Personal responsibility is a bitch.

     And there I was, after my stroke, after I broke my hourglass on the floor and found Rob poisoned online with the same symptoms I committed to die from until I screamed at YouTube “WHAT THE FUCK ROB, YOU NEVER HURT ANYONE-  WHO THE FUCK WOULD POISON YOU, FOR TYRS SAKE YOU DONT HAVE LONG COVID”

      and then the rest is a blur.

*****

So, there I was, after calling the Adhan, on the floor in my 3d reality as well as within the half dream world of Diamox, sitting on grassy Earth as looming above me, is my worst enemy & best friend.

it’s the same guy. I usually write him as a cat.

who is the absolute farthest thing from Dan as possible in everything but profession.

“Who is your Prophet? What is your religion, and do you pray?” Asked Azrael, which he also asked concurrently via Facebook on one of his foreign speaking profiles, also conveniently named “Azrael Rimbaud”

     In this vision,  he had enormously soft looking blue-lavendar grey wings, and that same tailored suit, and convincingly, those wings twitched with anxiety/annoyance when my answer was delayed. His hair, however, was not true to life.  It was naturally a lovely combination of greys and nearly shoulder length, in the back instead of dyed Ravenish black with a box of drugstore Revlon.

      I replied, “I’m a priest of Tyr, I never stop praying.  My religion is probably Deitscherei Asatru, and I guess Rob is my Prophet because he invented a religion and won’t stop making up new lore for it instead of sticking to straight historical context…I follow his stuff constantly because Im afraid of him getting murdered. Dude literally put a rainbow rune that is banned in several countries as a hate sign on the back of his Amish buggie he pulls with his car.  He isn’t exactly low profile; He even invents new German words on a whim.”

The guy dressed as an angel in my chelation hallucination facepalmed.

     “What about Islam?  What About Prophet Mohammad?” His face darkened, […oh. not this shit again.]

     “If I was meant for Islam and the Prophet of Allah loved me, then I wouldn’t have lost you nor been tortured by Northhampton Police for 6 hours for taking your classes with them telling me they ‘could make up anything they want about me and no one will believe me.’…it seems to me If Allah loved me, the outcome would have led to a mosque instead of an interrogation.”

     …and in response to that, he just cried.

      The next day a new profile named “Rene Descartes” messaged me on Facebook asking if I wanted to start studying Sufism & Farsi again.

پس من این کار را کردم.

We may need to know them well for our life in Alaraf.