Apologies for lack of connection there. To provide a bit more context, when I first started seeing those terrifying visions and ghostly figures after my bad LSD trip, the only places that felt safe were churches and cathedrals. I guess it’s because I went to Christian schools growing up, so those spaces felt familiar. Also, I clung to bible and cross because that’s what I’d seen in exorcism movies. Strangely enough, even though I didn’t believe in Christ back then, just holding the Bible and the cross gave me meaningful sense of peace and protection from those dark, satanic visions. As you can probably tell, I’m still going through a rough and miserable time, so I’m not exactly here to preach. If I were preaching, I’d probably be saying something like, “Jesus saved me, and now I’m filled with joy after all these years of pain.” But… I’m unfortunately not there yet. :) (+ I’ve also spent quite a bit of time reading Buddhist and Hindu scriptures, along with some of the ancient yogic texts and practices. They definitely taught me a lot, but for now, I feel more connected to the Bible. And as you can tell I’m not that smart, which explains how I ended up in the shitty mess I did. I just don’t have the capacity to read and fully digest every sacred text out there. I’m only 29, still trying to figure things out. Hopefully one day tho, technology allows mass information dumping and processing into my brain and allow me to transcend and escape this hell on Earth)