Arab women bb pin

Idea 1 Feral Cat Ears
Cats are a trademark swiftie necessity. But Feral/Stray cat over populations are a real issue. They suffer horrible lives. Even with Trap Neuter Release or Trap Neuter Adopt programs cat populations are still exploding. From the linked article the best way to handle this is through both fixing ferals but more importantly spaying and neutering pets. So if they get lost they won’t turn into more feral cats.
The 1975 could sell feral tipped cat ears (this is what nonprofits do once they spay ferals, tip their ears to make it obvious they have been spayed). Like the ones taylor has worn but with a tipped feature. They could even sell little trinkets that attach to the ears so you can add additional support without buying more ears themselves. All profits going to organizations that help cover the spay/neuter expenses for low income individuals, and feral cat neuter release/adopting programs. Especially organizations hitting areas where ferals/strays frequent the most. I am sure there are some bigger animal non profits they can connect with.
This can also work with dogs- they get a little notch in their ears. They could sell both. Stray/Feral dogs are just as much as a problem.
I think it would be so funny to see the Swifites faces if The1975 supported a cause like cats/dogs in this way.

Idea 2- Highlight issues through music/art/dance.
I’m ½ Iranian. I am also a Fusion Belly Dancer.
The Fundamentalist Islamic Regime in Iran has been shooting at protestors, specifically aiming for the eyes and genitals of women. Over 500 protestors have been killed during protests. They have been jailing, executing, torturing and RAPING protestors. “Intelligence and security agents in Iran used rape and other sexual violence to torture, punish and inflict lasting physical and psychological damage on protesters, including children as young as 12. The harrowing testimonies we collected point to a wider pattern in the use of sexual violence as a key weapon in the Iranian authorities’ armory of repression.”
People who only want a better future not controlled by a fundamentalist belief system they do not agree with. FUCK the regime. The protests started because a young woman was beaten to death by the basiji (morality police who roam Iran making sure people follow Islamic laws) for exposing SOME of her hair under her hijab. I cant say it enough FUCK THE REGIME.
See newiran subreddit for more information. People in Iran want the crimes to be noticed and feel the support of the outside world.
Every month or quarter, The 1975 could showcase an artist associated with a cause on their social media. There is a beautiful Iranian protest song by Shervin Hajiaghpour that actually won a Grammy last year. But has not had the mainstream spread it really needs. Also Iranian rapper Toomaj Salehi is currently on death row for his music. Have a listen. With subtitles and footage of the ongoing protests.
Fans could submit musicians/artists tied to a cause, and The 1975 could pick one to share with a specialty hashtag where other artists who care about the issue can share their own work. Or something like that.
Idea 3: Creating true happiness in your life.
There is a documentary called HAPPY that explores studies on the keys to happiness
This viewer describes the part of it I liked the most well:
“Within the documentary they talk about a study where they focused on three extrinsic goals (money, image and status) and three intrinsic goals (personal growth, relationships and desire to help) and compared the effects of them on different people. They found the extrinsically motivated people were more depressed, anxious and had less satisfaction with life, whereas the intrinsically motivated people were more happy, had more vitality and less depression. It made me happy that these were the outcomes of the study, because it shows you do not have to focus on material things and money for happiness.”
The things we are taught to believe by marketing and advertising which make you happier are MONEY IMAGE STATUS. But they actually led to lower life satisfaction. Personal growth, relationships, and desire to help, truly lead to a happy fulfilling life. Which ties into climate change and societal issues to me. If we actually focused on the real things that make humans happy, our world would be less focused on consumption and greed, the main driver of all the destruction we cause.
This author researchers the science of happiness. She learned that relationships are “the most important factor contributing to our well being” BUT:
“We’re never taught how to build healthy and supportive relationships, it’s a skill that, like any other, needs to be cultivated”
“We live in a world that makes it difficult to invest time to hone this skill and build relationships, which often end up taking a backseat to work and other responsibilities”
This leads me to something I would die for Matty to do. This is more of a vulnerable honest performance piece, but here is my pitch. He should go on the podcast: Ester Perels; Where should we begin. She is a highly renowned relationship therapist. It would cause a fucking STIR CRAZY STIR, if Matty talked to Ester about his relationship troubles. But more importantly it would drive an insane amount of traffic to this woman’s podcast. Who EVERYONE and their mother needs to listen to for her incredible insight. She really teaches you how to have true honest healthy connections with the people in your life. Personally I love this idea, but I understand if it’s absolutely not realistic for someone so famous to be so publicly vulnerable in this way. (for anyone reading this just wanting suggestions on other top tier therapists to show you what good relationship therapy looks like, check out Couples therapy on showtime and Dear Therapists with Lori and Guy.)
Idea 4: This is a BIG one and a sorta shoot for the stars Idea.
Merch, there is soo much merch in the world. Just more consumption of resources. If The 1975 was able to pitch an idea to investors/their label? To create a seller shop (like etsy/ebay) on their website so fans can sell their old merch and fan made items (preferably emphasizing reusing materials or sustainable materials), then The 1975 could get a cut of each purchase through a small fee. They could even buy some things, sign them, put their spin on them and sell them on the official band seller page. This way they wouldn’t have to make more new stuff to capitalize on their merch. They can get another cut of all the old stuff when it sells again and again. If this works, they could even sell the template to other musicians to have on their websites. This could be a big business on its own. This could also really help super fans who love The 1975 (and other musicians) by giving them an income as well. They can support the people who love them the most, and the fans can support The 1975 through website fees.
When they do drop new merch they can make a choice to choose eco/sustainable fabric dyes or buy up older Merch on the site in mass and repurpose it, or add a new element or stamp a new design on top of it (I heard this is something they have done before?) . Or even ask their sellers to do one thing but their own version, for example, everyone knit a saxophone out of old shirts, or whatever. This could really help provide an income for fans, while creating less new crap.
Idea 5:
RAFFLE OFF SMALL CONCERTS FOR NON PROFITS
The 1975 could put on one or a few simple minimal intimate concerts in London or wherever. The tickets could be sold raffle style $25 each and 20-50-100? people would win a trip to the location to see them perform/meet and greet/hang. All profits could go to whatever non-profit they want. They have worldwide fans (growing everyday). They could raise a lot of money.
I mean I could go on forever, but these are the ones I have for now.

IDEA 1
Feral Cat Ears- Cats are a trademark swiftie necessity. But Feral/Stray cat over populations are a real issue. They suffer horrible lives. Even with Trap Neuter Release or Trap Neuter Adopt programs cat populations are still exploding. From the linked article the best way to handle this is through both fixing ferals but more importantly spaying and neutering pets. So if they get lost they won’t turn into more feral cats.
The 1975 could sell feral tipped cat ears (this is what nonprofits do once they spay ferals, tip their ears to make it obvious they have been spayed). Like the ones taylor has worn but with a tipped feature. They could even sell little trinkets that attach to the ears so you can add additional support without buying more ears themselves. All profits going to organizations that help cover the spay/neuter expenses for low income individuals, and feral cat neuter release/adopting programs. Especially organizations hitting areas where ferals/strays frequent the most. I am sure there are some bigger animal non profits they can connect with.
This can also work with dogs- they get a little notch in their ears. They could sell both. Stray/Feral dogs are just as much as a problem.
I think it would be so funny to see the Swifites faces if The1975 supported a cause like cats/dogs in this way.

Idea 2- Highlight issues through music/art/dance.
I’m ½ Iranian. I am also a Fusion Belly Dancer.
The Fundamentalist Islamic Regime in Iran has been shooting at protestors, specifically aiming for the eyes and genitals of women. Over 500 protestors have been killed during protests. They have been jailing, executing, torturing and RAPING protestors. “Intelligence and security agents in Iran used rape and other sexual violence to torture, punish and inflict lasting physical and psychological damage on protesters, including children as young as 12. The harrowing testimonies we collected point to a wider pattern in the use of sexual violence as a key weapon in the Iranian authorities’ armory of repression.”
People who only want a better future not controlled by a fundamentalist belief system they do not agree with. FUCK the regime. The protests started because a young woman was beaten to death by the basiji (morality police who roam Iran making sure people follow Islamic laws) for exposing SOME of her hair under her hijab. I cant say it enough FUCK THE REGIME.
See newiran subreddit for more information. People in Iran want the crimes to be noticed and feel the support of the outside world.
Every month or quarter, The 1975 could showcase an artist associated with a cause on their social media. There is a beautiful Iranian protest song by Shervin Hajiaghpour that actually won a Grammy last year. But has not had the mainstream spread it really needs. Also Iranian rapper Toomaj Salehi is currently on death row for his music. Have a listen. With subtitles and footage of the ongoing protests.
Fans could submit musicians/artists tied to a cause, and The 1975 could pick one to share with a specialty hashtag where other artists who care about the issue can share their own work. Or something like that.
Idea 3: Creating true happiness in your life.
There is a documentary called HAPPY that explores studies on the keys to happiness
This viewer describes the part of it I liked the most well:
“Within the documentary they talk about a study where they focused on three extrinsic goals (money, image and status) and three intrinsic goals (personal growth, relationships and desire to help) and compared the effects of them on different people. They found the extrinsically motivated people were more depressed, anxious and had less satisfaction with life, whereas the intrinsically motivated people were more happy, had more vitality and less depression. It made me happy that these were the outcomes of the study, because it shows you do not have to focus on material things and money for happiness.”
The things we are taught to believe by marketing and advertising which make you happier are MONEY IMAGE STATUS. But they actually led to lower life satisfaction. Personal growth, relationships, and desire to help, truly lead to a happy fulfilling life. Which ties into climate change and societal issues to me. If we actually focused on the real things that make humans happy, our world would be less focused on consumption and greed, the main driver of all the destruction we cause.
This author researchers the science of happiness. She learned that relationships are “the most important factor contributing to our well being” BUT:
“We’re never taught how to build healthy and supportive relationships, it’s a skill that, like any other, needs to be cultivated”
“We live in a world that makes it difficult to invest time to hone this skill and build relationships, which often end up taking a backseat to work and other responsibilities”
This leads me to something I would die for Matty to do. This is more of a vulnerable honest performance piece, but here is my pitch. He should go on the podcast: Ester Perels; Where should we begin. She is a highly renowned relationship therapist. It would cause a fucking STIR CRAZY STIR, if Matty talked to Ester about his relationship troubles. But more importantly it would drive an insane amount of traffic to this woman’s podcast. Who EVERYONE and their mother needs to listen to for her incredible insight. She really teaches you how to have true honest healthy connections with the people in your life. Personally I love this idea, but I understand if it’s absolutely not realistic for someone so famous to be so publicly vulnerable in this way. (for anyone reading this just wanting suggestions on other top tier therapists to show you what good relationship therapy looks like, check out Couples therapy on showtime and Dear Therapists with Lori and Guy.)
Idea 4: This is a BIG one and a sorta shoot for the stars Idea.
Merch, there is soo much merch in the world. Just more consumption of resources. If The 1975 was able to pitch an idea to investors/their label? To create a seller shop (like etsy/ebay) on their website so fans can sell their old merch and fan made items (preferably emphasizing reusing materials or sustainable materials), then The 1975 could get a cut of each purchase through a small fee. They could even buy some things, sign them, put their spin on them and sell them on the official band seller page. This way they wouldn’t have to make more new stuff to capitalize on their merch. They can get another cut of all the old stuff when it sells again and again. If this works, they could even sell the template to other musicians to have on their websites. This could be a big business on its own. This could also really help super fans who love The 1975 (and other musicians) by giving them an income as well. They can support the people who love them the most, and the fans can support The 1975 through website fees.
When they do drop new merch they can make a choice to choose eco/sustainable fabric dyes or buy up older Merch on the site in mass and repurpose it, or add a new element or stamp a new design on top of it (I heard this is something they have done before?) . Or even ask their sellers to do one thing but their own version, for example, everyone knit a saxophone out of old shirts, or whatever. This could really help provide an income for fans, while creating less new crap.
Idea 5:
RAFFLE OFF SMALL CONCERTS FOR NON PROFITS
The 1975 could put on one or a few simple minimal intimate concerts in London or wherever. The tickets could be sold raffle style $25 each and 20-50-100? people would win a trip to the location to see them perform/meet and greet/hang. All profits could go to whatever non-profit they want. They have worldwide fans (growing everyday). They could raise a lot of money.
I mean I could go on forever, but these are the ones I have for now.

Muhammad permitted Muslims to sleep with slave girls without having to marry them first:

And all married women (are forbidden unto you) save those (captives) whom your right hands possess. It is a decree of Allah for you. Lawful unto you are all beyond those mentioned, so that ye seek them with your wealth in honest wedlock, not debauchery. And those of whom ye seek content (by marrying them), give unto them their portions as a duty. And there is no sin for you in what ye do by mutual agreement after the duty (hath been done). Lo! Allah is ever Knower, Wise. S. 4:24
Who abstain from sex, Except with those joined to them in the marriage bond, or (the captives) whom their right hands possess, - for (in their case) they are free from blame, S. 23:5-6
O Prophet! Lo! We have made lawful unto thee thy wives unto whom thou hast paid their dowries, and those whom thy right hand possesseth of those whom Allah hath given thee as spoils of war, and the daughters of thine uncle on the father's side and the daughters of thine aunts on the father's side, and the daughters of thine uncle on the mother's side and the daughters of thine aunts on the mother's side who emigrated with thee, and a believing woman if she give herself unto the Prophet and the Prophet desire to ask her in marriage - a privilege for thee only, not for the (rest of) believers - We are Aware of that which We enjoined upon them concerning their wives and those whom their right hands possess - that thou mayst be free from blame, for Allah is ever Forgiving, Merciful. S. 33:50
Not so those devoted to Prayer;- Those who remain steadfast to their prayer; And those in whose wealth is a recognised right. For the (needy) who asks and him who is prevented (for some reason from asking); And those who hold to the truth of the Day of Judgment; And those who fear the displeasure of their Lord, -For their Lord's displeasure is the opposite of Peace and Tranquillity;- And those who guard their chastity, Except with their wives and the (captives) whom their right hands possess, - for (then) they are not to be blamed, S. 70:22-30

The hadith records some of the shameful things which the Muslims did to their captive and slave women:

Abu Sirma said to Abu Sa'id al Khadri (Allah he pleased with him): O Abu Sa'id, did you hear Allah's Messenger mentioning al-'azl? He said: Yes, and added: We went out with Allah's Messenger on the expedition to the Bi'l-Mustaliq and took captive some excellent Arab women; and we desired them, for we were suffering from the absence of our wives, (but at the same time) we also desired ransom for them. So we decided to have sexual intercourse with them but by observing 'azl (Withdrawing the male sexual organ before emission of semen to avoid conception). But we said: We are doing an act whereas Allah's Messenger is amongst us; why not ask him? So we asked Allah's Messenger, and he said: It does not matter if you do not do it, for every soul that is to be born up to the Day of Resurrection will be born. (Sahih Muslim, Book 8, Number 3371)
Jabir reported that a man came to Allah's Messenger (may peace be upon him) and said: I have a slave-girl who is our servant and she carries water for us and I have intercourse with her, but I do not want her to conceive. He said: Practice 'azl, if you so like, but what is decreed for her will come to her. The person stayed back (for some time) and then came and said: The girl has become pregnant, whereupon he said: I told you what was decreed for her would come to her. (Sahih Muslim, Book 8, Number 3383)

Shockingly, the traditions claim that Allah gave the Muslims the right to not only sleep with the captives without having to marry them, but to do it with their husbands present!

