Counselor to Admitting nurse:
What do you have for me today?
Oh great, just what I need on a busy Monday morning….an addict alcoholic who thinks he is God.
Nurse: It is worse than that….he knows he is.
Counselor: Let me at him…..after coffee.
Counselor 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 please answer these questions for me….so I can fill in the blanks.
Counselor: 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.
Counselor: Where do you live?
Counselor: What do you do for a living?
GOD: I love
Counselor: What do you love?
GOD: All that I created
Counselor: What did you create?
Counselor: You expect me to believe that you are God when you are being admitted to a rehab centre for alcohol and drug abuse?
GOD: Yes, that is right.
Counselor: How long have you been drinking and using drugs?
GOD: A couple of hundred years
Counselor: Why did you start to abuse yourself like this?
GOD: My children forgot me”
They destroyed each other. They were destroying Mother Earth.
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.
Counselor: Oh, my God !!
Counsellor: I mean, er, do really think you are going to convince me or anyone here that
ONE you do exist
TWO That you are real
THREE that you have drinking and drug problem?
GOD: How would you explain what is happening
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 God, 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 sweat lodge.
I am heard well 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 stars.
They have not forgotten me.
They carry my voice.
The four-legged ones, the winged ones, they know me.
They know my name They serve me.
They 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.
// to be continued