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Mystical Experience: Flesh Dissolves Alone of my mystical experiences, this is the most difficult to describe.   I read other mystics arrogantly explaining some experiences as too mystical for them to bother describing, this is near that area.   It happened when my hand touched the hand of a man I was madly in love with, when I was twenty years old.  I had not been doing drugs, but he smoked marijuana as we were all so young, and lived in rural British Columbia.  The marijuana was buried in the many acres behind our farmhouse, in a plot of blueberry bushes.   We were resting after making love, we planned to be in love for the rest of eternity. Our hands intertwined, and my hand became his hand, our skin dissolved, and when he moved his fingers, there was no skin between the energy in our hands, his hands moved as though they were my own hands.   Yet it is the metaphor here that is deceptive.  I know poets allways talk like this, and that is not it. I could think in my mind, it is as though our hands are as one person's.   If you asked me as a scientist or lawyer, did you really think that your hands were both as one?   For that minute in time, there was no barrier of skin. The part of my mind that perceives knew no comparisons, no metaphors.   We were as one.   But there was God or soul or spirit there as well, it was the love we had, and what came to us through the love.

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