How the Real Eucharist Got Replaced by a Placebo
The story of the psychedelic beginnings of Christianity — reviewing The Immortality Key by Brian C. Muraresku
I was about seven years old when my (grand)parents made me go to a Christian afternoon class. It was fine at the time, the nun was nice, and most of the time, she was just retelling the stories from the Bible.
At eight, we had our first communion. The preparations took months (it was a big deal). Us boys got their first formal dress, tailored to the size, and the girls all looked like little angels in white dresses. The mass was spectacular with unique festive decorations and our families in the back seats. We’d go to a feast afterward and get presents too.
The first few times this ritual felt special, we were finally members of the club. But after the novelty wore off, I started to question what was going on. What thoughts should I think while the flour dissolves in my mouth?
I had no idea.
The communion was advertised as something life-changing and profound, yet I failed to feel anything.
“Am I doing this right? What am I supposed to feel now?” But no answers came.