Abu Said al-Khudri said: The apostle of Allah sent a military expedition to Awtas on the occasion of the battle of Hunain. They met their enemy and fought with them. They defeated them and took them captives. Some of the Companions of the Apostle of Allah were reluctant to have intercourse with the female captives in the presence of their husbands who were unbelievers. So Allah, the Exalted, sent down the Quranic verse, ‘And all married women (are forbidden) unto you save those (captives) whom your right hand possesses’. That is to say, they are lawful for them when they complete their waiting period. (Sunan of Abu Dawud, Volume 2, Number 2150)

And in the words of Ibn Kathir, taken from his commentary on Q. 4:24:

except those women whom you acquire through war, for you are allowed such women after making sure they are not pregnant.
Imam Ahmad recorded that Abu Sa’id Al-Khudri said, "_We captured some women from the area of Awtas who were already married, and we disliked having sexual relations with them because they already had husbands. So, we asked the Prophet about this matter, and this Ayah was revealed… _
.
Consequently, we had sexual relations with these women." This is the wording collected by AT-Tirmidhi, An-Nasa’i, Ibn Jarir and Muslim in his Sahih.

I was browsing the latest democracy index and noticed how almost all Arab countries are labeld as authoritarian, with a couple labeld as a "hybrid regime" and not a single one received a "full democracy" or "partial democracy" label.
Given that Hamas's rise to power came from an election where they received the majority vote in Gaza (by a small margin), and then proceeded to forcibly take over the government by removing or killing Palestinian Authority members - was this at the end of the day a mistake to not support the fragile Palestinian authority at the time, building the institutions needed before rushing to expend the democratic process there?
I'm asking because the US has tried this also in Iraq and Afghanistan, where it failed on both. And now it seems that no one is trying anymore (e.g. Israel and the US are silently supporting the Palestinian Authority's decision not to hold elections in the west bank).
I'm also asking because we're seeing countries in the Gulf States, which are clearly authoritarian, yet are distinctly making advances in personal freedoms, women's rights, cultural openness, reducing violence, and economic freedom - all typically associated as benefits of a democratic regime. In other words - democracy might be a good end goal, but not necessarily a good starting point.

Live in an apartment complex.
Some women in the building asked for the gym to have female only hours. For context, I'm a man. The management allowed a couple of hours 5 days a week. No issue I thought, allows everyone to feel comfortable using facilities.
....then some guys, who happen to be both Arab (non locals) and Muslim complained! Would go into the gym when it's women's only, refusing to comply and eventually management just rescinded the women's only hours.
I'm pretty shocked and disappointed to be honest. firstly that fellow Muslims would be so belligerent against helping other Muslim sisters feel comfortable and that management sided with them. Wouldn't have expected it here.

I’m an 18 year old lesbian with no dating experience. I’ve tried flirting but it is understood as friendliness. I don’t know how to tell if someone I’m interested in likes women. As the fashion trends progress, it gets more and more difficult to tell. Most people, LGBT+ or not, can’t tell I’m a lesbian from how I look. I don’t know how to flirt without it being understood as just being friendly. And I don’t want to wear a pride pin because I don’t feel safe with everyone knowing. Usually, I avoid girls that I like because I have anxiety (GAD) and rejection sensitive dysphoria and don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable.
If anyone has any advice on approaching girls, flirting, being able to tell who’s gay, and being confident in actually approaching girls - I’d really appreciate it.

If you are confused, this is a draft and book I did with u/hefty_fix_8416 and u/aewbulletclub1016. This is my company's first show, Ignite the Flames
SEGMENT 1-
The Beginning
"We are LIVEEE from Las Vegas Nevada for Glory Wrestling Revolution: Ignite the Flames!” "We are your commentary team for GWR, I am Kash Stone, and I’m here with Diego Brunello. Welcome to the Revolution!"
*The camera then cuts to Rick Grayson, Owner of Glory Wrestling Revolution in the ring*
"VIVAAAAA LAS VEGASSSS"
The crowd erupts
"I don’t want to take too long in this introduction, but I would personally like to thank all of you for coming out and spending your Saturday night with GWR. Whether you’re watching at home, or watching here in Las Vegas, we appreciate you!”
“We have a great show planned, with matches like Hikaru Shida vs Mercedes Moné"
Cheer
"The Young Bucks vs The New Day, for the first time ever!"
Cheer
"The murder grandpa, Minoru Suzuki vs the Ring General Walter!"
Cheer
"Andddd, the main eventt, for the first time ever.
CODY RHODES VS HIROSHI TANAHASHI”
Big Cheer
"Anyways, that’s enough of me, how about for some action, in fact, I think we should already crown a title here in GRW. The GWR United States Title Scramble starts now!"
____________________________________________________________________________
SEGMENT 2-
GWR UNITED STATES TITLE SCRAMBLE
Ricochet vs Mark Briscoe vs Jay Lethal vs Eddie Kingston vs Samuray Del Sol
This is a championship scramble set for 1 fall! 20 minutes to see who the real, and first GWR United States Title holder is!
Ricochet, Mark Briscoe, Jay Lethal, Eddie Kingston, and Samuray Del Sol all make their way into the ring for the first match in GWR history!
As the bell rings, the 5 men look outside the ring at the United States Title! Big stakes on the line!
With 17:23 left in the match, Ricochet scores the first pinfall after successfully hitting an early 630’ senton!
With 14:11 left in the match, the title changed hands from Ricochet to Samuray Del Sol, after successfully hitting a hurricanrana into a pin!
With 10:22 left in the match, the title changed hands from Samuray Del Sol, back to Ricochet after a diving corkscrew moonsault
Immediately after, Jay Lethal catches Ricochet right into a Lethal Injection, making it Lethal’s first pinfall at 10:07 left in the match!
With 7:21 left in the match, Eddie Kingston picks up his first pinfall with a spinning back fist, dethroning Jay Lethal.
With 5:47 left in the match, Mark Briscoe gets on the board as he picks up Eddie Kingston and drops him down with a Cut-throat driver!
With 4:31 left in the match, Jay Lethal once again gets on the board by rolling up Mark Briscoe
With 4:02 left in the match, Mark Briscoe gets his get back with a roll-up of his own!
With 3:30 left in the match, Eddie Kingston hits another spinning back fist on Mark Briscoe!
With 3:15 left in the match, Ricochet comes out of nowhere right after the pin and picks up his third fall of the match!
As Ricochet is looking to put it away with one final 630’ senton, Eddie Kingston comes out of nowhere with a spinning back fist! And gets the pin!
5!
4!
3!
2!
1!
The clock winds down as Eddie Kingston is the first GWR United States Champion!
Ricochet cannot believe it, as if he never tried to go for that last 630’ senton he would’ve won!
The Las Vegas crowd cheers on Eddie Kingston as we go into a sponsorship break!
Eddie Kingston def Ricochet, Mark Briscoe, Jay Lethal, and Samuray Del Sol to become the first GWR United States Champion
____________________________________________________________________________
SEGMENT 3-
GWR Revolution Title 4-Way Qualifier
Jade Cargill vs Deonna Purrazzo
After the break, we begin Jade Cargill vs Deonna Purrazzo. The winner will enter the four-way In the ring, Deonna Purrazzo and Jade Cargill start the match with intense back-and-forth action. Purrazzo uses her technical skills to target Cargill's arm, but Cargill's power proves to be a challenge. Despite Purrazzo's submission attempts, Cargill breaks free with her sheer strength and athleticism. As the match progresses, Cargill showcases her agility with high-flying moves and powerful strikes, wearing down Purrazzo. In a climactic moment, Cargill delivers her signature finisher, the "Jaded," pinning Purrazzo for the three-count and claiming victory. Jade Cargill stands tall as the winner of the intense match-up, and will go on to face the winner of Mercedes Moné and Hikaru Shida, and 2 other women to become the first ever Revolution Title Holder!
Jade Cargill def Deonna Purrazzo to enter the Revolution Title 4-Way Match
____________________________________________________________________________
SEGMENT 4-
GWR Tag Titles 6-Way Qualifier
Chaos (Tomohiro Ishii and Rocky Romero) vs House of Black (Buddy Matthews and Brody King)
The anticipation in the arena is electric as Chaos (Tomohiro Ishii and Rocky Romero) step into the ring to face off against the formidable House of Black, Buddy Matthews and Brody King. The bell rings, and the battle begins!
Ishii and Matthews start the match, exchanging powerful strikes and showcasing their incredible strength. The crowd is on the edge of their seats, witnessing a clash of titans. Matthews agility and cunning give him an edge, as he manages to gain control over Ishii.
Meanwhile, Romero is itching to get in on the action, but King proves to be a formidable opponent. King's size and power overwhelm Romero, leaving him struggling to mount a comeback. House of Black are in complete control, displaying their dominance in the ring.
Despite Chaos' valiant efforts, the House of Black proves to be an unstoppable force. Buddy and King's teamwork is flawless, executing devastating double-team maneuvers that leave Chaos reeling. The crowd is in awe of the House of Black’s dominance.
In the final moments of the match, Matthews and King deliver their devastating finisher, securing the victory. The crowd erupts in a mix of shock and admiration for the House of Black’s triumph. They have proven themselves to be a force to be reckoned with, leaving Chaos in their wake.
It was an intense and hard-fought battle, but the House of Black, Buddy Matthews and Brody King, emerged victorious. This means they will face 5 other teams to crown the first ever GRW Tag Team Champions!
House of Black def Chaos
____________________________________________________________________________
SEGMENT 5-
The Scapegoat
After the break, we cut to the entrance ramp, where The Scapegoat Jack Perry is entering the ring, he tears a kids sign and flips him off! What a piece of shit.
He picks up a microphone
“Well, well, well. I have got to say, this is the most miserable and pathetic wrestling show I’ve ever seen. You guys are lucky I got paid a lot to be here tonight, or else I would’ve done a show for WBW in Pittsburgh. Now, that piece of shit Rick Grayson expects me to wrestle tonight, but to be quite honest I would rather kiss his dead mother, then fight in this ring with you stupid fucking fans.”
*crowd boos*
“I have nothing to prove. I’m your favorite wrestler’s favorite wrestler, I am the best bout machine, I am the Cerebral Assassin, I am The Animal, I am the. best. in. the. world.”
*the crowd begins to boo at Jack Perry…*
This is until the crowd hears a very familiar song…
“LOOOOOK IIIINNNN MY EYEEESSS, WHAT DO YOU SEEEEE”
“OH MY GOD, IT'S C.M PUNK, HE HAS ARRIVED IN GLORY WRESTLING REVOLUTION!”
HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT
“Look who it is, it’s Jungle Boy”
*crowd pops*
“I know we don’t have a very good history, Jack. You get in my face backstage, I choke you, somebody gets scared for their life, yada yada yada. But I was willing to put all of that aside…”
“But you, you call yourself the best in the world? Not only is that disrespectful to me of course. But it’s disrespectful to every other wrestler in the company. The only thing you’ve ever accomplished in your wrestling career is winning a tag team championship with your pet dinosaur.”
“In a world of innovators, aces, like the great Tanahashi, who is going to be on this very show”
*pop*
“A mind, like the Viper Randy Orton.”
*pop*
“Your the best in the worl…”
Jack Perry interrupts C.M Punk
“Do me a favor, shut the fuck up, please.”
boos
“Here is punk coming into another promotion and fucking everything up once again. Here’s the deal, nobody wants you in any promotion, you are what people call a cancer. You are in WWE, you are in AEW, hell, you even were when you lasted 2:14 against Mickey Gall in the UFC. Nobody likes you, nobody wants you here, you would be better off leaving for another 9 years.”
C.M Punk takes a mic once again!
“I’ve choked you once, I don’t really feel the need to do it again, I don’t like to be the bad guy here, I don’t want to fight you. But I will do whatever is necessary, and if I have to kick your ass again, in front of all these people in Las Vegas, so help me god I will not hesitate.”
Jack Perry and C.M Punk get closer and closer, they start to swing! They are now back at swinging at each other! Security gets called to break them up!
C.M Punk is in the Revolution, and he makes it clear he’s going after The Scapegoat!
____________________________________________________________________________
SEGMENT 6-
GRW Revolution Title 4-Way Qualifier
Hikaru Shida vs Mercedes Moné
As the bell rings, Moné and Shida lock eyes, ready to give it their all. Moné, known for her incredible strength and technical prowess, wastes no time in taking control of the match. She delivers a series of powerful strikes and executes impressive submission holds, keeping Shida on her toes.
But Shida, the resilient fighter that she is, fights back with her lightning-fast strikes and high-flying maneuvers. The crowd is on the edge of their seats as the two competitors trade blows, each refusing to back down.
Moné, fueled by determination and a desire to prove herself, digs deep and unleashes her full potential. She showcases her agility and innovative moves, catching Shida off guard. The momentum shifts in Moné's favor, and the crowd can sense an upset in the making.
With every near fall, the anticipation in the arena grows. Moné's resilience and unwavering focus propel her forward, as she continues to dominate the match. The crowd rallies behind her, cheering her on with thunderous applause.
In a thrilling climax, Moné delivers her devastating finishing move, leaving Shida stunned and unable to kick out. The referee counts to three, and the crowd erupts in a mix of shock and jubilation. Mercedes Moné has done it! She has defeated the reigning champion Hikaru Shida and claimed victory in this incredible match.
The arena is filled with cheers and applause as Moné celebrates her hard-fought win. She will go on to face Jade Cargill and 2 other women to challenge for the GRW Revolution Title!
Mercedes Moné def Hikaru Shida
____________________________________________________________________________
SEGMENT 7-
The Future…
As we get back to the ring, the commentators Kash Stone and Diego Brunello have a very important announcement!
“Diego and I are back, and what a great match we saw, Walter coming on top, action pact as can be!”
“That’s right Kash, but before we head back to the ring we want to make a very quick announcement, GWR is coming back to this same building in a little under 2 weeks time on Friday, May 31st for Roll the Dice!”
“But Diego, not only that. That date officially kicks off the western states tour, going to hit through the western states, we are so excited to expand this outside of Las Vegas!”
The dates read as follow-
House of Fire. Sunday, June 2nd. The Nile Theater (Mesa, Arizona)
TBA. Saturday, June 8th. El Paso Convention Center (El Paso, Texas) *Afternoon Show*
TBA. Sunday, June 9th. Revel Entertainment (Albuquerque, New Mexico)
TBA. Thursday, June 13th. The Summit (Denver, Colorado)
TBA. Friday, June 28th. Venue TBA (San Diego, California)
TBA. Sunday, June 29th. Venue TBA (Los Angeles, California)
What an announcement! Let’s head back to the ring where we get ready for The Ring General, WALTER, and The Murder Grandpa, Minoru Suzuki!
____________________________________________________________________________
SEGMENT 8-
GRW Glory Title Series Match
“The Ring General” WALTER vs “The Murder Grandpa” Minoru Suzuki
In a clash of titans, Walter and Minoru Suzuki step into the ring, the tension palpable as they lock eyes, ready to unleash their full arsenal of strikes and submissions. The match begins with a fierce exchange of chops and kicks, each man testing the other's resilience and strength. Suzuki's technical prowess is matched by Walter's raw power, creating a thrilling back-and-forth battle that keeps the audience on the edge of their seats.
As the match progresses, Suzuki manages to trap Walter in his signature submission holds, but the Austrian powerhouse refuses to tap out, powering his way out of each predicament with sheer determination. Walter retaliates with devastating chops that echo through the arena, leaving Suzuki visibly shaken but unfazed.
The climax of the match sees both men exhausted but refusing to back down, trading stiff strikes and near-falls in a display of pure grit and tenacity. In the end, Walter manages to hit his devastating powerbomb, securing the victory! WALTER is the first man to move on in the Glory Title Series, and will face the winner of the next 2 qualifying matches!
WALTER def Minoru Suzuki to advance in the Glory World Title Series
____________________________________________________________________________
SEGMENT 9-
Speaking of Glory Title Series…
“Thanks again for watching this epic show on GRW, this is a great time in wrestling, we are having a great time, what a great match we saw there right Kash!”
“Yeah that was something else, hard hitting as all hell.”
“But let’s turn our attention away from that specific match and to the next Glory Title Qualifiers, there’s some bangers on the list!”
“As we know, the 2nd match in the series happens tonight between Cody Rhodes and Hiroshi Tanahashi! But we still have 4 more over the next 2 shows, we are announcing them right now!”
May 31st, Roll the Dice. Las Vegas, NV:
Bobby Lashley vs Swerve Strickland
Johnny Gargano vs Jay White
June 2nd, House of Fire, Mesa, AZ:
Andrade vs Malakai Black
Shinsuke Nakamura vs Kazuchika Okada
“What a great few matches in the next couple of shows! But we have some business to take care of here. For the first time ever, The Young Bucks will face The New Day!
____________________________________________________________________________
SEGMENT 10-
The Young Bucks (Nick & Matt Jackson) vs The New Day (Kofi Kingston & Xavier Woods)
The crowd is on their feet as The Young Bucks, Nick and Matt Jackson, step into the ring, ready to showcase their high-flying skills. They, along with other Elite member Kazuchika Okada are getting booed! The New Day, Xavier Woods and Kofi Kingston, bring their charismatic energy as they enter, determined to prove their dominance.
The match starts with a flurry of quick-paced action, as The Young Bucks showcase their innovative tag team maneuvers. Nick and Matt's seamless teamwork keeps The New Day on their toes. However, Xavier and Kofi's resilience and teamwork shine through as they counter with their own impressive moves.
As the match progresses, The Young Bucks unleash their signature superkicks, catching Xavier and Kofi off guard. The crowd erupts in excitement as The Young Bucks go for their finishing move, the Meltzer Driver. With precision and agility, they execute the move flawlessly, securing the victory.
The referee's hand hits the mat for the three-count, and The Young Bucks emerge triumphant, celebrating their hard-fought win. The crowd roars with applause, acknowledging the incredible performance from both teams.
It was an incredible match filled with high-flying action, teamwork, and heart-pounding moments. The Young Bucks proved once again why they are one of the most dynamic tag teams in professional wrestling! They advance and will face The Kings of the Black Throne and 4 other teams!
The Young Bucks def The New Day
After the match, The Nick & Matt Jackson continue to beat down both Woods and Kofi Kingston! This is when Big E comes storming down the ramp and tries to even the odds! As Big E is hurt, The Bucks and Okada were able to take out Big E and the rest of The New Day! This is until the lights go out!
Its… its…
KENNNNNYYY OMEEGAAAA!
The Elite scrams out of the ring very quickly! Kenny Omega is here!
Kenny Omega is checking on them as we cut to a short sponsorship break.
____________________________________________________________________________
SEGMENT 11-
Roll The Dice Full Card
“What a shocking event just there, Kenny Omega helped The New Day, he's back but obviously still hurt, we gotta know when he will be back in action!”
“I agree, but it’s only a matter of time before Roll The Dice, lets see the card for the 2nd event that will take place in GRW”
The GRW Winners Briefcase is decided in a 20 man Battle Royal!
Kenny Omega Will Speak To The Crowd
GWR Tag Titles 6-Way Qualifier: The Hurt Business vs Hit Row
GRW Glory Title Series Match: Bobby Lashley vs Swerve Strickland
GRW Revolution Title 4-Way Qualifier: Shayna Baszler vs Toni Storm
The Baddies (Leila Grey and Kiera Hogan) vs CEO and Glow (Mercedes Moné and Naomi)
CM Punk Returns To Las Vegas To Address Jack Perry!
GWR Tag Titles 6-Way Qualifier: FTR vs The Gunn Club
GRW Revolution Title 4-Way Qualifier: Bianca Belair vs Kris Statlander
GRW Glory Title Series Match: Johnny Gargano vs Jay White
“Roll The Dice is going to be special, but no more procrastinating guys,
THE AMERICAN NIGHTMARE VS THE ACE, CODY RHODES VS HIROSHI TANAHASHI FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER, NEXT!
____________________________________________________________________________
SEGMENT 12-
GRW Glory Title Series Match
Cody Rhodes vs Hiroshi Tanahashi
The crowd is buzzing with anticipation as the two wrestling superstars make their grand entrances. This is the first main event in GWR history! Cody Rhodes, known for his charisma and technical prowess, steps into the ring with confidence. Hiroshi Tanahashi, the legendary "Ace",Hiroshi Tanahashi, follows suit, radiating his trademark star power.
The match begins with a test of strength, as both competitors lock up in the center of the ring. Cody's technical skills are on full display as he tries to ground the high-flying Tanahashi. However, Tanahashi's agility and resilience keep him a step ahead, countering Cody's every move.
As the match progresses, the intensity builds. Cody Rhodes targets Tanahashi's legs, trying to weaken his opponent's base. Tanahashi, known for his resilience, fights back with a series of hard-hitting strikes and high-risk aerial maneuvers. The crowd is on their feet, witnessing a masterclass in professional wrestling.
The match reaches its climax with a series of near falls and dramatic moments. Cody Rhodes unleashes his Cross Rhodes finisher, but Tanahashi somehow kicks out at the last possible moment, leaving the audience in awe. Tanahashi retaliates with his High Fly Flow, connecting with precision and grace.
The final moments of the match are filled with heart-pounding action. Both competitors dig deep, pushing their bodies to the limit. In a breathtaking display of athleticism, Cody Rhodes executes a picture-perfect Moonsault, securing the victory and earning the respect of his opponent.
The crowd erupts in applause, recognizing the incredible performance by both wrestlers. Cody Rhodes and Hiroshi Tanahashi embrace in a show of sportsmanship, acknowledging the hard-fought battle they just shared.
It was a main event for the ages, showcasing the talent and passion of two wrestling icons. Cody Rhodes and Hiroshi Tanahashi delivered a match that will be remembered for years to come. Cody Rhodes has beaten Hiroshi Tanahashi, this means that he will face the winners of Andrade vs Malakai Black, and Kazuchika Okada vs Shinsuke Nakamura
Cody Rhodes def Hiroshi Tanahashi
____________________________________________________________________________
As the screen begins to fade to black, Hiroshi Tanahashi and Cody Rhodes give a bow to the crowd, as Rick Grayson comes in and congratulates Cody! What a first show for Glory Wrestling Revolution, and they are just getting started!

