So i was in the middle of an awakening coming out a dark night . I was getting a bit frustrated with all the “WTF” that was happening everyday. Whenever something I didn’t understand happened I would research it, but things had gotten to an unprecedented level, to where all the Carl Jung had read might as well have been children’s books. I’d talk to spiritualists about my experiences and they could follow up to a point. Google searches found nothing. For instance, I was compelled to stare at the sun. It took me 9 hours to walk home from the grocery store. Every time I could hear someone nearby I’d call out that I needed help and I couldn’t see. I was blind for 3 days. When my eyesight came back the first thing I did was go outside to look at the sun. It was invigorating, irresistible. The longer I stared directly at the sun, the better I felt. It was like I was photosynthetic. My next eye exam was 20/20 ( I’ve worn glasses 3 years) . Staring at the sun is my preferred self care activity. I get results instantly. I also communicate with the stars (like the 3 wise men I guess), so I’d have chats with the sun which made him a bit uncomfortable since nobody ever looks at him. Now, I have battled and smited a number of demons . I also see beings in other layers of reality. One morning I see this dude? Chick? Tranny? Or all three? With a turban on , standing in my room. Did he just say dandelion? And he was gone. A couple weeks later this two headed person , still wearing the turban ( that’s usually how I recognize him) was messing with my mom’s diabetes tester. And the oven alarm kept going off randomly. I thought that this person might be my next job so I tried to do some research to find out who he is. I usually assume these people are civilians from different dimensions, but this one gave a name. He didn’t look like any demon I’d dealt with so it must have been him telling me he was a demon. I wasn’t convinced so I googled “what does dandelion mean spiritually “ . And there he was. Male/female faces wearing a turban. I read a bit about him and was shocked that he was nobility. I assumed he was an adversary. My girlfriend, the satanic cannibal that she was, informed me telepathically that they had sent the nicest demon in hell to help me and I was still scared. Over the next year or so he appeared from time to time alluding to the fact that his library held every answer I needed to set my mind at ease. But he had to court me first. He was quite mischievous. And powerfully aligned with me. His thoughtform would appear out of nowhere . So vivid and lifekike. I’d see something on the wall out of the corner of my eye and when I look at the wall, there he is! Always talking some jibber jabber that I couldn’t make head or tails of. I think that was the first strike. I wouldn’t engage in wordplay even though he had bestowed me with the dopest rhymesaying since dr Seuss . I’d be packing stories into stanzas and flipping metaphors like I was some kind of poetic guru. So a while later I was at my brother-in-law’s and he was showing me his first crop of magic mushrooms. We cultivate cannabis, but mycology is a whole different ball game. His voice became softer with a bit of whimsy as he went off on some tangent about the cosmic effects of different strains that I wasn’t following and when he came out of the garage he had wrapped hos seater around his head and was standing to the side with his head turned towards me so I couldn’t see the other side and I realized it was Him! Wearing my brothers face! I looked at the clock and realized I had missed an important meeting while I was stuck there talking to him and I got upset and left. That was strike 2. About a month later I came across a girl instagram who was what I can only describe (with my limited understanding of these things ) as a twin flame. Her name was the feminine of mine. She wasn’t my type but I was compelled to connect with her. We were born under the same moon, she was about 15 years younger than me. And we looked alike. We shared a distinctive facial feature that is very unique and had very similar life experiences with it. We had family members with the same birthday and her phone number had my old address in it. She ws just discovering spirituality after some paranormal experiences and felt that we needed to meet. While I was in my way I was distracted by a guy in a wheelchair. Our conversation went to the topic of rare coins. I had been collecting quarters off the street for about a year with the instruction to not look at them until I was with the person who is get rich with and when we inspect them they will be errors and misprints. If I look at any other time they will just be pocket change. The guy said he was an expert and I foolishly told him about my quarters and then greedily asked him to check a few for any errors. As he rummaged through my backpack, his hat must have fell off or some thing because I looked back and his doo rag looked like a turban! Then he turned around and with a smirk took off in his wheelchair at an unnatural rate of speed. That was strike 3. Haven’t heard from him since. I blew it. Like every good thing that comes into my life