When I was 19, I camped out at a beach near Santa Cruz, California. There was a blue tide that night, where the incoming whitecaps weren’t white, but a glowing neon blue. The sea was full of dinoflagellates, microorganisms that glow blue. It was eerily beautiful, and walking on the wet sand caused a flurry of blue sparkles around each footstep.
I sat down and watched the incoming waves and was suddenly hit with a powerful mystical experience. My mind expanded, I felt a oneness with all of nature, and realized that there is no death. I never felt closer to God than I did at that moment.
I wish I could recapture the spirituality that I gleaned that night on the beach. I need it, as I feel that my connection with the Divine has been seriously eroded from many traumatic events in the years since. I pray but do not feel that I am heard.