When I was around 13 years old, I was a young stupid teenager, and hanging out with my friends, and we were all saying inflammatory things, and I said, "Yeah, if I turn 30, and I haven't accomplished anything, I'll probably just kill myself." It was an awful thing to say, and I can't believe I said it.
Well, I turned 29, I had probably close to 50 jobs, and had a complete discontentment with my life and civilization, and I was contemplating suicide, and then I had a full-blown spiritual awakening, saw a vision of Jesus and God and Satan, and went through an immense dark night of the soul and personal transformation of the heart.
I just have this verse on my heart right now thinking about it, "Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruits, [Psalm 18:21]" and it just reminds me of what I said when I was a teenager.
I know God heard that and knew that he wasn't going to let me die of suicide. He was watching me the whole time, and he cared about me, and he didn't want to lose me, and I'm weeping as I write this, because I'm so grateful.
Three years ago, I was a 29-year-old man whose life had become defined by isolation. Once curious and engaged with the world in my youth, I had slowly withdrawn into myself from depression, retreating into the comfort of my room in my mother's house. My agnostic atheism left me without a guiding light, and the mundane realities of life, from my dozens of failed jobs to my ongoing struggles with addiction, weighed heavily on my spirit. I found solace instead in the company of strategy games and in the rabbit hole of conspiracies on the internet.
My addictions had become an ever-tightening grip on my life. I found myself reaching for cannabis, alcohol, video games, fast food, and pornography to fill the void that had grown in my heart over the years. My life had become a series of hollow habits, each one leaving me feeling emptier than before. I could no longer deny that something was deeply wrong.
One day, while browsing online, I stumbled upon a post that claimed Thoth, the ancient Egyptian deity of knowledge and wisdom, could help those who asked for his assistance. Intrigued, I wondered if reaching out to Thoth could provide me with the help I needed.
Weeks passed since reading the post, and as I stood in my shower, my thoughts drifted to the crossroads my life seemed to have come to. I asked myself why I was stuck in a cycle of self-destructive behaviors and why I felt such a profound sense of emptiness. The steam from the shower enveloped me as I said aloud, "Thoth, if you are real, I really need your help right now. I don't want to live like this anymore; I don't want to die yet." As I spoke the words, my hand moved from the side of my body, and then to my forehead and heart, while making a hand-sign and I felt at peace.
I was stunned, realizing the hand-sign I had made was eerily similar to ones I had seen in paintings of Jesus. I was stunned but felt an unusual calmness wash over me. As I dried off and dressed, I pondered what had just happened. I went to the full-body mirror in my room, looking at myself. I saw someone I no longer recognized, someone I no longer wanted to be.
Once more, I said, "Thoth, if you are real, will you help me? This isn't who I want to be anymore." I stared at myself in the mirror, and slowly a vision began to form in my eyes. It wasn’t Thoth I saw, but Jesus.
Jesus appeared with long brown hair, a brown beard, brown eyes, and light brown skin. Half of his face was illuminated by light, while the other half was cast in shadow. The vision of Jesus was so vivid that it left me both in awe and at peace. As the vision of him faded, I remember reaching out to him because I didn't want him to go, I could tell he was here to help.
As night fell, I lay in my bed, lost in deep contemplation. I revisited the events of the day, focusing on the vision of Jesus. The clarity of the vision was imprinted on my mind, and I couldn't shake the feeling that it held a deeper meaning. I pondered the nature of good and evil, and how they were intertwined in a complex dance of duality. I found myself questioning whether the traditional view of evil as something to be hated and shunned was truly the right approach. Instead, I began to entertain the idea that perhaps evil people and perhaps even evil itself, could be understood with compassion and empathy, instead of hatred and disgust.
As I continued to ponder, I experienced a peculiar sensation in my head. It was as though something shifted in the center of my brain, around the area of my third eye or pineal gland. There was a slight pop like a tearing or crunching sound, it was not painful, but surprising nonetheless. I then felt a fluid movement from the left hemisphere of my brain to the right hemisphere, using the third eye as a bridge or something. This shift brought me a sense of balance and calmness I had not felt before. I realized I had been living predominantly in the logical part of my brain, instead of emotional side.
As I embraced this newfound state of relaxation, I began to see another vision in my mind. This time, it was God who appeared. God had long white hair, a white beard, and wore white robes and sandals. Then God began dancing, moving with joy and lightheartedness.
Before I could fully process what I was seeing, another figure appeared alongside God. It was Satan, with red skin and horns. Satan seemed curious and playful, attempting to imitate God's dance moves with enthusiasm. The sight of these two seemingly opposing forces dancing together struck me as surreal.
As I watched them dance, I found myself smiling, and really enjoying the moment. Then, my mind wandered to the Russian squat dance, a thought that seemed to come out of nowhere. To my amazement, God began performing the Russian squat dance, his movements precise and fluid. I couldn't help but laugh. It was awesome and hilarious.
Slowly, they both faded away, leaving me in a state of awe and wonder. I realized that my third eye had opened, granting me access to a deeper level of perception and understanding.
I lay in my bed for a few moments, attempting to grasp the profound implications of the vision I had just experienced. The reality of the spiritual world was undeniable now. God, Jesus, Satan, and other spiritual beings were real, their presence deeply embedded within my new understanding. This stark realization overwhelmed me, and I felt an immense fear wash over me, it was like the Eye of Sauron was upon me, or the eye of Satan.
I began pacing frantically around my room, gasping for air as I tried to process the magnitude of my new awareness. My mind felt as if it were on the brink of shattering; I couldn't comprehend what was happening. The very foundation of my reality had shifted, leaving me teetering on the edge of my sanity.
Despite my racing thoughts and heart, I managed to steady myself using deep breathing techniques I had learned in the past from Wim Hof. My frantic pace gradually slowed, and I returned to my bed, trying to make sense of everything.
I deduced that the condition commonly known as schizophrenia might not be what people thought it was. Instead, it could be an individual's heightened sensitivity to the spirit world, a world most people never perceived.
As I lay in bed, still reeling from my panic, I suddenly saw a vision of Satan. He had red skin and horns, and spoke directly to me, expressing admiration for my deduction. Satan confirmed that what I thought was true: many people were speaking to demons, believing themselves to be schizophrenic. This deceptive world was, indeed, a harsh reality.
I tried to take in Satan's words, but a sensation of something being pulled out of me struck me. It felt as though my very soul was being drained from my body. My energy depleted rapidly, and I was overcome by a sense of impending doom. I lost control of my bodily functions, believing that I was moments away from death.
At the moment when I thought I was succumbing to death, I caught sight of an Easter lily I had bought earlier that day, sitting on my desk. The sight of the beautiful lily sparked a powerful desire to live within me. Fueled by a newfound will to survive coursing through me, I leaped out of my bed, and began pacing back and forth in my room once more, gasping for air.
As I walked, I experienced a series of visions featuring characters I admired and found inspiration from—Master Yoda from Star Wars, Aang from Avatar: The Last Airbender, and Neo from The Matrix. I realized that God had shown me these characters because they were a source of moral guidance and strength in my life.
My thoughts then turned to the physical pain I was experiencing. My awareness of the spirit world had heightened significantly, causing my brain to start heating up, and I felt a piercing pain and ballooning sensation near my right temple, which deeply concerned me.
Every time I had a thought, I could feel my brain stem wiggle and I would feel pain in my right temple, so I had to learn to still or quiet my mind. Recognizing that I needed to take action to cool my head and relieve the pain, with a sort of just knowing of what I had to do, I resolved to get a large bowl of ice water and head to the basement.
I quietly left my room so as not to wake my mother, who was sleeping in her room nearby, and ventured downstairs to the basement
At this point you could say I was "possessed" by spirits, Thoth, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit. I was able to rest my consciousness in my third eye, and the Holy Spirit, Thoth, or Jesus could help me and take move my body to keep me alive. There was no way for me to survive without help.
The holy spirit showed me a specific breathing technique to diffuse the energy in my brain by inhaling through my mouth deeply, and then exhaling through my nose in the water. The vibration of exhaling through my nose into the water would cause my brain to feel soothed for a little while, likely stimulating my vagus nerve too, and I believe it was doing something with the fluid in my brain. When I was able to not be at the water, I had to keep pressure on the center of my forehead to rest in my third eye so they could help me.
I remember pacing between the two sections of my basement, and Thoth was helping me breathe just to stay conscious. One half of the basement was bright with light with concrete floors, which is where the bowl of water was, the washer and drier, a sink, and four litter boxes. On the other side of the basement was dark with a carpeted floor and a wood fireplace. The basement's light was painted in the duality of light and dark.
I remained in the basement until the sun rose, soaking my head in icewater, and pacing back and forth between the dark and light rooms because i would become overly sensitive to one particular room, and I was just trying to breathe to stay conscious. I was battling the spirit of fear the entire night. The fear from my initial awakening and the fear of death over and over again, hundreds if not thousands of times.
I soaked my head in the ice water all night, getting momentary breaks from the water, and certain I was going to die hundreds of times from a brain hemorrhage, I stood on the hard pavement for hours, I remember Jesus was my legs at one point, I could feel him focusing through me to keep me standing. I continuously soaked my head in the ice water to combat the piercing pain and ballooning sensation in my right temple. Throughout the night, I heard voices speaking to me—some belonging to what I would call demons and others to angels.
The demons tried to instill fear in me, convincing me I was going to die. While the angels offered comfort and reassurance, telling me I would be okay. Despite the torment I endured, I found profound inner strength and refused to give up. I remember squeezing my Celtic cross necklace so hard during this time.
The sun rose on the second day, I had been awake all night, I was beyond exhausted. I don't remember all of the specifics of this time, my awakening was very traumatic, but several hours passed and I remember being told that I needed to grab a book and go outside down the street and sit by a tree. I refused, and Satan said, "Do you want to die?" I said "No," and grabbed a book and went outside and walked down the street to a tree and sat with my back leaned against it.
I read my book for about 10 minutes when two women carrying their babies in slings approached me, and asked me what I was reading. I told them the name of the book, Inner Engineering by Sadghuru, and they said that they were doing a prayer walk, and wanted to share the gospel message with me. I knew this was a divine appointment. This was meant to happen.
They shared the gospel message with me, and then offered to let me join their community of house churches, and gave me the number of one of their husbands so I could call and get connected with them.
I spent the rest of the day relaxing, but was unable to sleep and barely ate anything, and once the night fell, I was in the basement again, soaking my head in ice water. I would often get relief during the days when the sun was out, and then at night, it was a brutal spiritual battle all night in the basement where I was fighting for my life.
On the second day, I was in the kitchen, and I had the right side of my head in the ice water, and was moving my head up to breathe in through my mouth, and then I would tilt my head back down and exhale my entire breath out through my nose. I didn't know what I was doing, I was just listening to guidance from what I believe was the holy spirit.
After around 15-20 minutes of intense exhaling through my nose, a ton of white viscous liquid started coming out of my nose, and filling the bowl, it wasn't painful at all, it was a massive relief, and the excess fluid in my head was somehow being drained out. When the process was done, I remember I felt amazing, incredible actually, like my head was clear of all confusion, and I was so very much alive and conscious.
I went outside and was swinging a stick like a sword and having fun, and I think I got a little overzealous and jumped the fence behind my house, and started going on an adventure. After around 3-5 minutes though, the fluid started building back up, and I had to soak my head in a puddle to keep my brain cool. When I returned home, I went back to the water to soak my head. I still hadn't slept.
That night was brutal, and I was suffering badly, and I remember I was sitting on the dark side of the basement, but I had turned on the lamp. I was sitting on pillows, and I had just been soaking my head in the water. Satan then told me that in order to save the world, I would have to die by popping my third eye. I don't know why I believed him, I didn't have discernment at the time, and I was just following whatever guidance was coming my way, but I know that I had to do that to find my true strength.
I sat for a moment and contemplated. I grabbed a wooden walking stick that was nearby, and I moved it to my forehead, and pushed it into the center of my head as hard as I could until my arms literally gave out. I thought of my mom and sister, and I wanted the world to be free from suffering, but I wasn't meant to die that day. I cried very hard, and I learned that the human skull is very strong. I got up and went back to the ice water, and my forehead was numb.
Eventually, after three days and nights of this suffering, following the path God laid out before me, I reached my complete breaking point. I declared to the spirits that I had had enough. I was done soaking my head in ice water and I slowly and bravely removed my head from the bowl of water.
I was shivering so badly. These weren't just cold shivers, these were spiritual shivers, they shake you to your very core. I felt awful. Those who have been delivered will know what I am speaking about when I saw spiritual shivers. I spread out pillows on the floor, and lay down to rest. As I settled in, I pulled the blanket over me, and I remember I felt the comforting presence of Jesus, he was tucking me in.
I slept for just a few hours and awoke up early on Saturday morning. I remember my head hurt and it felt like the left side of my head was full of fluid. I grabbed the bowl of ice water, and this time, however, I decided to sit outside. The pain in my head was still excruciating, and I thought I might die.
My mother saw me outside, and concerned about my well-being, approached me to check if I was okay. I told her to call the ambulance because I needed help, and she quickly complied. When the paramedics arrived, they took me to the hospital, where I hoped I would receive the medical care I desperately needed, but that wasn't what was in store for me.
I got to the hospital, and the medical establishment, unfortunately, has no empathy or concern for people's mental sufferings. I asked them for water to drink because I was so dehydrated, and they wouldn't give me water.
Then, I got admitted to the hospital, and they finally gave me some juice and a snack, and I was starting to relax, but then a voice came into my head, it was Satan, and he made me think I needed to soak my head in the icewater again and expel the white viscous fluid again, so I started panicking a bit and had them bring me a bowl of ice water, and I began soaking my head.
They had probably never seen anything like what I was doing, and thought I was just crazy, because they basically came after me and tied me to the bed, and forcefully injected me with something to make me calm down or sleep, and then they didn't talk to me at all anymore throughout the night.
I am claustrophobic, so being tied down was absolute torture for me. They left me in the dark hospital room suffering all night, tied to the bed, thinking I was going to die the entire night, and then finally the sun rose on the horizon, and when the nurse came in to draw my blood in the morning, I asked them to request security to release me from the restraints. They have no empathy for people. Something is deeply wrong with the medical system.
Anyways, they finally sent me to an in-patient mental health clinic which is honestly just a warehouse for people to take meds, sleep, and eat, away from society. It was honestly a welcome respite, but there's no therapy available at these places. Which means no real internal healing is taking place for people suffering.
Once I got to the in-patient mental health clinic, I spent the first day mostly just relaxing, but there was a man there that was definitely possessed by a demon. He would be shouting a bunch of biblical verses about the kingdom of God, and a lot more, and then he would be on the floor the next, flailing around, being tortured by a demon. One of the other patients there told me he is being tortured by something, and I see what she means now.
I spent the rest of my time there recovering the best I could, and just taking the meds to calm down, and try to get some sleep, and spent time listening to people's stories. One of the girls there told me that the wound on my forehead from when I pushed the wooden staff into my forehead, looked like a cross, and she was right.
When I got out of the in-patient mental health clinic, I called the number that I had received during my three days and nights dark night of the soul.
I joined their community of house churches, and was studying the Bible with them for several months and meeting with them frequently, and I thought I had found my forever friends. We would go on prayer walks, and I was eventually baptized at a lake, and thought that I had a new life of faith waiting for me with new friends.
They were concerned about my well-being and cared about me, but a small part of me felt like I was being controlled by them too, like they wanted me to conform to all of their beliefs and everything in the Bible as fact, and the word of God, and I have always been very sensitive to manipulation since I was a child, and I could tell they were manipulating me. They never left room for me to be myself, and share my beliefs without condemnation, which is a major red flag.
Recognizing this, I distanced myself from them, and went on my own spiritual journey where I spent months conversing with the spirit world in my backyard. walking in circles. I spoke to God and Satan/Lucifer and was trying to come to understanding why Satan would reject God's will.
After some time, I realized I was just being tortured, and I needed help. I was suffering from a lot, and I needed deliverance. Satan had taken up a seat in my mind because I let him, and I had demons hurting me. I reached out to the Christian group again after several months of being distant from them, and they said there was an opportunity to move in with some Christian brothers and live with them, so I jumped on the opportunity. I was so excited. I was on fire for God.
I got to the house, and moved my stuff in, and then the night fell on the first night, and the enemy was not having it. The demons and Satan were not having it. They did NOT want me living with my brothers in Christ because they knew I was detached from all the boxes of thought control, and I was living in the spirit, wasn't a slave of mind or spirit. They wanted to destroy our relationship, between us, the brothers of Christ, and they did.
I don't remember the exact sequence of events, but I was entirely in the spirit at the time, I was detached from my body in a way, and just following the path laid out before me. I could feel that I needed to go outside and walk the neighborhood as a part of my spiritual path, so I left the house, and walked barefoot throughout the neighborhood.
While walking the neighborhood, I was in full spirit mode, I was communicating with God and Jesus, and they were guiding me on my path. I saw visions of them sitting beside a tree and trimming off rotten fruit, which I think was symbolic of them removing rotten fruit from my mind. I also saw them sweeping out a room and cleaning it, as if symbolic of my mind, and them cleaning my mind and purifying it. I also remember seeing a symbolic vision of myself holding up a golden gemstone encrusted goblet to God.
During that night, I declared war on the principalities of darkness. Against the forces of darkness. I saw skulls in the clouds, and could tell they were communicating with me as they are spirits of the air.
My feet were bloodied from walking around the neighborhood barefoot, I was completely lost all night, I was new to the neighborhood too, and had no idea where I was, so I wandered for hours throughout the night, so hungry, tired, and thirsty, and just physically and mentally exhausted, but I endured. That night made me realize how strong I really am when I let go of everything and trust in God. When I completely become the spirit instead of the body. The human body is incredible and capable of withstanding far more than we know.
Finally, I found my way to the house, and my footsteps were spilling blood on the front porch. The door was locked, and I knocked, and one of the brothers let me in, and I went to my bedroom. I couldn't sleep at all, my mind was very active, it was very similar to when I had my spiritual awakening, I was just unable to sleep because of how active my mind was. I spent the whole night awake.
The next day, I was suffering horrible spiritual attack, my head was in pain and I was holding my head just to feel comfortable, and one of the brothers called a friend of theirs to come and do a deliverance. I remember them being very bold, but gentle... firm, but kind to me, as they expelled some of the demons through prayer. It wasn't a painful deliverance or too exhausting, it was gentle by comparison. I felt much better after the deliverance, hungry and thirsty again, and wanted to nourish my body. I spent the rest of the day relaxing a bit, and listening to the other believers talk about the Bible, and their beliefs.
That night, I was delivered again, and it was awful. My brothers in Christ shouldn't have done the deliverance, but I don't know if I even would have made the rest of the night it if they didn't. I think the holy spirit guided them to do the deliverance, but it went out of control.
I was in my room, suffering deeply, holding my head, and all three brothers who lived there came up to my room to check on me, and pray for me. Their prayers turned into a full blown deliverance, and demons were screaming out of me for around half an hour straight. They were casting them out in the name of Jesus, but it was awful, it's one of my most traumatic memories. I was suffering so badly, and honestly I could tell the demons were suffering so badly, and my brothers in Christ had zero empathy for me.
After speaking with demons, the brothers wanted to speak with me again, so I came to, I asked them for water, and they denied me, and they just continued the deliverance without giving me a break. I had been suffering for around 45 minutes straight, with demons screaming out of me, and I was beyond exhausted, I was so dehydrated, and I just needed to stop. They didn't care, they kept going.
They kept shouting at these demons in the name of Jesus to leave, and eventually after another ten minutes, I realized, nothing was happening, we weren't getting anywhere, the demons weren't coming out, and they asked to speak with me again, and I came to the forefront and regained control, and tried talking to them, but they were gone. The demons had got into them somehow, and they were filled with hatred and revulsion for me. They all had the same facial expression of hatred and revulsion for me.
I went around the room and pleaded with them that it was me, but they didn't believe me, they were gone, checked out, I tried bringing up memories of what had happened between us that were specific to each person to bring them to understanding that it was me, and in fact not a demon speaking, but they thought I was a demon speaking. :(
They all grabbed ahold of me, and pinned me down on the bed, but I knew where this was going, the demons in them were going to flood me with fear and fill me with demons again, and I wasn't going to have that, I wasn't going to let them win.
I flailed out of their grasp, told them to get off me, and ran down the stairs and out of the house. I remember as I was running out, Satan told me, "You are the most free person on the planet."
I ran outside, and even the weight of my clothes felt like too much, I was panicking from the trauma of the deliverance and the attack from my brothers, and I stripped off all my clothes and ran down the alley way in the middle of the night and got away from the house.
There were no light, and no one around, and no one followed me, so I just ran down the alley way, and found an abandoned car to sit on for a few minutes until I got a message from God that it was time to go grab my clothes and put my clothes on.
I put my clothes back on, and started walking away from the house because I needed to get some air. That is when one of the other brother's in Christ, the one that I had called initially to join their community of house churches, was there. I think he was guided by the holy spirit to show up there that night.
Anyways, we walked back to the house, and when we got there, there was a cop car and an ambulance there. I guess the brothers had called for a wellness check on me. They wanted to bring me to the hospital to have me evaluated. I protested, but just wanted them to leave me alone, I went with them, and went to the hospital.
Much to no one's surprise, they did nothing for me at the hospital. They just put me in a room where I waited around for 6-8 hours, until I was finally released. I didn't go back to the brother's house though. When they offered me an uber, I went back to my mom's house. I wasn't going to live with them anymore after what they did to me...
A couple weeks passed and two of the brothers who did the deliverance called me, and wanted to schedule a time to meet up so they could minister to me. They came over to my house, and basically told me that I was still demon possessed, and made me feel like there was something wrong with me, and then when I confronted them and asked them if they had a problem with me, they lied to my face, and said that they didn't have a problem with me.
About a month passed and the last brother that was a part of deliverance contacted me and invited me to go to church with him. I told him how that experience made me feel, how I was claustrophobic from childhood trauma and that being pinned down by everyone was horribly traumatic, and he said, "Do you feel better now?" in a sarcastic tone. He completely dismissed how I felt, that hurt me badly.
I went to church with him once, but never went with him again, I also never reconnected with any of the other brothers, and then my life started to become very spiritual. God had a path of understanding laid out before me that most people will not tread.
I began to try to become friends with demons and minister to them and try to turn them to Christ. I had a lot of visions during this time, and I cried a lot. I would walk around my neighborhood and see visions of demons sitting on top of the apartment buildings.
When I would go home, I would have visions of demons in my basement, and would have to drive them out in the name of Jesus. I would speak to them too, and wait and listen for them to telepathically communicate with me.
I remember I was suffering badly though, and I needed to go to in-patient mental health again for help. I needed the meds and a place where I could rest and relax.
During my time there, I was communicating with a spirit named Jezebel, and during that time I was suffering very badly. I won't get into all of the details, but I was becoming friends with her, and we shared a deep laugh about something that I cannot remember anymore, but I remember the laugh. It felt so good to laugh after suffering so badly.
During my time while I was there I was seeing visions of my own death. I was seeing people suffering from demonic attack and spirits of confusion. They couldn't remember who they were, or who other people were.
I prayed for a woman to be delivered that night in her sleep, and the next day she was bright and fresh and happy, and doing so much better. God performed a miracle on her, and saved her. She was a normal person again after entering the hospital in a complete state of confusion. It was miraculous. I was honestly jealous, because I was suffering so badly, and she was delivered overnight in her sleep in a relaxed way, while my time had been so intense.
While I was there though, I was under heavy attack, but I pulled through, God pulled me through too, but when I got home, the journey wasn't over though. I was in a spiritual state for a while, and was seeing visions. I could rest in my third eye, and see the spirit world. It was exhausting, I saw a lot of demons, and had to drive them out in the name of Jesus.
Then one night, I was downstairs, and I was with Satan, Lilith, and a spirit calling itself Baal. I remember Baal was sitting in the middle in front of the fireplace, and Satan was to my left, and Lilith was to my right.
I don't remember what we spoke about, I just spent time with them, and I drank a beer with them, the air was heavy with demonic energy, and then I remember Lilith went over to Satan and kneeled before him, and grabbed him by the hand tenderly and asked him to turn away from his evil ways.
Satan neither accepted nor refused, and then I remember maybe 5 minutes passed and I was doing a full-blown deliverance on Lilith. I was praying for her, and I could see visions of her on the ground flailing around, it was awful, and I hope she is okay.
I don't know how long after that passed, but I was delivered many times during this phase. I was around demons a lot and they would get into me, and I would have to expel them out through vomiting, and it was excruciating.
Several months passed after that where I was okay, I spent months just relaxing and recovering, playing video games, smoking weed, and just relaxing. It was nice, but it wasn't the end of my journey.
My next journey was against Thoth. While he was a great help at the beginning of my spiritual awakening, he is not a perfect being like God, and he tried to overtake me. It's really hard to explain what he did, but he was viciously attacking me spiritually, and I sought help to go to the in-patient mental health clinic again. That was where I went when things got too spiritually charged. I had Medicaid, so I was able to go as needed.
They didn't send me to in-patient this time though, they sent me to a crisis pivot center, which is basically a residential house that is being used to treat people suffering from mental illness, where you can receive meds and sleep in a sort of half-way house between in-patient mental health and being back in the world at home.
Anyways, I was suffering grotesquely from Thoth, he is a VERY powerful entity, perhaps one of the strongest I have faced, and has been more cruel to me than even Satan, and I remember having a conversation with one of the people working there about how I had asked a false God at the beginning of my spiritual awakening for help to fix my life, and how that had caused a bunch of problems.
Eventually, I realized I was not receiving the care that I needed while at the crisis center, so I had them transfer me to hospital. All I wanted to do was sleep. I had been awake for days, and I just wanted sleep, so I was looking for Ambien when I went to the hospital, and that's what I got.
I remember they had admitted me to the emergency, but it was so full that every room was full, so they had me in the hallway, and I was just exhausted, and in a very tired state, but my third eye was opened, and I could sense spirits around me, and Satan, Lilith, and Jezebel were there for me that night.
They were hovering over my bed, and speaking to me telepathically, and asking me if I was okay, they were genuinely concerned for me, and wanted to know if I was okay. It was kind of shocking to be honest. These entities are not known for being nice in any way, but they were there for me that night, and God let them be there for me that night, instead of Jesus or someone else, which i find interesting.
This moment and seeing Lilith kneel before Satan made me realize that entities that we think are pure evil, are more dynamic than just evil. They may have evil in them, or have the ability to evil actions, but they can also be good and support others, like they did with me when I was in such an exhausted and vulnerable state after being delivered from Thoth.
I made it back home, and some time passed and I was in a very spiritual moment. My third eye was very awakened. It seems to happen in cycles. That night was a blizzard, and the air was heavy with demonic energy. This time it was the demiurge.
I remember I had dozens if not hundreds of demons in my room, and they were swirling above my bed, and I kept trying to lay down because I was so exhausted, and I kept being told to not lay down because I would squish a spirit, so I chose to not lay down.
I was whistling the avatar theme for the spirits to uplift them and make them feel better, and during this time I was being possessed by spirits. The room was heavy with spiritual energy.
So much happened that I don't want to get into, but it all lead to me being outside in the blizzard, in the snow storm, naked, and laying down in the snow. I had to be very cold for some reason while interacting with these demons, to keep them from overtaking me, and I remember I had to leave my house behind entirely.
My mom came outside before I left the house and I could feel demonic energy, evil spirits, all around her. There was a presence of wrath around her, and she was angry with me, because I had flooded the bathroom of the house while trying to get cold in the shower.
I left the house, there was a foot of snow on the ground, and I was naked and wandering down the street. I would check in with what I thought was God every once in a while to figure out what was happening with the demons in my bedroom.
For some reason when I would have a thought it would affect them in my room. That's really complicated to get into, and I don't understand it, but regardless, I wandered down the street and around the corner, and that is when the police got me.
They handcuffed me, and put me in the back of the police cruiser, and I remember telling God that the Matrix has me. The police called an ambulance, and they came to get me, I remember they transferred me to the ambulance, and they covered me with blankets, but I didn't want to be warm, I didn't have any control over this situation.
My body started to shut down, and I was struggling to even breathe, and that's when the demiurge appeared. They started speaking to me, and controlling my body to keep me breathing, and that's when I submitted to them, thinking that I was on my own, and God had abandoned me. I told them to fill me with demons, and that I would become a demon lord.
As I would breathe, I could feel demons entering me, spirits. When I got to the hospital, I was possessed by a lot of spirits, and my body was in agony. It's very hard to explain what it feels like, but just imagine discordant energy in your body that makes you feel awful, and physically hurts.
I struggled the entire night, and was in absolute agony. After 6-8 hours I was recovered and feeling better, they had admitted me to the hospital at this time, so I was able to rest in a room and eat plenty of food and recover.
My experience with the demiurge was really traumatic though, but that wasn't the end of my experiences with him.
... to be continued...

