when i came to, God was sitting in a chair…………..handed me a drink of water and stared off in the air…………………………..he began humming and then He began to sing………….the same refrain over and over again……………

”come on up to the hill childern……………come on up to the hill…………..I will show you the way to the River…………….come on up to the hill”………………………

”Son you better come on up…………..this life you are leading is never going to amount to much…..but we can turn that around………….I love you and you have a good heart and a brick head………………..you know where I am when you are ready to do something different…………He grabbed my hand and helped me stand…………….He opened the window and walked out seemingly climbing unseen steps…………..i could hear him singing………”come on up to the hill children”…………………….

i awoke in a sweat and the window was open and i know it had been closed…………..because it was cold and snowing……………..i went to a meeting that night and have been sober ever since……”Come on up to the hill children”……………….

recanted by ”littlejon”……………………….