Burning Man, part 12

On my way to a swim­ming pool 

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had told me about at 2 and Inter­tidal, I saw that the queue for the ”Talk to God” phone box was quite short. I picked up the phone.

”Hi God.”

”Hi. Before we start,” said the voice, ”This is my male incarn­a­tion. As you know, I am male, female and all else, so if you’d prefer me to appear to you in some other incarnation?”

”No, thank you. As I plan to ask about a mas­cu­line person, your mas­cu­line per­sona is fine. I just wanted to check in with my part­ner. He’s been having a hard time of it recently and he’s camp­ing some­where in the Santa Cruz moun­tains on his own, rechar­ging and doing exactly what he needs to do and I’m here with 40,000 strangers, rechar­ging and doing exactly what I need to do, but I just want to know he’s okay.”

”Close your eyes, let’s do this together. Breathe in deeply. Remem­ber that you are my divine child and that your part­ner is my divine child and so long as you breathe and know this you are always con­nec­ted to each other through me.”

He went on for a while. I was crying. I knew he was some guy at some camp with a wire between us, but he was speak­ing a truth in some way, some­thing I believe at least about all of us as humans being connected.

”Thank you,” I said. ”I love you.”

”And I love you. More than you could pos­sibly know.”

I hung up the phone.