The reason for writing this is that I might have encountered God in a dormitory during my student years in 1989. She was one of the students living there, an overbearing figure who dominated the group. My life until then had been a bit of a struggle, not that bad, but still the dormitory seemed like a paradise to me. She soon began to make my life miserable, forcing me to leave the dormitory. Her excuse was that I didn’t fit in the group, was rude and didn’t show my feelings. There was something off about Her, undefinable at the time. She connected with me like no one else ever had. She also seemed not to care about what would happen to me, as if I were nothing. A student from another dormitory who was in a similar position had committed suicide around the same time.

I didn’t fit into Her little Paradise. I was barely aware of the consequences of my actions. Something was wrong with me, so it wasn’t hard to make me feel at fault. I was a simple rural guy with little life experience, and unfit for a place like that where people discussed art, literature, and feelings. Afterwards, I had fallen in love with Her, which made me feel even more miserable. I consoled myself thinking that it was better to live as a free man in hell than as a slave in paradise, but that wasn’t true. It turned out to be a life-changing event. My aim became to be as wise as a serpent and as harmless as a dove. Even though I couldn’t help myself, I felt there were no excuses for doing wrong.

Since then, I have never seen her again, found a wife, and had a son. Over the years, a few strange events transpired, reminding me of Her. Nineteen years later, in 2008, I had a psychosis, in which She appeared to make telepathic contact and had a message for me: ‘I am Eve, and you are Adam, and together we will recreate Paradise.’ That suggested that She has a romantic interest in me, making me figure that Jesus had something similar with Mary Magdalene. She had made him believe that Adam was Eve’s son. And suddenly, it all made sense: God being love, Jesus being the bridegroom, and believing himself to be the Son of God. Yet, I didn’t want to be mistaken, because messiah claimants are mostly delusional, so I checked whether it could be true. Whether it is true, time will tell.

In the years that followed, She didn’t come for me, so I continued with my life, while trying to figure out what to do if it were serious. I once emailed Her, asking Her whether She had something to do with these events and if She was God. She denied. Whatever the truth may be, my discovery seemed significant, making me proceed with this research. This world seems a joke. If I am the messiah, I am just an actor in this play. You might save yourself with my guidance, but only if that is the story’s plot. The better my preparation, the fewer errors I might make, heightening the chance of success.

Paradise will be what God desires, not what we want. In Eden, Eve and Adam lived simple lives in harmony with nature. Our lives in the New Eden will be reminiscent of that. You either fit in, or you don’t. Jesus already said that there is only a place for sheep in God’s kingdom. You can either be a slave in paradise or be free in hell. That is because humans are a failed species. That could become the New Religion for those who embrace these tidings about what God might have in store for us. It probably is not that great. So, before you get carried away by the idea of entering God’s kingdom, picture life in Eden. The Talking Heads already did,

Here we stand
Like an Adam and an Eve
Waterfalls
The Garden of Eden
Two fools in love
…
There was a shopping mall
Now it’s all covered with flowers
…
If this is paradise
I wish I had a lawnmower
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We used to microwave
Now we just eat nuts and berries
You got it, you got it
…
Don’t leave me stranded here
I can’t get used to this lifestyle

Talking Heads, (Nothing but) Flowers

Latest update: 1 October 2026

Featured image: The First Kiss of Adam and Eve. Salvador Viniegra (1891). Public Domain.