The God of the impossible

This chapter is Bairo's spiritual experience, told as he lived it. It is not advice, it is not a method, and it is not an invitation to anyone.

The congregation

At rock bottom, Bairo found a door he had not been looking for. In the Congregação Cristã no Brasil, he heard accounts, stories and testimonies from ordinary people who had crossed through the impossible.

Listening, he came to believe in the God of the impossible. Listening more, he came to trust in the God of love.

Faith, for him, took on a simple definition: trusting in something you cannot see.

The road inward

There is a second road in this story, and it is separate from the first. The congregation has nothing to do with it.

Bairo searched within himself for what he had lost. Following his own senses and his own intuition, he allowed himself, in his personal search, experiences with cannabis oil. He was not looking for treatment for any illness. He was looking for silence. He puts it this way:

"Cannabis oil was the bridge into myself."

For him, it was a form of introspection: to stop searching outside for what was missing inside, and to listen to what the noise of the fall would not let him hear.

At another point in that same search, Bairo took part in ayahuasca ceremonies, in a ritual setting. In Brazil, the religious use of ayahuasca is recognized, and it enters this story as a rite, not as consumption.

The plants, for him, were bridges. The crossing was his own, and what he brought back from the other side was not a substance. It was a decision.

What he saw

Bairo describes what he lived through in that search as a journey beyond time. He says he saw his best self.

A prosperous man. Not only in money: in peace. A man who trusted his God blindly, who lived in the presence of the God of creation, and in whom that God he loves dwelled, until the two became one.

For him, that is where everything begins.

Remembering the way

Bairo came out of that experience with an image and no map. He knew where he wanted to arrive. He didn't know how.

He didn't know how to code, or anything like it. So he did what the congregation had taught him. He asked. He asked for wisdom, understanding and courage to remember how to get there, to his best self.

Notice the verb. He did not ask to learn the way. He asked to remember it.

Because, for Bairo, he had already seen the end. All that was missing was to build the middle.

It is the same logic as the line that opens this story. The story goes that Walt saw it first. That is why the park was there.

This is a personal account. It is not a recommendation for use or health advice. Cannabis products for medical purposes in Brazil require a prescription and follow Anvisa rules.

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