This woman experienced mystical and poetic Blake light energies for months after her near death experience:
And this woman says love is what life’s about:
I’m listening. If God exists, S(he) is the groovy hippie ground of being in love with gratuitous superfluity and the varieties of four dimensional poetry. (That is, us and our world; or as Blake puts it, God is “in love with the productions of time.”) How do I know? I feel it. Is that always the wrong way to say that you know something? Kant rejected, based on feeling, a theodicy argument regarding suffering when he learned that it would result in the death of a little girl. His retort: “My heart rejects it.” Is that ever the right answer—to listen with your heart?