I had a dream a few days ago {editors note: around the middle of January} when I woke up in a cold sweat and panting for my life. When I relaxed and tried to process what I went through. It was a spiritual attack upon myself. Now at this point. I've made it clear in my previous book. I don't believe what people believe to be spirits/demons/angels 100% true. But this was about as real as I think it gets. And without providing too much detail. They attacked, I spoke nonchalantly, and repelled- and dispelled them- oddly enthusiastically I might add. I was like deadpool, but in spirit. I don't question how I go about it. Its cocky and laughable at best. But it works. And I go about my day as if nothing even happened. And my chest is cleared. But I won't lie. It puts fear in me to wake up like that. I fear that one day I'll bite more than I can chew- I might not wake up at all.
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Compass (2018)
Random"Fate, is nothing other than the allowance, and passing, of your present circumstantial reality to dictate all potential future outcomes." - Me, myself and I.
