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The Lord's Prayer Ritual

  The vastness of space. The unexplored depths of the ocean. So hostile, so cold, and so dark are these places; yet, such wonders they hold. Countless new discoveries are waiting to shock, surprise and jar our understanding of the world we live in and test the limits of our imagination and to satiate our appetites for knowledge. Instead, we preoccupy ourselves with the afterlife. We obsess over what happens to us when we die. We ponder where we go once we take our last breath. Is there something more after death? Does the soul merely abandon the constraints of the flesh, with all cherished memories and experiences of life still intact or do we simply blink out of existence? Then there is the most profound question to reflect upon: "Am I going to heaven or hell?"

Tell me, Child of Eden. Are you one who has lived a life of sin and committed transgressions in such number that it blemishes your soul? Do you question the very possibility of forgiveness even if you were to repent with all your might?

Have you come to the realization that the deity you worship did not come to be from divine intervention, but simply from whatever doctrine that so happens to be dominant in the land of your birth? Consider this: If you had been born across the sea, would you not be praying to another god? How confident are you that you are praying to the right god? Is your confidence greater than those who pray to a rival god? Is the magnitude of your faith any different from them?

What if you have lived a good life, yet never swore allegiance to one god or another? Is that sufficient justification for a loving god to damn your soul to an eternity of torment as some doctrines teach?

How deeply do these mysteries vex your waking mind? How deeply do you long for these answers? Do such questions eat away at the gray matter of your brain? Do they suckle upon the anxieties and fears that tickle the back of your throat? Well, worry not. You are in good hands and good company, for such inquiries are well known to me.

Come closer, lad. I wish to whisper a secret to you. Are you willing to brave and travel upon the strange and unfamiliar waters for such revelation? What you seek can be found. The answers you desire can be yours. All can be revealed to you—if you are willing to risk all.

What say you? Does a fire still burn in your heart to know, with assurance, if a heavenly reward awaits you in the afterlife or an eternity of fire and brimstone?

Yes?

Good.

It begins with water. Water is the medium which your mind will use to enter the hidden realm and give you an audience before the one you seek. Such a wondrous thing water is; it exists as liquid and hardens to ice. It falls from the sky and floats on the currents of the air. It gently soothes the burns received from the sun's fiery kiss and is powerful enough to carve canyons through the rocks of the mightiest mountains. Such a wondrous thing this water is.

Begin by drawing yourself a bath at a temperature you find soothing and relaxing. To ease your transition into the other realm, baptize the water with the following items:

♦ The essence of rose hip cultivated from the first bulbs of spring.

♦ Sea salt from waves that crash under a new moon's shadow.

♦ Petals from the fragile sun opener flower, wilted and fermented under the rays of the sun for one full rotation.

♦ Stems and leaves of the blue lotus flower, ground and infused with virgin oil blessed by a holy man of any doctrine or belief.

Now, in the days of old many concoctions and elixirs were used of questionable quality and effectiveness, all with unpredictable and undesirable results. To pass through the portal, you must alter your mind. You must dull and sedate your senses. Sadly, most of these potions brewed by the incompetent and unskilled ended with another outcome—a body, dead and submerged under water. Well, look on the bright side...at least the water had a pleasant aroma to it. Who could ask for a better grave?