I’m not religious at all. But ya, seeing this stuff certainly does evoke some religious ideas.
The creator. It’s creating the universe. Basically a big sun-jewel that emits “poetry energy”. No intelligence tho. No personality. Just a big shining thing. No judgment or judgy vibes.
And the land of the dead. Underground. Stone buildings. Lit by colored lamps. Eternal low-key party. Chill music. Spacey people hanging out, talking about their former lives and stuff. Occasional (nonconfrontational) demon (a tall gangly person with arms and legs all poking out in weird directions, swiftly staggering along on its demonly business).
I have a theory about why there’s a “land of the dead” (because why would a dead person have a body?). I think I (my “soul”) carries around a translator with it. That translates any experience into “time, space, things, people, light, dark etc”. A universal human-style-experience metaphorizer.
I think that maybe due to the huge number of idiots deactivating their sense of proprioception and then talking about how “they were one with the universe” and thinking that has mystical significance. It’s tiresome.
I didn’t realize that you were so traumatized (by that huge number of idiots) as to make simple conversation impossible. I’ll tread more lightly in the future.