When I was a kid, a “friend” who I smoked cigarettes with (maybe once a week behind the school) gave me a pcp/lsd laced cigarette as a “joke”. I woke up on my couch (somehow ended up home), still “tripping” and saw an angel hovering over me. It looked like a warrior holding a sword standing guard. It was pure light, but angry. I know I was still “tripping” or hallucinating (who knows) but I had the image inked on my shoulder.
I didn’t feel “violated”, but I still beat the shit out of my “friend” the next day. Because wtf.
Reminds me of a friend in military, he went to prison because he beat a dude to death with a hotel shower head for giving him a roofie in Seattle bar.. and he definitely knew he was violated. Seems justified but that’s the system we are in.
You never asked a question, specifically. I don't have that answer, nobody does. What do you see and why do you see it. Why does it occur when it does. Fate. Perhaps.
But do you believe a topic where there's the guardian angels. Or is it some other cosmic timing. A random stranger claiming to be Gabriel because they saved your life. Not saying. I dont need your judgement. Or the hell a demon sent you through, all because you crossed paths, and let them get infront of you. No, what?
Americans need their movies. I need common sense. There isn't any. It's a paradox. Where by rationality was there cameras, there were, but any dispatch was off, why would they care. They don't. How did 1 person in about a city of 11 million, a chance occurrence, seen once or twice, a few weeks prior over 10 miles away, cross my path again when they needed too. They claimed they were Gabriel, Michael, or some bullshit. I learned something from them, not because they showed me it by listening, I couldn't, didn't relate, but because it was fate, later choices. A paradox. I might have been being followed then, not getting into it. No, point. It would be an assumption. Not saying. This person wasn't, it would mean a network like in Hot Fuzz, no, that's some flying squad shit. I am unimportant to them. It was supposedly random. So random I've seen them again, but it wasn't them, just another npc, strikingly similar after the last time I did this, put it down on paper, denying what occurred, that cocky nod, that stare where it's like reading somebody else thoughts and them seeing right into yours. They knew why they crossed my path. They know you know. But you don't, you can't. Belief. They know you do. What if you just conjured it. If they simply changed then, helping when you needed it, and because you wouldn't have listened to anybody else. Their mission was done. But it wasn't no flying harpy, nephilm, because they don't exist.
I am vague, read it how you like.
But there are those people who follow you about, judging you, and fucking you up, all because you offered an opinion. Or by chance selected their wanton services. All they want to do is rob, or con you. Plenty of them today. World full of it. All you can do is treat them equally. Do you get it back, no never. You pay in blood and sweat. But you only get their mockery. They're better because they have the means to fuck you up. Until you think what was that point. Hell on Earth.