I usually feign agnosticism just to be polite. The postings on “God as an imaginary friend for adults” are like that. God represented as your personal friend and advisor, however, is still a mere representation, and vulnerable to the old “are you talking with God or the Devil?” objection.
A person I met a few years ago, with a background in the Brazilian UDV (União de Vegetal, a Christian sect that uses psychedelic tea in its religious practice) encouraged me to be more open about my own experiences with religion and psychedelic drugs. I declined. Trip reports tend to be banal. Mine in particular bore me. Imagination seems to be the difficulty. Images are not the thing itself, and tend to be peculiar to the person who describes them, which in my case means boring, and in the case of others... well, take for example the
Ecstasy of St. Teresa of Avila, sculpted so memorably by Bernini:

The angel seems to be laughing. I think that's Bernini's joke on the saint, a wink at this tale of angelic penetration told by a sex-starved nun. On the other hand, the context provided by the sculptor, the radiant light from above, the “witnesses” to the vision and so forth, tell us Bernini thought that there was more to this than an erotic dream.
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