When I was around 13 years old, I was a young stupid teenager, and hanging out with my friends, and we were all saying inflammatory things, and I said, "Yeah, if I turn 30, and I haven't accomplished anything, I'll probably just kill myself." It was an awful thing to say, and I can't believe I said it.
Well, I turned 29, I had probably close to 50 jobs, and had a complete discontentment with my life and civilization, and I was contemplating suicide, and then I had a full-blown spiritual awakening, saw a vision of Jesus and God and Satan, and went through an immense dark night of the soul and personal transformation of the heart.
I just have this verse on my heart right now thinking about it, "Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruits, [Psalm 18:21]" and it just reminds me of what I said when I was a teenager.
I know God heard that and knew that he wasn't going to let me die of suicide. He was watching me the whole time, and he cared about me, and he didn't want to lose me, and I'm weeping as I write this, because I'm so grateful.
Three years ago, I was a 29-year-old man whose life had become defined by isolation. Once curious and engaged with the world in my youth, I had slowly withdrawn into myself from depression, retreating into the comfort of my room in my mother's house. My agnostic atheism left me without a guiding light, and the mundane realities of life, from my dozens of failed jobs to my ongoing struggles with addiction, weighed heavily on my spirit. I found solace instead in the company of strategy games and in the rabbit hole of conspiracies on the internet.
My addictions had become an ever-tightening grip on my life. I found myself reaching for cannabis, alcohol, video games, fast food, and pornography to fill the void that had grown in my heart over the years. My life had become a series of hollow habits, each one leaving me feeling emptier than before. I could no longer deny that something was deeply wrong.
One day, while browsing online, I stumbled upon a post that claimed Thoth, the ancient Egyptian deity of knowledge and wisdom, could help those who asked for his assistance. Intrigued, I wondered if reaching out to Thoth could provide me with the help I needed.
Weeks passed since reading the post, and as I stood in my shower, my thoughts drifted to the crossroads my life seemed to have come to. I asked myself why I was stuck in a cycle of self-destructive behaviors and why I felt such a profound sense of emptiness. The steam from the shower enveloped me as I said aloud, "Thoth, if you are real, I really need your help right now. I don't want to live like this anymore; I don't want to die yet." As I spoke the words, my hand moved from the side of my body, and then to my forehead and heart, while making a hand-sign and I felt at peace.
I was stunned, realizing the hand-sign I had made was eerily similar to ones I had seen in paintings of Jesus. I was stunned but felt an unusual calmness wash over me. As I dried off and dressed, I pondered what had just happened. I went to the full-body mirror in my room, looking at myself. I saw someone I no longer recognized, someone I no longer wanted to be.
Once more, I said, "Thoth, if you are real, will you help me? This isn't who I want to be anymore." I stared at myself in the mirror, and slowly a vision began to form in my eyes. It wasn’t Thoth I saw, but Jesus.
Jesus appeared with long brown hair, a brown beard, brown eyes, and light brown skin. Half of his face was illuminated by light, while the other half was cast in shadow. The vision of Jesus was so vivid that it left me both in awe and at peace. As the vision of him faded, I remember reaching out to him because I didn't want him to go, I could tell he was here to help.
As night fell, I lay in my bed, lost in deep contemplation. I revisited the events of the day, focusing on the vision of Jesus. The clarity of the vision was imprinted on my mind, and I couldn't shake the feeling that it held a deeper meaning. I pondered the nature of good and evil, and how they were intertwined in a complex dance of duality. I found myself questioning whether the traditional view of evil as something to be hated and shunned was truly the right approach. Instead, I began to entertain the idea that perhaps evil people and perhaps even evil itself, could be understood with compassion and empathy, instead of hatred and disgust.
As I continued to ponder, I experienced a peculiar sensation in my head. It was as though something shifted in the center of my brain, around the area of my third eye or pineal gland. There was a slight pop like a tearing or crunching sound, it was not painful, but surprising nonetheless. I then felt a fluid movement from the left hemisphere of my brain to the right hemisphere, using the third eye as a bridge or something. This shift brought me a sense of balance and calmness I had not felt before. I realized I had been living predominantly in the logical part of my brain, instead of emotional side.
As I embraced this newfound state of relaxation, I began to see another vision in my mind. This time, it was God who appeared. God had long white hair, a white beard, and wore white robes and sandals. Then God began dancing, moving with joy and lightheartedness.
Before I could fully process what I was seeing, another figure appeared alongside God. It was Satan, with red skin and horns. Satan seemed curious and playful, attempting to imitate God's dance moves with enthusiasm. The sight of these two seemingly opposing forces dancing together struck me as surreal.
As I watched them dance, I found myself smiling, and really enjoying the moment. Then, my mind wandered to the Russian squat dance, a thought that seemed to come out of nowhere. To my amazement, God began performing the Russian squat dance, his movements precise and fluid. I couldn't help but laugh. It was awesome and hilarious.
Slowly, they both faded away, leaving me in a state of awe and wonder. I realized that my third eye had opened, granting me access to a deeper level of perception and understanding.
I lay in my bed for a few moments, attempting to grasp the profound implications of the vision I had just experienced. The reality of the spiritual world was undeniable now. God, Jesus, Satan, and other spiritual beings were real, their presence deeply embedded within my new understanding. This stark realization overwhelmed me, and I felt an immense fear wash over me, it was like the Eye of Sauron was upon me, or the eye of Satan.
I began pacing frantically around my room, gasping for air as I tried to process the magnitude of my new awareness. My mind felt as if it were on the brink of shattering; I couldn't comprehend what was happening. The very foundation of my reality had shifted, leaving me teetering on the edge of my sanity.
Despite my racing thoughts and heart, I managed to steady myself using deep breathing techniques I had learned in the past from Wim Hof. My frantic pace gradually slowed, and I returned to my bed, trying to make sense of everything.
I deduced that the condition commonly known as schizophrenia might not be what people thought it was. Instead, it could be an individual's heightened sensitivity to the spirit world, a world most people never perceived.
As I lay in bed, still reeling from my panic, I suddenly saw a vision of Satan. He had red skin and horns, and spoke directly to me, expressing admiration for my deduction. Satan confirmed that what I thought was true: many people were speaking to demons, believing themselves to be schizophrenic. This deceptive world was, indeed, a harsh reality.
I tried to take in Satan's words, but a sensation of something being pulled out of me struck me. It felt as though my very soul was being drained from my body. My energy depleted rapidly, and I was overcome by a sense of impending doom. I lost control of my bodily functions, believing that I was moments away from death.
At the moment when I thought I was succumbing to death, I caught sight of an Easter lily I had bought earlier that day, sitting on my desk. The sight of the beautiful lily sparked a powerful desire to live within me. Fueled by a newfound will to survive coursing through me, I leaped out of my bed, and began pacing back and forth in my room once more, gasping for air.
As I walked, I experienced a series of visions featuring characters I admired and found inspiration from—Master Yoda from Star Wars, Aang from Avatar: The Last Airbender, and Neo from The Matrix. I realized that God had shown me these characters because they were a source of moral guidance and strength in my life.
My thoughts then turned to the physical pain I was experiencing. My awareness of the spirit world had heightened significantly, causing my brain to start heating up, and I felt a piercing pain and ballooning sensation near my right temple, which deeply concerned me.
Every time I had a thought, I could feel my brain stem wiggle and I would feel pain in my right temple, so I had to learn to still or quiet my mind. Recognizing that I needed to take action to cool my head and relieve the pain, with a sort of just knowing of what I had to do, I resolved to get a large bowl of ice water and head to the basement.
I quietly left my room so as not to wake my mother, who was sleeping in her room nearby, and ventured downstairs to the basement
At this point you could say I was "possessed" by spirits, Thoth, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit. I was able to rest my consciousness in my third eye, and the Holy Spirit, Thoth, or Jesus could help me and take move my body to keep me alive. There was no way for me to survive without help.
The holy spirit showed me a specific breathing technique to diffuse the energy in my brain by inhaling through my mouth deeply, and then exhaling through my nose in the water. The vibration of exhaling through my nose into the water would cause my brain to feel soothed for a little while, likely stimulating my vagus nerve too, and I believe it was doing something with the fluid in my brain. When I was able to not be at the water, I had to keep pressure on the center of my forehead to rest in my third eye so they could help me.
I remember pacing between the two sections of my basement, and Thoth was helping me breathe just to stay conscious. One half of the basement was bright with light with concrete floors, which is where the bowl of water was, the washer and drier, a sink, and four litter boxes. On the other side of the basement was dark with a carpeted floor and a wood fireplace. The basement's light was painted in the duality of light and dark.
I remained in the basement until the sun rose, soaking my head in icewater, and pacing back and forth between the dark and light rooms because i would become overly sensitive to one particular room, and I was just trying to breathe to stay conscious. I was battling the spirit of fear the entire night. The fear from my initial awakening and the fear of death over and over again, hundreds if not thousands of times.
I soaked my head in the ice water all night, getting momentary breaks from the water, and certain I was going to die hundreds of times from a brain hemorrhage, I stood on the hard pavement for hours, I remember Jesus was my legs at one point, I could feel him focusing through me to keep me standing. I continuously soaked my head in the ice water to combat the piercing pain and ballooning sensation in my right temple. Throughout the night, I heard voices speaking to me—some belonging to what I would call demons and others to angels.
The demons tried to instill fear in me, convincing me I was going to die. While the angels offered comfort and reassurance, telling me I would be okay. Despite the torment I endured, I found profound inner strength and refused to give up. I remember squeezing my Celtic cross necklace so hard during this time.
The sun rose on the second day, I had been awake all night, I was beyond exhausted. I don't remember all of the specifics of this time, my awakening was very traumatic, but several hours passed and I remember being told that I needed to grab a book and go outside down the street and sit by a tree. I refused, and Satan said, "Do you want to die?" I said "No," and grabbed a book and went outside and walked down the street to a tree and sat with my back leaned against it.
I read my book for about 10 minutes when two women carrying their babies in slings approached me, and asked me what I was reading. I told them the name of the book, Inner Engineering by Sadghuru, and they said that they were doing a prayer walk, and wanted to share the gospel message with me. I knew this was a divine appointment. This was meant to happen.
They shared the gospel message with me, and then offered to let me join their community of house churches, and gave me the number of one of their husbands so I could call and get connected with them.
I spent the rest of the day relaxing, but was unable to sleep and barely ate anything, and once the night fell, I was in the basement again, soaking my head in ice water. I would often get relief during the days when the sun was out, and then at night, it was a brutal spiritual battle all night in the basement where I was fighting for my life.
On the second day, I was in the kitchen, and I had the right side of my head in the ice water, and was moving my head up to breathe in through my mouth, and then I would tilt my head back down and exhale my entire breath out through my nose. I didn't know what I was doing, I was just listening to guidance from what I believe was the holy spirit.
After around 15-20 minutes of intense exhaling through my nose, a ton of white viscous liquid started coming out of my nose, and filling the bowl, it wasn't painful at all, it was a massive relief, and the excess fluid in my head was somehow being drained out. When the process was done, I remember I felt amazing, incredible actually, like my head was clear of all confusion, and I was so very much alive and conscious.
I went outside and was swinging a stick like a sword and having fun, and I think I got a little overzealous and jumped the fence behind my house, and started going on an adventure. After around 3-5 minutes though, the fluid started building back up, and I had to soak my head in a puddle to keep my brain cool. When I returned home, I went back to the water to soak my head. I still hadn't slept.
That night was brutal, and I was suffering badly, and I remember I was sitting on the dark side of the basement, but I had turned on the lamp. I was sitting on pillows, and I had just been soaking my head in the water. Satan then told me that in order to save the world, I would have to die by popping my third eye. I don't know why I believed him, I didn't have discernment at the time, and I was just following whatever guidance was coming my way, but I know that I had to do that to find my true strength.
I sat for a moment and contemplated. I grabbed a wooden walking stick that was nearby, and I moved it to my forehead, and pushed it into the center of my head as hard as I could until my arms literally gave out. I thought of my mom and sister, and I wanted the world to be free from suffering, but I wasn't meant to die that day. I cried very hard, and I learned that the human skull is very strong. I got up and went back to the ice water, and my forehead was numb.
Eventually, after three days and nights of this suffering, following the path God laid out before me, I reached my complete breaking point. I declared to the spirits that I had had enough. I was done soaking my head in ice water and I slowly and bravely removed my head from the bowl of water.
I was shivering so badly. These weren't just cold shivers, these were spiritual shivers, they shake you to your very core. I felt awful. Those who have been delivered will know what I am speaking about when I saw spiritual shivers. I spread out pillows on the floor, and lay down to rest. As I settled in, I pulled the blanket over me, and I remember I felt the comforting presence of Jesus, he was tucking me in.
I slept for just a few hours and awoke up early on Saturday morning. I remember my head hurt and it felt like the left side of my head was full of fluid. I grabbed the bowl of ice water, and this time, however, I decided to sit outside. The pain in my head was still excruciating, and I thought I might die.
My mother saw me outside, and concerned about my well-being, approached me to check if I was okay. I told her to call the ambulance because I needed help, and she quickly complied. When the paramedics arrived, they took me to the hospital, where I hoped I would receive the medical care I desperately needed, but that wasn't what was in store for me.
I got to the hospital, and the medical establishment, unfortunately, has no empathy or concern for people's mental sufferings. I asked them for water to drink because I was so dehydrated, and they wouldn't give me water.
Then, I got admitted to the hospital, and they finally gave me some juice and a snack, and I was starting to relax, but then a voice came into my head, it was Satan, and he made me think I needed to soak my head in the icewater again and expel the white viscous fluid again, so I started panicking a bit and had them bring me a bowl of ice water, and I began soaking my head.
They had probably never seen anything like what I was doing, and thought I was just crazy, because they basically came after me and tied me to the bed, and forcefully injected me with something to make me calm down or sleep, and then they didn't talk to me at all anymore throughout the night.
I am claustrophobic, so being tied down was absolute torture for me. They left me in the dark hospital room suffering all night, tied to the bed, thinking I was going to die the entire night, and then finally the sun rose on the horizon, and when the nurse came in to draw my blood in the morning, I asked them to request security to release me from the restraints. They have no empathy for people. Something is deeply wrong with the medical system.
Anyways, they finally sent me to an in-patient mental health clinic which is honestly just a warehouse for people to take meds, sleep, and eat, away from society. It was honestly a welcome respite, but there's no therapy available at these places. Which means no real internal healing is taking place for people suffering.
Once I got to the in-patient mental health clinic, I spent the first day mostly just relaxing, but there was a man there that was definitely possessed by a demon. He would be shouting a bunch of biblical verses about the kingdom of God, and a lot more, and then he would be on the floor the next, flailing around, being tortured by a demon. One of the other patients there told me he is being tortured by something, and I see what she means now.
