by Michael Morgan
* photo courtesy of allposters.com
Then there was this one night at a dance club in Hollywood introducing a few “newbies” to some serious drugs. I dropped some too, and found myself spinning out of control.
This wasn’t who I was. I hated this false self. Every night before I turned off the light, I would flip through the book that sat eternally by my bedside, Science and Health. My favorite passage was this one:
“[The power of sin [is] diminishing, for the world feels the alterative effect of truth through every pore.” 1
It calmed me. It reminded me of something that deep down inside I knew, and so desperately wanted to share with the world.
This went on for months. And then one night I came home, ready to relive the nightmare routine, and before I could quietly squeak the door open, it burst open to reveal the tearful face of my mom. She’d caught me this time. And I had nowhere to hide.
She flipped on the light and demanded to see my eyes. Then she burst into sobs. I did, too. I just broke down, right there, so tired of running. And we sat on the floor holding each other.
That was the beginning of the end of the selfish illusion. It wasn’t the pain that woke me up. It wasn’t the terrible nightmares or insomnia. It was the broken image of pure selfishness I finally awoke to. And this is what changed me. No one wants to be selfish. No one wants to be destructive.
We all know our true birthright. It’s inherent in us. We are children of God: You, me, Katy Perry, everyone. We are pure and innocent and holy. Our spiritual being, our Christ-sensitivity, can never be drugged, never touched, and never tainted.
Just across the page from the passage I read over and over to myself was the truth that would finally wake me up: “Love is the liberator.” 2
It took a few years after that night on the floor with my mom, but I finally broke free of all the evil beliefs that I let keep me chained. I learned, for myself, that “the way to escape the misery of sin is to cease sinning.” 3 Now, as Katy Perry says, I’m wide awake, delivered from the lion’s den — and bowed humbly at the throne of Spirit awaiting further orders.
Drinking / Drugs
So I came across this song on the radio. A friend and I were just about to get out of the car. I heard the beginning synth and something stopped