to be continued...

So it was in june of 2009 that I decided to seek out a priest, a rabbi, a minister, a monk, a yogi, a guru, and any other spiritual authority I could find in order to find my own place as a shepherd in this bizarre world of ours. Now, admittedly, it may seem strange that a man with a strong taste for drugs, women, and rigorous self-analysis would be called to the cloth. But God works in mysterious ways. I was ordained in February of 2008 by the illustrious and reputable Universal Life Church Monastery, but it was really an ordination without education, a certification with little substance beyond my own covenant with the Lord. At the time my brain was overloaded with it’s own natural chemicals, at levels above what would be termed “normal.” I was full of energy, full of spirit, full of inspiration, but unfortunately also still full of ego. I was experiencing what would medically be diagnosed as hypomania. I was not psychotic. I would find myself beyond the pleasantries of hypomania, in full fledged manic psychosis about a month later. That would be my first psychosis as an ordained minister, and appropriately it happened outside a church, as I had the revelations.