I spent the rest of my time there recovering the best I could, and just taking the meds to calm down, and try to get some sleep, and spent time listening to people's stories. One of the girls there told me that the wound on my forehead from when I pushed the wooden staff into my forehead, looked like a cross, and she was right.
When I got out of the in-patient mental health clinic, I called the number that I had received during my three days and nights dark night of the soul.
I joined their community of house churches, and was studying the Bible with them for several months and meeting with them frequently, and I thought I had found my forever friends. We would go on prayer walks, and I was eventually baptized at a lake, and thought that I had a new life of faith waiting for me with new friends.
They were concerned about my well-being and cared about me, but a small part of me felt like I was being controlled by them too, like they wanted me to conform to all of their beliefs and everything in the Bible as fact, and the word of God, and I have always been very sensitive to manipulation since I was a child, and I could tell they were manipulating me. They never left room for me to be myself, and share my beliefs without condemnation, which is a major red flag.
Recognizing this, I distanced myself from them, and went on my own spiritual journey where I spent months conversing with the spirit world in my backyard. walking in circles. I spoke to God and Satan/Lucifer and was trying to come to understanding why Satan would reject God's will.
After some time, I realized I was just being tortured, and I needed help. I was suffering from a lot, and I needed deliverance. Satan had taken up a seat in my mind because I let him, and I had demons hurting me. I reached out to the Christian group again after several months of being distant from them, and they said there was an opportunity to move in with some Christian brothers and live with them, so I jumped on the opportunity. I was so excited. I was on fire for God.
I got to the house, and moved my stuff in, and then the night fell on the first night, and the enemy was not having it. The demons and Satan were not having it. They did NOT want me living with my brothers in Christ because they knew I was detached from all the boxes of thought control, and I was living in the spirit, wasn't a slave of mind or spirit. They wanted to destroy our relationship, between us, the brothers of Christ, and they did.
I don't remember the exact sequence of events, but I was entirely in the spirit at the time, I was detached from my body in a way, and just following the path laid out before me. I could feel that I needed to go outside and walk the neighborhood as a part of my spiritual path, so I left the house, and walked barefoot throughout the neighborhood.
While walking the neighborhood, I was in full spirit mode, I was communicating with God and Jesus, and they were guiding me on my path. I saw visions of them sitting beside a tree and trimming off rotten fruit, which I think was symbolic of them removing rotten fruit from my mind. I also saw them sweeping out a room and cleaning it, as if symbolic of my mind, and them cleaning my mind and purifying it. I also remember seeing a symbolic vision of myself holding up a golden gemstone encrusted goblet to God.
During that night, I declared war on the principalities of darkness. Against the forces of darkness. I saw skulls in the clouds, and could tell they were communicating with me as they are spirits of the air.
My feet were bloodied from walking around the neighborhood barefoot, I was completely lost all night, I was new to the neighborhood too, and had no idea where I was, so I wandered for hours throughout the night, so hungry, tired, and thirsty, and just physically and mentally exhausted, but I endured. That night made me realize how strong I really am when I let go of everything and trust in God. When I completely become the spirit instead of the body. The human body is incredible and capable of withstanding far more than we know.
Finally, I found my way to the house, and my footsteps were spilling blood on the front porch. The door was locked, and I knocked, and one of the brothers let me in, and I went to my bedroom. I couldn't sleep at all, my mind was very active, it was very similar to when I had my spiritual awakening, I was just unable to sleep because of how active my mind was. I spent the whole night awake.
The next day, I was suffering horrible spiritual attack, my head was in pain and I was holding my head just to feel comfortable, and one of the brothers called a friend of theirs to come and do a deliverance. I remember them being very bold, but gentle... firm, but kind to me, as they expelled some of the demons through prayer. It wasn't a painful deliverance or too exhausting, it was gentle by comparison. I felt much better after the deliverance, hungry and thirsty again, and wanted to nourish my body. I spent the rest of the day relaxing a bit, and listening to the other believers talk about the Bible, and their beliefs.
That night, I was delivered again, and it was awful. My brothers in Christ shouldn't have done the deliverance, but I don't know if I even would have made the rest of the night it if they didn't. I think the holy spirit guided them to do the deliverance, but it went out of control.
I was in my room, suffering deeply, holding my head, and all three brothers who lived there came up to my room to check on me, and pray for me. Their prayers turned into a full blown deliverance, and demons were screaming out of me for around half an hour straight. They were casting them out in the name of Jesus, but it was awful, it's one of my most traumatic memories. I was suffering so badly, and honestly I could tell the demons were suffering so badly, and my brothers in Christ had zero empathy for me.
After speaking with demons, the brothers wanted to speak with me again, so I came to, I asked them for water, and they denied me, and they just continued the deliverance without giving me a break. I had been suffering for around 45 minutes straight, with demons screaming out of me, and I was beyond exhausted, I was so dehydrated, and I just needed to stop. They didn't care, they kept going.
They kept shouting at these demons in the name of Jesus to leave, and eventually after another ten minutes, I realized, nothing was happening, we weren't getting anywhere, the demons weren't coming out, and they asked to speak with me again, and I came to the forefront and regained control, and tried talking to them, but they were gone. The demons had got into them somehow, and they were filled with hatred and revulsion for me. They all had the same facial expression of hatred and revulsion for me.
I went around the room and pleaded with them that it was me, but they didn't believe me, they were gone, checked out, I tried bringing up memories of what had happened between us that were specific to each person to bring them to understanding that it was me, and in fact not a demon speaking, but they thought I was a demon speaking. :(
They all grabbed ahold of me, and pinned me down on the bed, but I knew where this was going, the demons in them were going to flood me with fear and fill me with demons again, and I wasn't going to have that, I wasn't going to let them win.
I flailed out of their grasp, told them to get off me, and ran down the stairs and out of the house. I remember as I was running out, Satan told me, "You are the most free person on the planet."
I ran outside, and even the weight of my clothes felt like too much, I was panicking from the trauma of the deliverance and the attack from my brothers, and I stripped off all my clothes and ran down the alley way in the middle of the night and got away from the house.
There were no light, and no one around, and no one followed me, so I just ran down the alley way, and found an abandoned car to sit on for a few minutes until I got a message from God that it was time to go grab my clothes and put my clothes on.
I put my clothes back on, and started walking away from the house because I needed to get some air. That is when one of the other brother's in Christ, the one that I had called initially to join their community of house churches, was there. I think he was guided by the holy spirit to show up there that night.
Anyways, we walked back to the house, and when we got there, there was a cop car and an ambulance there. I guess the brothers had called for a wellness check on me. They wanted to bring me to the hospital to have me evaluated. I protested, but just wanted them to leave me alone, I went with them, and went to the hospital.
Much to no one's surprise, they did nothing for me at the hospital. They just put me in a room where I waited around for 6-8 hours, until I was finally released. I didn't go back to the brother's house though. When they offered me an uber, I went back to my mom's house. I wasn't going to live with them anymore after what they did to me...
A couple weeks passed and two of the brothers who did the deliverance called me, and wanted to schedule a time to meet up so they could minister to me. They came over to my house, and basically told me that I was still demon possessed, and made me feel like there was something wrong with me, and then when I confronted them and asked them if they had a problem with me, they lied to my face, and said that they didn't have a problem with me.
About a month passed and the last brother that was a part of deliverance contacted me and invited me to go to church with him. I told him how that experience made me feel, how I was claustrophobic from childhood trauma and that being pinned down by everyone was horribly traumatic, and he said, "Do you feel better now?" in a sarcastic tone. He completely dismissed how I felt, that hurt me badly.
I went to church with him once, but never went with him again, I also never reconnected with any of the other brothers, and then my life started to become very spiritual. God had a path of understanding laid out before me that most people will not tread.
I began to try to become friends with demons and minister to them and try to turn them to Christ. I had a lot of visions during this time, and I cried a lot. I would walk around my neighborhood and see visions of demons sitting on top of the apartment buildings.
When I would go home, I would have visions of demons in my basement, and would have to drive them out in the name of Jesus. I would speak to them too, and wait and listen for them to telepathically communicate with me.
I remember I was suffering badly though, and I needed to go to in-patient mental health again for help. I needed the meds and a place where I could rest and relax.
During my time there, I was communicating with a spirit named Jezebel, and during that time I was suffering very badly. I won't get into all of the details, but I was becoming friends with her, and we shared a deep laugh about something that I cannot remember anymore, but I remember the laugh. It felt so good to laugh after suffering so badly.
During my time while I was there I was seeing visions of my own death. I was seeing people suffering from demonic attack and spirits of confusion. They couldn't remember who they were, or who other people were.
I prayed for a woman to be delivered that night in her sleep, and the next day she was bright and fresh and happy, and doing so much better. God performed a miracle on her, and saved her. She was a normal person again after entering the hospital in a complete state of confusion. It was miraculous. I was honestly jealous, because I was suffering so badly, and she was delivered overnight in her sleep in a relaxed way, while my time had been so intense.
While I was there though, I was under heavy attack, but I pulled through, God pulled me through too, but when I got home, the journey wasn't over though. I was in a spiritual state for a while, and was seeing visions. I could rest in my third eye, and see the spirit world. It was exhausting, I saw a lot of demons, and had to drive them out in the name of Jesus.
Then one night, I was downstairs, and I was with Satan, Lilith, and a spirit calling itself Baal. I remember Baal was sitting in the middle in front of the fireplace, and Satan was to my left, and Lilith was to my right.
I don't remember what we spoke about, I just spent time with them, and I drank a beer with them, the air was heavy with demonic energy, and then I remember Lilith went over to Satan and kneeled before him, and grabbed him by the hand tenderly and asked him to turn away from his evil ways.
Satan neither accepted nor refused, and then I remember maybe 5 minutes passed and I was doing a full-blown deliverance on Lilith. I was praying for her, and I could see visions of her on the ground flailing around, it was awful, and I hope she is okay.
I don't know how long after that passed, but I was delivered many times during this phase. I was around demons a lot and they would get into me, and I would have to expel them out through vomiting, and it was excruciating.
Several months passed after that where I was okay, I spent months just relaxing and recovering, playing video games, smoking weed, and just relaxing. It was nice, but it wasn't the end of my journey.
My next journey was against Thoth. While he was a great help at the beginning of my spiritual awakening, he is not a perfect being like God, and he tried to overtake me. It's really hard to explain what he did, but he was viciously attacking me spiritually, and I sought help to go to the in-patient mental health clinic again. That was where I went when things got too spiritually charged. I had Medicaid, so I was able to go as needed.
They didn't send me to in-patient this time though, they sent me to a crisis pivot center, which is basically a residential house that is being used to treat people suffering from mental illness, where you can receive meds and sleep in a sort of half-way house between in-patient mental health and being back in the world at home.
Anyways, I was suffering grotesquely from Thoth, he is a VERY powerful entity, perhaps one of the strongest I have faced, and has been more cruel to me than even Satan, and I remember having a conversation with one of the people working there about how I had asked a false God at the beginning of my spiritual awakening for help to fix my life, and how that had caused a bunch of problems.
Eventually, I realized I was not receiving the care that I needed while at the crisis center, so I had them transfer me to hospital. All I wanted to do was sleep. I had been awake for days, and I just wanted sleep, so I was looking for Ambien when I went to the hospital, and that's what I got.
I remember they had admitted me to the emergency, but it was so full that every room was full, so they had me in the hallway, and I was just exhausted, and in a very tired state, but my third eye was opened, and I could sense spirits around me, and Satan, Lilith, and Jezebel were there for me that night.
They were hovering over my bed, and speaking to me telepathically, and asking me if I was okay, they were genuinely concerned for me, and wanted to know if I was okay. It was kind of shocking to be honest. These entities are not known for being nice in any way, but they were there for me that night, and God let them be there for me that night, instead of Jesus or someone else, which i find interesting.
This moment and seeing Lilith kneel before Satan made me realize that entities that we think are pure evil, are more dynamic than just evil. They may have evil in them, or have the ability to evil actions, but they can also be good and support others, like they did with me when I was in such an exhausted and vulnerable state after being delivered from Thoth.
I made it back home, and some time passed and I was in a very spiritual moment. My third eye was very awakened. It seems to happen in cycles. That night was a blizzard, and the air was heavy with demonic energy. This time it was the demiurge.
I remember I had dozens if not hundreds of demons in my room, and they were swirling above my bed, and I kept trying to lay down because I was so exhausted, and I kept being told to not lay down because I would squish a spirit, so I chose to not lay down.
I was whistling the avatar theme for the spirits to uplift them and make them feel better, and during this time I was being possessed by spirits. The room was heavy with spiritual energy.
So much happened that I don't want to get into, but it all lead to me being outside in the blizzard, in the snow storm, naked, and laying down in the snow. I had to be very cold for some reason while interacting with these demons, to keep them from overtaking me, and I remember I had to leave my house behind entirely.
My mom came outside before I left the house and I could feel demonic energy, evil spirits, all around her. There was a presence of wrath around her, and she was angry with me, because I had flooded the bathroom of the house while trying to get cold in the shower.
I left the house, there was a foot of snow on the ground, and I was naked and wandering down the street. I would check in with what I thought was God every once in a while to figure out what was happening with the demons in my bedroom.
For some reason when I would have a thought it would affect them in my room. That's really complicated to get into, and I don't understand it, but regardless, I wandered down the street and around the corner, and that is when the police got me.
They handcuffed me, and put me in the back of the police cruiser, and I remember telling God that the Matrix has me. The police called an ambulance, and they came to get me, I remember they transferred me to the ambulance, and they covered me with blankets, but I didn't want to be warm, I didn't have any control over this situation.
My body started to shut down, and I was struggling to even breathe, and that's when the demiurge appeared. They started speaking to me, and controlling my body to keep me breathing, and that's when I submitted to them, thinking that I was on my own, and God had abandoned me. I told them to fill me with demons, and that I would become a demon lord.
As I would breathe, I could feel demons entering me, spirits. When I got to the hospital, I was possessed by a lot of spirits, and my body was in agony. It's very hard to explain what it feels like, but just imagine discordant energy in your body that makes you feel awful, and physically hurts.
I struggled the entire night, and was in absolute agony. After 6-8 hours I was recovered and feeling better, they had admitted me to the hospital at this time, so I was able to rest in a room and eat plenty of food and recover.
My experience with the demiurge was really traumatic though, but that wasn't the end of my experiences with him.
... to be continued...

