In a sense, you are right, "I" did all the work, at least from my perspective. And yet, when I'm going to develop my story here, you may start to see
that maybe I did not do all the work.
Imagine a lab rat, trapped inside a huge maze, labyrinth, filled with obstacles and traps, rewards and snares.
I'm that rat. Maybe you are too. But anyway, here I am. Trying to understand the meaning of this all, running scared in all directions, bumping into
walls, triggering strange devices giving me electric shocks or sometimes, if lucky, a piece of cheese.
This place makes no sense. It depresses me. I start pondering the meaning of this all, and the more I think about it, the more depressed I am, because
it's just one big joke played on me by who knows to see how long I will survive in this madness. I tell myself I don't care anymore, and start to
wander aimlessly, secretly hoping that I will fall into a deadly trap to end this stupid game.
But it doesn't work as planned. Each time I come across one of these punishment devices, it's like it mysteriously stops working. The more I try to
end this, the less it works. Now I'm really pissed off! I'm forced to play this insane game and I can't even quit?
Once again, I fall into depression, and I stay where I am, apathetic and lost. I start to loose track of the time, of identity, I'm in a dark place. A
very grim one, and at the same time, it's not really frightening, it reminds me of my mother's womb. How long I stayed there? I don't know, I don't
And then, suddenly, lying on my back, I see something I did not before. A strange symbol designed on one of the walls of my prison. I don't understand
what it means, but it intrigues me. I start looking for other similar ones, and I find plenty. Where they even there before? Maybe, I'm not sure. But
what is certain is I only remember looking on the ground and in front of me before, but now I'm looking all around me.
Fast forward, many trials and errors later, I can now make sense of these symbols, they tell me where the cheese is, and where the traps are. They
even sometimes show me how to deactivate those traps, usually with the help of seemingly useless small objects someone left lying around these traps.
Who put these "tools" there? Who wrote these symbols? I don't know. But what I know is that my prison is now my playground. I'm entertained and I even
start dreaming that some symbols might eventually lead me to the exit of this place. One must have dreams to keep living I tell myself.
I still don't know if there's someone behind all this, but it's bigger than me and almost like designed specifically for me. Also there's still that
unexplained luck when all the traps stopped working when I wanted to end it all. Maybe it's my guardian angel, maybe it's that "Scientist" my older
brothers were talking about when we were still living together in the plastic box.
I don't know who built this place, this labyrinth, but it surely helped me learn new tricks. I feel more safe now, more equipped to face whatever next
Now this is all fiction of course, because I'm not a rat. But I think it captures a little what I'm trying to express regarding my approach into the
mystical experience. I did not asked for this. It was designed for me. At least I like to think of it that way. "But maybe it's just random events in
your life, and you trying to find pattern in it?" you might ask.
Maybe. Hopefully I have a basic knowledge of probabilities and statistics so I can tell what's likely from unlikely.
Littlewood's law states we can all experience one miracle (event with a probability of 1 over 1.000.000) every 35 days.
But what can my rational mind say when I start to experience one miracle every 35 minutes for three weeks?
It can say a few things:
- You are crazy. It's all in your head.
- Consider yourself lucky and shut the frack up. Stop overanalyzing everything.
- What you consider a "miracle" isn't one. You think it's unlikely because you think these events occur out of pure randomness, with no causal will
behind them. Maybe your picture of the situation is incorrect. Maybe there is a causal will behind these events, it's just you don't know yet what
As of today, my mind is still cycling through these three answers, basically, as "Science" can't prove one or the other. But all I can say is I'm not
the only one on Earth to have experienced this in a way or another. Actually, it's pretty common. And there are books about this. Serious books. From
educated minds. Even from scientists
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