Traveling the Backward Path

I am a living Mandela Effect: my connection to my old self— my old beliefs and my connection to reality— has evaporated and changed. Each moment, I adjust to a new normal. I navigate a world of archetypes, symbols, and allusions that bubble up from some secret subconscious space, perhaps cultivated from a lifetime of reading books, watching movies, listening to songs, and teaching English. Then everything shifts. My subconscious hadn’t forgotten anything. Every moment exists— to be lived, relived, explored— in the Knowledge of Everything. And here’s the hard thing to explain: When you hear the voice of God— when it surfaces like a white whale and then pulls you under the waves— when you  think  you’ve heard the word of God… what comes next? When you play catch with Him in the mirrored hallway and forget, momentarily, who you are, you have no choice but to anchor into space and recognize yourself as a fragment from another time. What you once knew no longer makes sense. It’s al...