When I was around 13 years old, I was a young stupid teenager, and hanging out with my friends, and we were all saying inflammatory things, and I said, "Yeah, if I turn 30, and I haven't accomplished anything, I'll probably just kill myself." It was an awful thing to say, and I can't believe I said it.
Well, I turned 29, I had probably close to 50 jobs, and had a complete discontentment with my life and civilization, and I was contemplating suicide, and then I had a full-blown spiritual awakening, saw a vision of Jesus and God and Satan, and went through an immense dark night of the soul and personal transformation of the heart.
I just have this verse on my heart right now thinking about it, "Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruits, [Psalm 18:21]" and it just reminds me of what I said when I was a teenager.
I know God heard that and knew that he wasn't going to let me die of suicide. He was watching me the whole time, and he cared about me, and he didn't want to lose me, and I'm weeping as I write this, because I'm so grateful.
Three years ago, I was a 29-year-old man whose life had become defined by isolation. Once curious and engaged with the world in my youth, I had slowly withdrawn into myself from depression, retreating into the comfort of my room in my mother's house. My agnostic atheism left me without a guiding light, and the mundane realities of life, from my dozens of failed jobs to my ongoing struggles with addiction, weighed heavily on my spirit. I found solace instead in the company of strategy games and in the rabbit hole of conspiracies on the internet.
My addictions had become an ever-tightening grip on my life. I found myself reaching for cannabis, alcohol, video games, fast food, and pornography to fill the void that had grown in my heart over the years. My life had become a series of hollow habits, each one leaving me feeling emptier than before. I could no longer deny that something was deeply wrong.
One day, while browsing online, I stumbled upon a post that claimed Thoth, the ancient Egyptian deity of knowledge and wisdom, could help those who asked for his assistance. Intrigued, I wondered if reaching out to Thoth could provide me with the help I needed.
Weeks passed since reading the post, and as I stood in my shower, my thoughts drifted to the crossroads my life seemed to have come to. I asked myself why I was stuck in a cycle of self-destructive behaviors and why I felt such a profound sense of emptiness. The steam from the shower enveloped me as I said aloud, "Thoth, if you are real, I really need your help right now. I don't want to live like this anymore; I don't want to die yet." As I spoke the words, my hand moved from the side of my body, and then to my forehead and heart, while making a hand-sign and I felt at peace.
I was stunned, realizing the hand-sign I had made was eerily similar to ones I had seen in paintings of Jesus. I was stunned but felt an unusual calmness wash over me. As I dried off and dressed, I pondered what had just happened. I went to the full-body mirror in my room, looking at myself. I saw someone I no longer recognized, someone I no longer wanted to be.
Once more, I said, "Thoth, if you are real, will you help me? This isn't who I want to be anymore." I stared at myself in the mirror, and slowly a vision began to form in my eyes. It wasn’t Thoth I saw, but Jesus.
Jesus appeared with long brown hair, a brown beard, brown eyes, and light brown skin. Half of his face was illuminated by light, while the other half was cast in shadow. The vision of Jesus was so vivid that it left me both in awe and at peace. As the vision of him faded, I remember reaching out to him because I didn't want him to go, I could tell he was here to help.
As night fell, I lay in my bed, lost in deep contemplation. I revisited the events of the day, focusing on the vision of Jesus. The clarity of the vision was imprinted on my mind, and I couldn't shake the feeling that it held a deeper meaning. I pondered the nature of good and evil, and how they were intertwined in a complex dance of duality. I found myself questioning whether the traditional view of evil as something to be hated and shunned was truly the right approach. Instead, I began to entertain the idea that perhaps evil people and perhaps even evil itself, could be understood with compassion and empathy, instead of hatred and disgust.
As I continued to ponder, I experienced a peculiar sensation in my head. It was as though something shifted in the center of my brain, around the area of my third eye or pineal gland. There was a slight pop like a tearing or crunching sound, it was not painful, but surprising nonetheless. I then felt a fluid movement from the left hemisphere of my brain to the right hemisphere, using the third eye as a bridge or something. This shift brought me a sense of balance and calmness I had not felt before. I realized I had been living predominantly in the logical part of my brain, instead of emotional side.
As I embraced this newfound state of relaxation, I began to see another vision in my mind. This time, it was God who appeared. God had long white hair, a white beard, and wore white robes and sandals. Then God began dancing, moving with joy and lightheartedness.
Before I could fully process what I was seeing, another figure appeared alongside God. It was Satan, with red skin and horns. Satan seemed curious and playful, attempting to imitate God's dance moves with enthusiasm. The sight of these two seemingly opposing forces dancing together struck me as surreal.
As I watched them dance, I found myself smiling, and really enjoying the moment. Then, my mind wandered to the Russian squat dance, a thought that seemed to come out of nowhere. To my amazement, God began performing the Russian squat dance, his movements precise and fluid. I couldn't help but laugh. It was awesome and hilarious.
Slowly, they both faded away, leaving me in a state of awe and wonder. I realized that my third eye had opened, granting me access to a deeper level of perception and understanding.
I lay in my bed for a few moments, attempting to grasp the profound implications of the vision I had just experienced. The reality of the spiritual world was undeniable now. God, Jesus, Satan, and other spiritual beings were real, their presence deeply embedded within my new understanding. This stark realization overwhelmed me, and I felt an immense fear wash over me, it was like the Eye of Sauron was upon me, or the eye of Satan.
I began pacing frantically around my room, gasping for air as I tried to process the magnitude of my new awareness. My mind felt as if it were on the brink of shattering; I couldn't comprehend what was happening. The very foundation of my reality had shifted, leaving me teetering on the edge of my sanity.
Despite my racing thoughts and heart, I managed to steady myself using deep breathing techniques I had learned in the past from Wim Hof. My frantic pace gradually slowed, and I returned to my bed, trying to make sense of everything.
I deduced that the condition commonly known as schizophrenia might not be what people thought it was. Instead, it could be an individual's heightened sensitivity to the spirit world, a world most people never perceived.
As I lay in bed, still reeling from my panic, I suddenly saw a vision of Satan. He had red skin and horns, and spoke directly to me, expressing admiration for my deduction. Satan confirmed that what I thought was true: many people were speaking to demons, believing themselves to be schizophrenic. This deceptive world was, indeed, a harsh reality.
I tried to take in Satan's words, but a sensation of something being pulled out of me struck me. It felt as though my very soul was being drained from my body. My energy depleted rapidly, and I was overcome by a sense of impending doom. I lost control of my bodily functions, believing that I was moments away from death.
At the moment when I thought I was succumbing to death, I caught sight of an Easter lily I had bought earlier that day, sitting on my desk. The sight of the beautiful lily sparked a powerful desire to live within me. Fueled by a newfound will to survive coursing through me, I leaped out of my bed, and began pacing back and forth in my room once more, gasping for air.
As I walked, I experienced a series of visions featuring characters I admired and found inspiration from—Master Yoda from Star Wars, Aang from Avatar: The Last Airbender, and Neo from The Matrix. I realized that God had shown me these characters because they were a source of moral guidance and strength in my life.
My thoughts then turned to the physical pain I was experiencing. My awareness of the spirit world had heightened significantly, causing my brain to start heating up, and I felt a piercing pain and ballooning sensation near my right temple, which deeply concerned me.
Every time I had a thought, I could feel my brain stem wiggle and I would feel pain in my right temple, so I had to learn to still or quiet my mind. Recognizing that I needed to take action to cool my head and relieve the pain, with a sort of just knowing of what I had to do, I resolved to get a large bowl of ice water and head to the basement.
I quietly left my room so as not to wake my mother, who was sleeping in her room nearby, and ventured downstairs to the basement
At this point you could say I was "possessed" by spirits, Thoth, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit. I was able to rest my consciousness in my third eye, and the Holy Spirit, Thoth, or Jesus could help me and take move my body to keep me alive. There was no way for me to survive without help.
The holy spirit showed me a specific breathing technique to diffuse the energy in my brain by inhaling through my mouth deeply, and then exhaling through my nose in the water. The vibration of exhaling through my nose into the water would cause my brain to feel soothed for a little while, likely stimulating my vagus nerve too, and I believe it was doing something with the fluid in my brain. When I was able to not be at the water, I had to keep pressure on the center of my forehead to rest in my third eye so they could help me.
I remember pacing between the two sections of my basement, and Thoth was helping me breathe just to stay conscious. One half of the basement was bright with light with concrete floors, which is where the bowl of water was, the washer and drier, a sink, and four litter boxes. On the other side of the basement was dark with a carpeted floor and a wood fireplace. The basement's light was painted in the duality of light and dark.
I remained in the basement until the sun rose, soaking my head in icewater, and pacing back and forth between the dark and light rooms because i would become overly sensitive to one particular room, and I was just trying to breathe to stay conscious. I was battling the spirit of fear the entire night. The fear from my initial awakening and the fear of death over and over again, hundreds if not thousands of times.
I soaked my head in the ice water all night, getting momentary breaks from the water, and certain I was going to die hundreds of times from a brain hemorrhage, I stood on the hard pavement for hours, I remember Jesus was my legs at one point, I could feel him focusing through me to keep me standing. I continuously soaked my head in the ice water to combat the piercing pain and ballooning sensation in my right temple. Throughout the night, I heard voices speaking to me—some belonging to what I would call demons and others to angels.
The demons tried to instill fear in me, convincing me I was going to die. While the angels offered comfort and reassurance, telling me I would be okay. Despite the torment I endured, I found profound inner strength and refused to give up. I remember squeezing my Celtic cross necklace so hard during this time.
The sun rose on the second day, I had been awake all night, I was beyond exhausted. I don't remember all of the specifics of this time, my awakening was very traumatic, but several hours passed and I remember being told that I needed to grab a book and go outside down the street and sit by a tree. I refused, and Satan said, "Do you want to die?" I said "No," and grabbed a book and went outside and walked down the street to a tree and sat with my back leaned against it.
I read my book for about 10 minutes when two women carrying their babies in slings approached me, and asked me what I was reading. I told them the name of the book, Inner Engineering by Sadghuru, and they said that they were doing a prayer walk, and wanted to share the gospel message with me. I knew this was a divine appointment. This was meant to happen.
They shared the gospel message with me, and then offered to let me join their community of house churches, and gave me the number of one of their husbands so I could call and get connected with them.
I spent the rest of the day relaxing, but was unable to sleep and barely ate anything, and once the night fell, I was in the basement again, soaking my head in ice water. I would often get relief during the days when the sun was out, and then at night, it was a brutal spiritual battle all night in the basement where I was fighting for my life.
On the second day, I was in the kitchen, and I had the right side of my head in the ice water, and was moving my head up to breathe in through my mouth, and then I would tilt my head back down and exhale my entire breath out through my nose. I didn't know what I was doing, I was just listening to guidance from what I believe was the holy spirit.
After around 15-20 minutes of intense exhaling through my nose, a ton of white viscous liquid started coming out of my nose, and filling the bowl, it wasn't painful at all, it was a massive relief, and the excess fluid in my head was somehow being drained out. When the process was done, I remember I felt amazing, incredible actually, like my head was clear of all confusion, and I was so very much alive and conscious.
I went outside and was swinging a stick like a sword and having fun, and I think I got a little overzealous and jumped the fence behind my house, and started going on an adventure. After around 3-5 minutes though, the fluid started building back up, and I had to soak my head in a puddle to keep my brain cool. When I returned home, I went back to the water to soak my head. I still hadn't slept.
That night was brutal, and I was suffering badly, and I remember I was sitting on the dark side of the basement, but I had turned on the lamp. I was sitting on pillows, and I had just been soaking my head in the water. Satan then told me that in order to save the world, I would have to die by popping my third eye. I don't know why I believed him, I didn't have discernment at the time, and I was just following whatever guidance was coming my way, but I know that I had to do that to find my true strength.
I sat for a moment and contemplated. I grabbed a wooden walking stick that was nearby, and I moved it to my forehead, and pushed it into the center of my head as hard as I could until my arms literally gave out. I thought of my mom and sister, and I wanted the world to be free from suffering, but I wasn't meant to die that day. I cried very hard, and I learned that the human skull is very strong. I got up and went back to the ice water, and my forehead was numb.
Eventually, after three days and nights of this suffering, following the path God laid out before me, I reached my complete breaking point. I declared to the spirits that I had had enough. I was done soaking my head in ice water and I slowly and bravely removed my head from the bowl of water.
I was shivering so badly. These weren't just cold shivers, these were spiritual shivers, they shake you to your very core. I felt awful. Those who have been delivered will know what I am speaking about when I saw spiritual shivers. I spread out pillows on the floor, and lay down to rest. As I settled in, I pulled the blanket over me, and I remember I felt the comforting presence of Jesus, he was tucking me in.
I slept for just a few hours and awoke up early on Saturday morning. I remember my head hurt and it felt like the left side of my head was full of fluid. I grabbed the bowl of ice water, and this time, however, I decided to sit outside. The pain in my head was still excruciating, and I thought I might die.
My mother saw me outside, and concerned about my well-being, approached me to check if I was okay. I told her to call the ambulance because I needed help, and she quickly complied. When the paramedics arrived, they took me to the hospital, where I hoped I would receive the medical care I desperately needed, but that wasn't what was in store for me.
I got to the hospital, and the medical establishment, unfortunately, has no empathy or concern for people's mental sufferings. I asked them for water to drink because I was so dehydrated, and they wouldn't give me water.
Then, I got admitted to the hospital, and they finally gave me some juice and a snack, and I was starting to relax, but then a voice came into my head, it was Satan, and he made me think I needed to soak my head in the icewater again and expel the white viscous fluid again, so I started panicking a bit and had them bring me a bowl of ice water, and I began soaking my head.
They had probably never seen anything like what I was doing, and thought I was just crazy, because they basically came after me and tied me to the bed, and forcefully injected me with something to make me calm down or sleep, and then they didn't talk to me at all anymore throughout the night.
I am claustrophobic, so being tied down was absolute torture for me. They left me in the dark hospital room suffering all night, tied to the bed, thinking I was going to die the entire night, and then finally the sun rose on the horizon, and when the nurse came in to draw my blood in the morning, I asked them to request security to release me from the restraints. They have no empathy for people. Something is deeply wrong with the medical system.
Anyways, they finally sent me to an in-patient mental health clinic which is honestly just a warehouse for people to take meds, sleep, and eat, away from society. It was honestly a welcome respite, but there's no therapy available at these places. Which means no real internal healing is taking place for people suffering.
Once I got to the in-patient mental health clinic, I spent the first day mostly just relaxing, but there was a man there that was definitely possessed by a demon. He would be shouting a bunch of biblical verses about the kingdom of God, and a lot more, and then he would be on the floor the next, flailing around, being tortured by a demon. One of the other patients there told me he is being tortured by something, and I see what she means now.
