Enmos
Valued Senior Member
man, i couldn't have seen this coming in a million years. that's why it was so hard for me to deal with at first. i just simply don't have the imagination it would take to dream some trippy stuff like this up. there's no way.
i'm not trying to be vague. i'll tell you some specifics ok? it all started with a record. i had heard a song on the radio and liked it, and i thought "i'll have to check this band out". heard a second song off the same record on the radio and again, "wow, two great songs off the same record. gotta get it."
i was doing a bunch of traveling at the time and put it off. on my way down to panama city with some friends, the guy i was riding with had the cd in his car and we listened to it. i liked it alot and planned on buying it. didn't get around to it before i was off to italy with my mom and brother.
my brother's a guitar and bass teacher and during a layover on our way home, we were discussing music and my taste in music. he suggested that i get a particular record that a lot of his students were bringing in to learn riffs off of. it was the same record i was planning to get. so i'm like, "ok ok i'll get the record!" as if god was trying to tell me something.
i got the record and proceeded to play it over and over again to the point that it became embarrassing and a little weird. it seemed obsessive, but i was so intruiged by it. honestly, the man's lyrics reminded me so much of things that my friend who has been abducted (yes, by aliens) has told me about her experience. but something was different about this guy.
she was totally happy about what was happening to her. apparently it turns out to be some spiritually enlightening experience with beings of light who hold all the answers to the questions of the universe and she was basking in it. he, on the other hand, was not. to listen to him, it was evident that something had gone terribly wrong and he was suffering. he had been deceived, he was pissed off, miserable, and crying out to someone to help him.
that's when god told me to write him a letter. i found that request to be proposterous. i mean, what the hell was i going to say? "i listened to your record and think you've been abducted by aliens and god wants me to help you"?????? RIGHT. how i could help him i had no idea. so i put it off, and put it off, while i investigated this guy and his band.
turns out they have a quite intense following, and their fans are also fairly obsessed with trying to find out what this guy is singing about. the band even went so far as to make a short film, that was very obscure and symbolic, of what, there were theories all over the place, none confirmed. the fans would speculate on these things on the band's message board and when confronted, the lyricist would refuse to answer and reveal the meaning. he would though say that what he was singing about was his life.
so while i'm out there looking for some explanation of what i was hearing, it was released in the press that the lyricist/vocalist was ill. he had something wrong with his throat and had to cancel the remainder of their tour. then god told me to send him flowers. i hadn't even sent the damn letter yet, and i had no idea how in the hell i would send a rock star flowers. it's not like i could get his address. it just seemed like such an insane request.
so i'm driving to work one afternoon, and god says, "hobby lobby has silk flowers." and i was like, "oh my god, that's it! i can send silk flowers to the band's PO box!" so i went to hobby lobby. god was instructing me the whole time. told me which flowers to buy, what vase to buy. when i got home he told me what each type of flower was symbolic of, and how to arrange them.
so after the arrangement was made, i sat down to write a little "get well soon" note to go with them, and seven paragraphs of beautiful poetry came out of me. i've never ever written poetry or anything else even remotely creative in my life. i'm an accountant for god's sake. i was stunned. i was extremely excited. i knew i was not the author of what had just been written, i was simply the one holding the pen.
after i sent those off, god gave me an extremely weird, to the point of being disturbing, message. he told me that this lyricist was my childhood imaginery friend joey spagota. yes, i did have an imaginery friend as a child and that was the name that my dad and i came up with for him. i tried like hell to put this message out of my mind because it was so nonsensical, but i kept thinking about joey my little play mate, and as i did, another writing was formed.
it was while i was transcribing this writing, which was also to be a letter to the lyricist, that i observed physical manifestations of a spirit inhabiting my body and transcendental writing. it was also during this writing that i had my first interaction with two other spirits (one of whom i received a physical sensation from).
i was also instructed during the writing to put it down and go get my bible and read the book of revelations (which i hadn't touched in years). when i got to the story about the woman and the dragon, the spiritual interaction occured.
i felt a sensation like mild electricity on my upper arms. i became aware somehow that there were two beings standing in front of me. i asked, "______, is that you?" speaking to the lyricist that i had been writing to, assuming that since all this weird shit had to do with him...and as soon as i asked, the sensation on my arms intensified dramatically. the sensation when up my arms, my neck, and resided on my face. i felt like it was a spiritual kiss. it was over in 3 minutes. not like i timed it, but i got that from the guy's lyrics from a later record.
then i received a shitload of prophecy revelation that felt like a wind blowing through my mind.
it was when i was set to mail off the second letter that the stationary started morphing around on my coffee table all on it's own. i took it as a sign that i was not to mail the letter and so i did not.
ok, so that's a little bit of it.
Something is horribly wrong with you. I'm not kidding, see a professional.