A hand printed sign above it requested guest to press once upon arrival. There was no receptionist just a solitary buzzer on the wall that looked like a typical doorbell.
There were several chairs lined against the wall on either side of the room with a coffee table sporting several out of date magazines in the center. Athed’s Wellness Center about 15 minutes early for his appointment. He would have gladly paid double or triple if needed.Īfter a trip to the bank and the quick drive across town Aaron arrived at Dr. It was a decent amount but not his entire savings. Since this was an “unorthodox” treatment it was not covered by insurance and all same day appointments required cash.
Aaron was to bring $2,000 cash for his initial consultation. The voice was soothing and put him at ease. He called.Īn old but optimistic voice greeted him on the other end of the line. Only 1 hour to go, 30 more minutes, 5 more minutes. He watched the sun come up and make its first long shadows in his backyard.
#LITTLE RED PILL FREE#
He focused his entire existence in willing the time forward to 9:00AM when he could make the call that he hoped would free him from his prison. He watched the second hand lazily make its way around the dial on his kitchen clock. That night the clock moved at a snail’s pace. “Scared of dying?” “Not comfortable with faith?” “Can’t sleep or eat?” …and on and on. It was as if the ad was made just for him.
#LITTLE RED PILL TV#
One night while watching late night TV as was his habit when his death obsessed mind would not let him sleep he saw the infomercial. He had to find a way to extinguish these thoughts and try to live a normal life or it would surely drive him insane. So much so that he could not stand it for another day. This despair, over time, turned into fear and the fear, over time, turned into dread and the dread turned into uncontrollable terror. His given allotment of life was likely more than half over. And in his 45th year that “some point” was likely closer to today that today is to his birth. Deep in his mind he could not reconcile the fact that at some point he would cease to be. No afterlife meant at one point he would cease to exist. Somewhere around the time of Aaron’s atheistic revelation also came an overwhelming feeling of despair. He longed for the Holy Spirit to give him a sign, to wrap him in a warm glow and tell him everything is going to be just fine. He loathed his brain for not being able to look past the logic and just give into faith. Quite contrary, he would actually give anything to believe. God, to him, was above logic and without a logical reason to he could not bring himself to believe. He attempted to believe in God but his inquisitive mind never allowed him to fully give in to faith. He read the Bible and attended Mass with his family just like a good Catholic boy.
He was raised Catholic and went to Catholic school.
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