I spent the rest of my time there recovering the best I could, and just taking the meds to calm down, and try to get some sleep, and spent time listening to people's stories. One of the girls there told me that the wound on my forehead from when I pushed the wooden staff into my forehead, looked like a cross, and she was right.
When I got out of the in-patient mental health clinic, I called the number that I had received during my three days and nights dark night of the soul.
I joined their community of house churches, and was studying the Bible with them for several months and meeting with them frequently, and I thought I had found my forever friends. We would go on prayer walks, and I was eventually baptized at a lake, and thought that I had a new life of faith waiting for me with new friends.
They were concerned about my well-being and cared about me, but a small part of me felt like I was being controlled by them too, like they wanted me to conform to all of their beliefs and everything in the Bible as fact, and the word of God, and I have always been very sensitive to manipulation since I was a child, and I could tell they were manipulating me. They never left room for me to be myself, and share my beliefs without condemnation, which is a major red flag.
Recognizing this, I distanced myself from them, and went on my own spiritual journey where I spent months conversing with the spirit world in my backyard. walking in circles. I spoke to God and Satan/Lucifer and was trying to come to understanding why Satan would reject God's will.
After some time, I realized I was just being tortured, and I needed help. I was suffering from a lot, and I needed deliverance. Satan had taken up a seat in my mind because I let him, and I had demons hurting me. I reached out to the Christian group again after several months of being distant from them, and they said there was an opportunity to move in with some Christian brothers and live with them, so I jumped on the opportunity. I was so excited. I was on fire for God.
I got to the house, and moved my stuff in, and then the night fell on the first night, and the enemy was not having it. The demons and Satan were not having it. They did NOT want me living with my brothers in Christ because they knew I was detached from all the boxes of thought control, and I was living in the spirit, wasn't a slave of mind or spirit. They wanted to destroy our relationship, between us, the brothers of Christ, and they did.
I don't remember the exact sequence of events, but I was entirely in the spirit at the time, I was detached from my body in a way, and just following the path laid out before me. I could feel that I needed to go outside and walk the neighborhood as a part of my spiritual path, so I left the house, and walked barefoot throughout the neighborhood.
While walking the neighborhood, I was in full spirit mode, I was communicating with God and Jesus, and they were guiding me on my path. I saw visions of them sitting beside a tree and trimming off rotten fruit, which I think was symbolic of them removing rotten fruit from my mind. I also saw them sweeping out a room and cleaning it, as if symbolic of my mind, and them cleaning my mind and purifying it. I also remember seeing a symbolic vision of myself holding up a golden gemstone encrusted goblet to God.
During that night, I declared war on the principalities of darkness. Against the forces of darkness. I saw skulls in the clouds, and could tell they were communicating with me as they are spirits of the air.
My feet were bloodied from walking around the neighborhood barefoot, I was completely lost all night, I was new to the neighborhood too, and had no idea where I was, so I wandered for hours throughout the night, so hungry, tired, and thirsty, and just physically and mentally exhausted, but I endured. That night made me realize how strong I really am when I let go of everything and trust in God. When I completely become the spirit instead of the body. The human body is incredible and capable of withstanding far more than we know.
Finally, I found my way to the house, and my footsteps were spilling blood on the front porch. The door was locked, and I knocked, and one of the brothers let me in, and I went to my bedroom. I couldn't sleep at all, my mind was very active, it was very similar to when I had my spiritual awakening, I was just unable to sleep because of how active my mind was. I spent the whole night awake.
The next day, I was suffering horrible spiritual attack, my head was in pain and I was holding my head just to feel comfortable, and one of the brothers called a friend of theirs to come and do a deliverance. I remember them being very bold, but gentle... firm, but kind to me, as they expelled some of the demons through prayer. It wasn't a painful deliverance or too exhausting, it was gentle by comparison. I felt much better after the deliverance, hungry and thirsty again, and wanted to nourish my body. I spent the rest of the day relaxing a bit, and listening to the other believers talk about the Bible, and their beliefs.
That night, I was delivered again, and it was awful. My brothers in Christ shouldn't have done the deliverance, but I don't know if I even would have made the rest of the night it if they didn't. I think the holy spirit guided them to do the deliverance, but it went out of control.
I was in my room, suffering deeply, holding my head, and all three brothers who lived there came up to my room to check on me, and pray for me. Their prayers turned into a full blown deliverance, and demons were screaming out of me for around half an hour straight. They were casting them out in the name of Jesus, but it was awful, it's one of my most traumatic memories. I was suffering so badly, and honestly I could tell the demons were suffering so badly, and my brothers in Christ had zero empathy for me.
After speaking with demons, the brothers wanted to speak with me again, so I came to, I asked them for water, and they denied me, and they just continued the deliverance without giving me a break. I had been suffering for around 45 minutes straight, with demons screaming out of me, and I was beyond exhausted, I was so dehydrated, and I just needed to stop. They didn't care, they kept going.
They kept shouting at these demons in the name of Jesus to leave, and eventually after another ten minutes, I realized, nothing was happening, we weren't getting anywhere, the demons weren't coming out, and they asked to speak with me again, and I came to the forefront and regained control, and tried talking to them, but they were gone. The demons had got into them somehow, and they were filled with hatred and revulsion for me. They all had the same facial expression of hatred and revulsion for me.
I went around the room and pleaded with them that it was me, but they didn't believe me, they were gone, checked out, I tried bringing up memories of what had happened between us that were specific to each person to bring them to understanding that it was me, and in fact not a demon speaking, but they thought I was a demon speaking. :(
They all grabbed ahold of me, and pinned me down on the bed, but I knew where this was going, the demons in them were going to flood me with fear and fill me with demons again, and I wasn't going to have that, I wasn't going to let them win.
I flailed out of their grasp, told them to get off me, and ran down the stairs and out of the house. I remember as I was running out, Satan told me, "You are the most free person on the planet."
I ran outside, and even the weight of my clothes felt like too much, I was panicking from the trauma of the deliverance and the attack from my brothers, and I stripped off all my clothes and ran down the alley way in the middle of the night and got away from the house.
There were no light, and no one around, and no one followed me, so I just ran down the alley way, and found an abandoned car to sit on for a few minutes until I got a message from God that it was time to go grab my clothes and put my clothes on.
I put my clothes back on, and started walking away from the house because I needed to get some air. That is when one of the other brother's in Christ, the one that I had called initially to join their community of house churches, was there. I think he was guided by the holy spirit to show up there that night.
Anyways, we walked back to the house, and when we got there, there was a cop car and an ambulance there. I guess the brothers had called for a wellness check on me. They wanted to bring me to the hospital to have me evaluated. I protested, but just wanted them to leave me alone, I went with them, and went to the hospital.
Much to no one's surprise, they did nothing for me at the hospital. They just put me in a room where I waited around for 6-8 hours, until I was finally released. I didn't go back to the brother's house though. When they offered me an uber, I went back to my mom's house. I wasn't going to live with them anymore after what they did to me...
A couple weeks passed and two of the brothers who did the deliverance called me, and wanted to schedule a time to meet up so they could minister to me. They came over to my house, and basically told me that I was still demon possessed, and made me feel like there was something wrong with me, and then when I confronted them and asked them if they had a problem with me, they lied to my face, and said that they didn't have a problem with me.
About a month passed and the last brother that was a part of deliverance contacted me and invited me to go to church with him. I told him how that experience made me feel, how I was claustrophobic from childhood trauma and that being pinned down by everyone was horribly traumatic, and he said, "Do you feel better now?" in a sarcastic tone. He completely dismissed how I felt, that hurt me badly.
I went to church with him once, but never went with him again, I also never reconnected with any of the other brothers, and then my life started to become very spiritual. God had a path of understanding laid out before me that most people will not tread.
I began to try to become friends with demons and minister to them and try to turn them to Christ. I had a lot of visions during this time, and I cried a lot. I would walk around my neighborhood and see visions of demons sitting on top of the apartment buildings.
When I would go home, I would have visions of demons in my basement, and would have to drive them out in the name of Jesus. I would speak to them too, and wait and listen for them to telepathically communicate with me.
I remember I was suffering badly though, and I needed to go to in-patient mental health again for help. I needed the meds and a place where I could rest and relax.
During my time there, I was communicating with a spirit named Jezebel, and during that time I was suffering very badly. I won't get into all of the details, but I was becoming friends with her, and we shared a deep laugh about something that I cannot remember anymore, but I remember the laugh. It felt so good to laugh after suffering so badly.
During my time while I was there I was seeing visions of my own death. I was seeing people suffering from demonic attack and spirits of confusion. They couldn't remember who they were, or who other people were.
I prayed for a woman to be delivered that night in her sleep, and the next day she was bright and fresh and happy, and doing so much better. God performed a miracle on her, and saved her. She was a normal person again after entering the hospital in a complete state of confusion. It was miraculous. I was honestly jealous, because I was suffering so badly, and she was delivered overnight in her sleep in a relaxed way, while my time had been so intense.
While I was there though, I was under heavy attack, but I pulled through, God pulled me through too, but when I got home, the journey wasn't over though. I was in a spiritual state for a while, and was seeing visions. I could rest in my third eye, and see the spirit world. It was exhausting, I saw a lot of demons, and had to drive them out in the name of Jesus.
Then one night, I was downstairs, and I was with Satan, Lilith, and a spirit calling itself Baal. I remember Baal was sitting in the middle in front of the fireplace, and Satan was to my left, and Lilith was to my right.
I don't remember what we spoke about, I just spent time with them, and I drank a beer with them, the air was heavy with demonic energy, and then I remember Lilith went over to Satan and kneeled before him, and grabbed him by the hand tenderly and asked him to turn away from his evil ways.
Satan neither accepted nor refused, and then I remember maybe 5 minutes passed and I was doing a full-blown deliverance on Lilith. I was praying for her, and I could see visions of her on the ground flailing around, it was awful, and I hope she is okay.
I don't know how long after that passed, but I was delivered many times during this phase. I was around demons a lot and they would get into me, and I would have to expel them out through vomiting, and it was excruciating.
Several months passed after that where I was okay, I spent months just relaxing and recovering, playing video games, smoking weed, and just relaxing. It was nice, but it wasn't the end of my journey.
My next journey was against Thoth. While he was a great help at the beginning of my spiritual awakening, he is not a perfect being like God, and he tried to overtake me. It's really hard to explain what he did, but he was viciously attacking me spiritually, and I sought help to go to the in-patient mental health clinic again. That was where I went when things got too spiritually charged. I had Medicaid, so I was able to go as needed.
They didn't send me to in-patient this time though, they sent me to a crisis pivot center, which is basically a residential house that is being used to treat people suffering from mental illness, where you can receive meds and sleep in a sort of half-way house between in-patient mental health and being back in the world at home.
Anyways, I was suffering grotesquely from Thoth, he is a VERY powerful entity, perhaps one of the strongest I have faced, and has been more cruel to me than even Satan, and I remember having a conversation with one of the people working there about how I had asked a false God at the beginning of my spiritual awakening for help to fix my life, and how that had caused a bunch of problems.
Eventually, I realized I was not receiving the care that I needed while at the crisis center, so I had them transfer me to hospital. All I wanted to do was sleep. I had been awake for days, and I just wanted sleep, so I was looking for Ambien when I went to the hospital, and that's what I got.
I remember they had admitted me to the emergency, but it was so full that every room was full, so they had me in the hallway, and I was just exhausted, and in a very tired state, but my third eye was opened, and I could sense spirits around me, and Satan, Lilith, and Jezebel were there for me that night.
They were hovering over my bed, and speaking to me telepathically, and asking me if I was okay, they were genuinely concerned for me, and wanted to know if I was okay. It was kind of shocking to be honest. These entities are not known for being nice in any way, but they were there for me that night, and God let them be there for me that night, instead of Jesus or someone else, which i find interesting.
This moment and seeing Lilith kneel before Satan made me realize that entities that we think are pure evil, are more dynamic than just evil. They may have evil in them, or have the ability to evil actions, but they can also be good and support others, like they did with me when I was in such an exhausted and vulnerable state after being delivered from Thoth.
I made it back home, and some time passed and I was in a very spiritual moment. My third eye was very awakened. It seems to happen in cycles. That night was a blizzard, and the air was heavy with demonic energy. This time it was the demiurge.
I remember I had dozens if not hundreds of demons in my room, and they were swirling above my bed, and I kept trying to lay down because I was so exhausted, and I kept being told to not lay down because I would squish a spirit, so I chose to not lay down.
I was whistling the avatar theme for the spirits to uplift them and make them feel better, and during this time I was being possessed by spirits. The room was heavy with spiritual energy.
So much happened that I don't want to get into, but it all lead to me being outside in the blizzard, in the snow storm, naked, and laying down in the snow. I had to be very cold for some reason while interacting with these demons, to keep them from overtaking me, and I remember I had to leave my house behind entirely.
My mom came outside before I left the house and I could feel demonic energy, evil spirits, all around her. There was a presence of wrath around her, and she was angry with me, because I had flooded the bathroom of the house while trying to get cold in the shower.
I left the house, there was a foot of snow on the ground, and I was naked and wandering down the street. I would check in with what I thought was God every once in a while to figure out what was happening with the demons in my bedroom.
For some reason when I would have a thought it would affect them in my room. That's really complicated to get into, and I don't understand it, but regardless, I wandered down the street and around the corner, and that is when the police got me.
They handcuffed me, and put me in the back of the police cruiser, and I remember telling God that the Matrix has me. The police called an ambulance, and they came to get me, I remember they transferred me to the ambulance, and they covered me with blankets, but I didn't want to be warm, I didn't have any control over this situation.
My body started to shut down, and I was struggling to even breathe, and that's when the demiurge appeared. They started speaking to me, and controlling my body to keep me breathing, and that's when I submitted to them, thinking that I was on my own, and God had abandoned me. I told them to fill me with demons, and that I would become a demon lord.
As I would breathe, I could feel demons entering me, spirits. When I got to the hospital, I was possessed by a lot of spirits, and my body was in agony. It's very hard to explain what it feels like, but just imagine discordant energy in your body that makes you feel awful, and physically hurts.
I struggled the entire night, and was in absolute agony. After 6-8 hours I was recovered and feeling better, they had admitted me to the hospital at this time, so I was able to rest in a room and eat plenty of food and recover.
My experience with the demiurge was really traumatic though, but that wasn't the end of my experiences with him.
... to be continued...

