I "entered zen" in the back of a toyota celica gts while going 70mph through a torrential downpour

We left the bar and ran to the car.  My shirt, pants, and shoes were soaked through from running across the parking lot while being hammered by buckets of wind-blown rain.  I thought my buddy was ok to drive.  Everything was normal as we made the few turns to get to the road out of town.  After the final turn onto the straight seven-mile stretch of unlit road he accelerated and didn't stop until we were doing over 70. 

He masked the sound of the rain pounding the windshield by blasting shitty hip hop.  His sister in the front seat decided to smoke a cig and rolled the window down.  The physiological fear bubbled up in my guts and I started to feel sick.  The psychological fear joined in shortly after.  Me and the other guy in the back seat yelled at him to slow down, but he refused.  All of that changed the first time that he ran off the road. 

Manwhore doesn't care for Jed McKenna and by doesn't care for I mean he calls him "a faggot who doesn't get laid."  In my thinking whether or not he's a faggot who doesn't get laid doesn't matter.  The Enlightenment Trilogy is the most powerful set of books I've ever read.  The trilogy has had a greater influence over my thoughts than Tolle or anyone else ever will.  Jed answers all of the "big questions" clearly and decisively.  As a former spiritual seeker and compulsive thinker, I was so happy to finish the trilogy and know that there is nothing else to know. 

Now the third book, and why I am writing about these books in the first place in the middle of this story.  In the third book, Spiritual Warfare, Jed basically says, "Look you don't really want enlightenment but what you do want is what I have dubbed 'Human Adulthood' and here is how you get there."  He talks about "prayer," facing and accepting the reality of your death--"memento mori," and communication between a Human Adult and the rest of consciousness.  Jed tells you that communication in consciousness happens like waves happen in an ocean.  Part of the ocean can be scooped up in a bucket and taken somewhere else, but its still the ocean.  When you pour it back in, its back in the ocean.  I'm not being super clear here, but the relevant point is that we can tap into this oceanic communication (since we're already a part of consciousness aka the ocean) through stripping away the ego and becoming Human Adults. 

The first time he drifted off of the road onto the grass I was afraid that I was going to die.  He recovered and accelerated again immediately back up to 75mph.  It was at that exact moment that I sent out a "prayer" but more a question to the universe asking if I was going to die tonight.  The reply was a decisive "No."  I feel like an insane person typing this out, but I knew at the deepest level possible that I was safe in spite of being at the mercy of  a speeding drunk in a torrential downpour.  Complete calm came over me.  I have never been more present in my life than I was on the final stretch of road between where went off the road the first time and the second. 

I could feel the rain on my face coming in through the open passenger side window.  I could hear the shitty hip hop blasting over the car speakers.  I saw the sheets of rain in front of the car pounding the wind shield.  The physiological fear dissipated quickly as clarity came.  Communicating with the universe is magical.  To me it feels like being reunited with civilization after being stranded on an island alone for years--like being released from prison. 

The second time he went off the road its because he missed the turn off.  No fear registered in my mind as my body felt the seatbelt dig into my shoulder and the g-forces push me into the side of the car.  Once we were stopped in the grass I yelled at him, "Turn that fucking music off now!" and he did.  He backed out of grass and onto the road.  He drove the last part from the main road to the house at about 15mph.  LOL!