I moved to my apartment, alone, in a new city. I didn't meet the first people below me enough to make much acquaintance. But I met Book- a guy I bought weed off of, who lived next to the apartment below mine.
Then some time later a guy and a girl moved in below, and I eventually met the guy. Clayton. We become acquainted and hung out occasionally. His full name was Michael Clayton Mitchell. Mitchell is a form of Michael.
Had a dog named Apollo.
He had a son while they lived under me... Payton. I think. Perhaps Michael Payton.
I forget his wife's name... Or girlfriend's. I rarely met her. Maybe Ruthie.
I recall hearing Apollo barking and his name being yelled by Clayton, perhaps before we met. Clayton is a musician, and manages a music store.
In my next apartment, I lived above a guy who played in a band called The Michaels, but I can't seem to remember his name.
Next, a Hispanic fellow moved in and played music loudly at all hours, having parties late, pissing me off... But once while tripping, and having somewhat of an adverse reaction to some 25D-NBOMe that I dosed recklessly, I feel the music may have saved my life, as I laid naked on my floor, sweating, heart feeling like it was off the handle, I was desperate for something to hold onto that was good and vibrant and alive, and still going. Still going. Something. So this changed my view.
Next, a guy named Tom moved in below. He works at an air conditioning company. Mobile serviceman/mechanic for the one with the catchy tune- "Always on time...".
Growing up, my sister's closest friend in physical distance was Michelle. Mine was Michael. My brother didn't really have close friends. He was a big kid and I think he was distanced. He had friends who lived near, but none were real close friends. When I think of my brother and his friends, though, I usually think of them camping in the field where Mikes house was later built.
This Mike's house was where we built a bonfire that went up about 30-40 feet into the air. His house I also did an experiment with him where he looked through the Bible and pointed to a verse, and I closed my eyes and saw it. This only worked the once I remember trying it, and I chalk it up to us being obsessed with Revelation (not that I have ever read it in detail, much of any of the Bible, or any book)... But it was 9:17. Revelations. I guess it did begin with "The riders in my vision" and I had "Had a vision" of soldiers, the tops of them, with armor, red. the sky was on fire, yellow on horizon, to red to black. I guess they could have been riding what else was referred to in the vision in the passage... But I didn't connect anything. Perhaps I didn't stay in long enough. I was just playing along, in ways... But now again, I wonder.
Then at this same time, we were like "whoa", and I almost began to cry. He said I was a prophet. I wanted to believe I was. But at the same time I thought that I was faking everything, in ways. I don't know. I tend to lie. I was a kid. I wanted attention. But I honestly don't know if I was lying. I want to say isn't Revelation all fire and brimstone? But it's not... Now that I see it there were a few key sames that were enough, really.
And I was about to cry, and I saw what seemed to be the area around his house, and we were inside of it, and there were angels spread out on every side facing in to us. I saw this when I attempted to go back into the vision state. I felt knocked back as I saw it, somewhat disoriented in my body. Knocked forward or back, but I caught myself, though Mike wasn't far away.
He encouraged this view, that I had seen something beyond. He believed, and so did his parents, or they at least allowed it. They were baptists.
Then some time later a guy and a girl moved in below, and I eventually met the guy. Clayton. We become acquainted and hung out occasionally. His full name was Michael Clayton Mitchell. Mitchell is a form of Michael.
Had a dog named Apollo.
He had a son while they lived under me... Payton. I think. Perhaps Michael Payton.
I forget his wife's name... Or girlfriend's. I rarely met her. Maybe Ruthie.
I recall hearing Apollo barking and his name being yelled by Clayton, perhaps before we met. Clayton is a musician, and manages a music store.
In my next apartment, I lived above a guy who played in a band called The Michaels, but I can't seem to remember his name.
Next, a Hispanic fellow moved in and played music loudly at all hours, having parties late, pissing me off... But once while tripping, and having somewhat of an adverse reaction to some 25D-NBOMe that I dosed recklessly, I feel the music may have saved my life, as I laid naked on my floor, sweating, heart feeling like it was off the handle, I was desperate for something to hold onto that was good and vibrant and alive, and still going. Still going. Something. So this changed my view.
Next, a guy named Tom moved in below. He works at an air conditioning company. Mobile serviceman/mechanic for the one with the catchy tune- "Always on time...".
Growing up, my sister's closest friend in physical distance was Michelle. Mine was Michael. My brother didn't really have close friends. He was a big kid and I think he was distanced. He had friends who lived near, but none were real close friends. When I think of my brother and his friends, though, I usually think of them camping in the field where Mikes house was later built.
This Mike's house was where we built a bonfire that went up about 30-40 feet into the air. His house I also did an experiment with him where he looked through the Bible and pointed to a verse, and I closed my eyes and saw it. This only worked the once I remember trying it, and I chalk it up to us being obsessed with Revelation (not that I have ever read it in detail, much of any of the Bible, or any book)... But it was 9:17. Revelations. I guess it did begin with "The riders in my vision" and I had "Had a vision" of soldiers, the tops of them, with armor, red. the sky was on fire, yellow on horizon, to red to black. I guess they could have been riding what else was referred to in the vision in the passage... But I didn't connect anything. Perhaps I didn't stay in long enough. I was just playing along, in ways... But now again, I wonder.
Then at this same time, we were like "whoa", and I almost began to cry. He said I was a prophet. I wanted to believe I was. But at the same time I thought that I was faking everything, in ways. I don't know. I tend to lie. I was a kid. I wanted attention. But I honestly don't know if I was lying. I want to say isn't Revelation all fire and brimstone? But it's not... Now that I see it there were a few key sames that were enough, really.
And I was about to cry, and I saw what seemed to be the area around his house, and we were inside of it, and there were angels spread out on every side facing in to us. I saw this when I attempted to go back into the vision state. I felt knocked back as I saw it, somewhat disoriented in my body. Knocked forward or back, but I caught myself, though Mike wasn't far away.
He encouraged this view, that I had seen something beyond. He believed, and so did his parents, or they at least allowed it. They were baptists.