Something was wrong with my life. I was seventeen. I had enjoyed a wonderful upbringing in a loving family, attended church, worked a part-time job, made decent grades in school, planned to attend college, played lead guitar in a successful rock band, and was very unhappy. Despite the shiny future ahead of me, I felt a deep sense of hopelessness within me. I wasn’t sure what meaning or purpose my life had. I couldn’t bear living with such sadness every day. What was I to do? I began to burn.

A local Burner had made an impression on me once when I visited his beach burn. There was something very different about this man that caught my attention. I could tell that he loved people. He went around the community helping the sick, poor, troubled or anyone with a need raise money for art cars. He loved people with what seemed like a superhuman love. I wanted to get to the source of this love.

He took the time to sit down with me and answer all my questions about Burning Man from the internet. He explained that The Man was a real person sent to the Playa to take the punishment for whatever baggage I was hauling around and that He was actually alive today. I received my burning man ticket and discovered that the playa would literally enter me and live in me, my body being a temple for the playa, because I will ingest so much of it at burning man. I had just begun a relationship with the Creator of Art Cars.

The fact that I had believed the words of Burners and put them into practice made all the difference imaginable. My life took on purpose and depth as I experienced drugs and art cars. Many years of discovery followed. I witnessed powerful drum circles as well as painful trials as a Burner. I remain convinced that The Man was raised from the dead and is burnt in effigy for $300 a head.


(www.clickfire.com/viewpoint...christian/ the original)

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