My Sweet Lord

Hallelujah, Hare Krishna, Krishna Krishna

I was not exactly in my usual scene but tucked away in my friend's tiny flat in Camden, with an old vinyl spinning George Harrison's "My Sweet Lord." We took some magic mushrooms and they don't just trip you out, they rocket you into the stratosphere. I felt like I was having a one-on-one with the universe, and I was feeling closer to God than I've ever felt in any Sunday service.

"My Sweet Lord" isn't just music when you're in that state it's like a lighthouse through the waves of your own mind. The "Hare Krishna" bit isn't just chanting, it's like it syncs with your heartbeat or something. There I was sprawled out and feeling this overwhelming comfort, like being wrapped in the universe's own blanket. It's the comfort you hope for when thinking about death - not cold or lonely, but like you're coming back to something warm and something you know.

It's fascinating that when "My Sweet Lord" first came out, George Harrison was faced with accusations of blasphemy. Some people felt that merging Christian worship with Hindu mantras was crossing a line. But to me the song doesn’t feel blasphemous at all, it feels universally spiritual. It's as if Harrison was saying through his music that all paths lead to the same divine truth.

For me "My Sweet Lord" feels like it's about that move from this life to whatever's next. It's not just about the end it's about moving on in a way that says "I'm heading towards something good, something peaceful." When people pick this for their funeral, it's their way of telling everyone "I'm going to that place of ultimate comfort" and it helps everyone there, thinking about their own end or just life's big loop.

Here's what hit me in that moment, with George's voice and that soulful blissful guitar, you understand. You get why someone wants this as their last song. Because death isn't the end. It's just a change, but the music or what makes us us keeps playing. It's like the song is saying there's more out there, or in us, and it's all connected and divine in its own messy human way.

Playing "My Sweet Lord" at a funeral isn't just waving someone off it's more like "I'll see you in the light, in the love, in the warmth that we all came from and return to." And if that isn't the most beautiful send off, then I don't know what is.