paul Marr says:

    Chris. These posts are absolutely incredible. Your ability to not only examine your life honestly but put yourself out there for the betterment of others is truly noble. We have not spoke in 30 years but what you write speaks to me now and I am blessed to have come in contact with you again. While not a religious person myself I attended my buddies Catholic church with him when he went on Sundays. One time at communion I accept the wafer in my mouth, chased it with wine and something amazing happened. I was completely 100% disconnected from my body in a way that is hard to explain. I simply was NOT there, consciously. I recall walking back to the pew in a sort of trance. I have never felt anything similar to this ever and am convinced the Greater power was with me. I was in 8th grade so I was to foolish to act on this but it has never, ever left me. The good book says “one man sharpens another” and perhaps there is a reason for our getting back in touch. I will use your words as inspiration and be comforted in the fact that someone is out there that I know, who has lived and lost and has the strength to get up and still fight and brings others with him. Thanks buddy.

    • Chris McCombs Chris McCombs says:

      Thanks Paul, so awesome to re-connect after all these years

      One man sharpens another … true that brother, true that

      Crazy that after all these years we meet again through the virtual world… wow

      I was stoked to get your message this morning Paul

  19. just plugged your blog w/ the latest post on mine, hope that’s cool?

    http://curiouscatalyst.blogspot.com.au/2013/05/feeling-fresh.html if you care to read… commenting on this particular post of yours ‘cuz i think there’s a good chance we’ve had similar experiences, prayerfully-speaking.

    cheers, keep writing!

    • Chris McCombs Chris McCombs says:

      Hey ryan, thanks for the plug, dig it

      “d. unless you are a kung-fu ninja-level master of self-growth and transpersonal development, ascension is totally and completely outside of your comfort zone. whatever your individual journey through this jungle looks like, i guarantee that there will be many moments of being terrified, of feeling like you don’t even know who you are anymore, of feeling like there’s nothing solid or dependable to count on. this is the necessary (and necessarily painful) dissolution of any fragments of identity which would inhibit the light of your soul from blazing forth.”

      right on man, good work, keep it up

  20. You and I have traveled some of the same paths. It’s almost scary. Reading your posts is like taking a look in the mirror. Thanks for sharing your experiences.

  21. I have had two somewhat similar experiences in my life. I am at best an Agnostic, but deeply spiritual. One came after a horrific car accident in my early 20s when I was hit head on by a drunk driver going over 100 MPH, and the other when, like you said, my back was against a wall. Whatever IT was, it filled me with warmth and reassurance. “The less I seek my Source for some definitive, the closer I am to fine”. -Indigo Girls

    • Chris McCombs Chris McCombs says:

      Hey Erin, glad you could relate

      yeah that back against the wall thing is biggy

      I hate when I’m there, but it’s where a lot of the miracles happen

  22. Alexander Sandoval says:

    This is an absolutely beautiful piece of writing. Thanks for putting so much out there on a regular basis. It’s great that you’re so willing and able, in the words of Alan Watts, to “Take a deep breath and tell us your deepest, darkest secret, so we can wipe our brow and know that we’re not alone.”

  23. I don’t have a hell of a lot of use for labels but they do help from time to time, if for no other reason than to focus communication a bit and get people on the same page (not necessarily agreeing, but just understanding each other). I label myself an agnostic atheist in that I don’t “believe” in a god but I admit that I have no idea – it’s just what I believe given the lack of hard scientific evidence. That said, I think that personal reflection, meditation, deep introspection, etc. are very important elements of human growth. I think that for many people this takes the form of prayer. Personally, I do not believe that there is conscious “being” that exists outside of our own mind/body and has an interest in the events of our lives. BUT there is so much we don’t know about our own biology (especially the brain), let alone the origin and nature of the universe, and that expanse begs to be labeled or it’s pretty much impossible to talk about. People will choose to call it God or The Creator or Mother Nature or Father Time, and it’s all good to me. We’re all talking about the same thing. Point is, we humans have to get down to that position of humility – of stripping away the bullshit, of living in a constant state of gratitude – in order to evolve into a totally peaceful, loving, awesome species. I believe it can be done, eventually. With maximum effort from thoughtful love warriors such as yourself, Chris. Thanks for sharing.

    • Chris McCombs Chris McCombs says:

      hey Adam

      very well said man

      funny man, I have no idea what’s behind it all, but whatever’s going on, it seems to know a fucking lot

      and yeah man, so much more going on then we know about

      man, we don’t know fucking 1% of 1% of 1%

      I like it like that (=

  24. Omnia Vincit Veritas brother.

  25. Thanks Chris, I was feeling all fucked up until I read your post. Good to know that I’m not the only crazy mofo out in this universe. Screw this! I need to create something. Cheers!

  26. Awesome post Chris

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