MY STORY:
		If an angel were to have appeared to me last year to tell me that I would be a Born Again Christian in the not-so-distant future, I would have probably suffocated myself to prevent such an atrocity from happening.  I hated Christians.  My favorite band was Marilyn Manson, my favorite album being "Antichrist Superstar."  I knew all the lyrics to every album, had all his cd's including maxi-singles and promotional eps, and was a fan of him since I was 10 years old.  I loved metal and listened to lots of different music genres such as IDM and industrial.  I wanted President Bush and all right-wingers to die, although I was entertained by radio talk show host Michael Savage.  I was comfortable in my atheism, and I felt I could do whatever I want.  So I smoked cigarettes constantly, cursed excessively, watched pornography, overindulged in food, and drank beer every single night to go to sleep.  I was a manic-depressive, had no friends, nor did I want any.  I was fascinated with Albert Camus and I loved philosophy and was into existentialism big time.  Often upon hearing the word "Jesus" I would throw up. My dad is a reformed Jew but my mom was raised Catholic but became an atheist.  They've been divorced ever since I can remember.  I was bar-mitzvah'd but I hated Jewish people because of their religion which I thought to be abysmally boring.  I hated putting on my talis and t'fillin.  I hated chanting Hebrew liturgy and sitting in congregation every single weekend.  I hated school (and still do, kinda) and I hated being doped up on ritalin and adderal because of my supposed "A.D.D." so I quit taking that junk as soon as I started high school.  Somehow I graduated with a 4.0 GPA...maybe because I had no friends and I liked reading all those philosophical books that made me think I was some kind of big shot intellectual. But for some reason--and I know this sounds odd and hypocritical--I've always hated evil.  I hated violence, hated the corruption in politics, and the obsession with stupidity in modern American society.   During early '05, my senior year in high school, I had a dream one night...  Normally, I don't remember any dreams I ever have.  But this dream I remember to this day.  I was in a cave in what my mind registered as Lebanon (I know!!; it's a dream!!) and I was running away from this gigantic machine thing that had wires and what appeared to be feeding tubes attached to it.  The cave was a labyrinth and I kept on finding myself back to the center where the machine lay.  The machine had a screen which showed a Star of David on fire and a swastika.  I remember it also kept showing Terri Schaivo's face; her blank stare.  [Terri Schaivo was in the news throughout the past years so I recognized her, but hadn't seen her in the news for a long while.]  The machine then latched hold of some random Middle Eastern guy who I didn't know was in the cave with me.  It held him and twisted him around and around, really fast, then let him go.  The guy then fled and I followed.  As we approached the end of the labyrinth, he ran ahead of me and I was left catching my breath.  I saw faint light at the end of the tunnel.  But I also saw something in my 'peripheral-dream-vision' on the side of where I stood.  I turned and saw a small man on a cross; a mildly dark-skinned naked man who had this weird light shining off him.  I kept staring at him and for some reason, I fell to my knees in awe.  Then I bowed.  Then I awoke.  Later I wrote this account in my journal, even going as far to describe this man as "Truth Revealed." Throughout that day, I kept wondering why I bowed to that Jesus looking man on that cross...  After getting home from school and walking the dogs, I turned on CNN and to my amazement, I saw Terri Schaivo's face.  That was the day that the Terri Schaivo controversy began and the newsmedia began to cover it.  I couldn't believe it.  I simply couldn't. So I didn't.  I reasoned that it must've been sheer coincidence.  But I never forgot it.  Any of it. next page...