Counsellor to Admitting nurse: What do you have for me today?
Nurse: Classic case of delusions of grandeur. This one calls himself God.
Counsellor Oh great, just what I need on a busy Monday morning….an addict alcholic who thinks he is God.
Nurse: It is worse than that….he knows he is.
Counsellor: Let me at him…..after coffee.
Counsellor to well groomed man in blue jeans and bush/bike attire.
C: Well there certainly isn’t much information on your file here. Would you pleasew answer these questions for me….so I can fill in the blanks.
GOD: Certainly
Counsellor: What is your real name. Would you spell it for me please?
GOD: God. G O D
You can call me GEE you know like in Gee Whiz or GOD.
Counsellor: Where do you live
GOD: Everywhere
Counsellor: What do you do for a living
GOD: I love
Counsellor: What do you love
GOD: All that I created
Counsellor: Everything
Counsellor: You expect me to believe that you are God when you are being admitted to a rehab centre for alchol and drug abuse.
GOD: Yes that is right.
Counsellor: How long have you been drinking and using drugs
GOD: A couple of hundred years
Counsellor: Why did you start to abuse yourself like thisÉ
GOD: My children forgot me” They destroyed each other. They were destroying MOther Earth and since I could not help them find me…I thought I would come to where they are really searching for me. In order to fit in I drank and I used drugs but it did not work for me anymore and my universe was becoming unmanageable.
Counsellor: Oh, my God
GOD: Yes
Counsellor: I mean, er, do really think you are going to convince me or anyone here that ONE you do exist TWO YOU ARE REAL
THREE that you have drinking and drug problem.
GOD: How would you explain what is happpening on the streets today if God were as you say alive, well and real I am alive. I am real. But I am not well.
Counsellor: How are you not well
GOD: I am lonely, depressed and tired of being not listed to.
Counsellor: What, do you mean, you actually talk to people when you are being Rod, er, when you are yourself
GOD: Yes, I talk in thunder, in the voice of your friends. I am heard in the silence of the sweatlodge and in the heart beat of the drum. My voice is best heard in the way your beloved speaks your name.
Counsellor: Do you have any friends or family we can contact in case of an emergency
GOD: Yes, the animals….the plants…..the rocks and starts. They have not forgetten me. They carry my voice. The four legged ones, the winged ones, they know me They know my name THey serve me The tried to teach my children but since it was not on a cell phone, the internet or on their PDA or ipod no one paid attention.
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Today I stand alone.