There is an Arab reality show called Qesma w Naseeb, which basically gathers men and women on a secluded island to find true love.
I don't watch it, but I see a lot of clips on Tiktok. I noticed for a while this dude was trying to get with this girl, and she was kinda giving him a shot but really not too into him. You can tell she didn't respect him much and belittled him few times. Honestly it reminded me of few interactions in the past when I try to go for someone. I immediately knew it was because of his height but didn't hear her say that in the show.
She then finally tells the shorter guy she is not interested and basically goes for the tall dude. This tall dude literally calls her the wrong name on the show (yara instead of lara), yet she stays with him.
I got invested because I wanted to find a scene where she indicates what she not likes about him. So I go back and start searching only to find the scene where basically her girlfriend is trying to convince her that he is cute, then she goes well why don't you take him, and she respond that he is shorter than her. She basically says well thats exactly why I am not feeling it with him (although she is shorter than him)
When I finally found that scene I laughed, because I knew just from those belittling looks that thats what the girl didn't like. I saw myself in this dude.
For those that understand Arabic:
The tall dude: https://www.youtube.com/shorts/lmmEFtSmCVE The short dude: https://www.youtube.com/shorts/ittwKEE5vF8

She has posted 42 stories on Instagram about this man, pinned a video on IG and reposted the video that got her banned on her 4/4 account, does she get he's not picking her? She's getting dragggged in her comments and I'm living for it.
It absolutely disgusts me that she is taking his side. She should be the first dumb bitch to know that EVEN IF he didn't lay his hands on her, the video most of us have seen of him screaming, claiming he'll "give her something to flinch about" is abuse. It's threatening, it's mockery, it's gross, and I hope every woman continues to bring up how disappointed his daughter would be (may her beautiful soul rest so easy).
She's such a psycho ass bitch and I hope this is the thing that gets her "canceled". Rot in hell, Aaryn. You'd keep more friendships if you supported women as much as you rode that mans cock.

I'm 34 year old woman from Yemen, but I live in Qatar and I'm looking a friend or someone who make me smile. I can be shy and quiet at first, but once I get comfortable I can talk a lot. I guess what I'm hoping from this is a long term friend. Male or female doesn't matter. Location doesn't matter too.
I only want to talk to open minded people and I'm hoping to find people to do video/voice call.
I am LGBTQ+ friendly so everyone welcome, but please only adult people 25-39 age range and I reply to 7 months old account and older so no new account, no empty account & no nsfw stuff.
If I didn't reply, do not harass me, please leave me alone and inapropriate messages, inapropriare accounts and harassment will get you blocked.
I'm so sorry

I'm 34 year old woman from Yemen, but I live in Qatar and I'm looking a friend or someone who make me smile. I can be shy and quiet at first, but once I get comfortable I can talk a lot. I guess what I'm hoping from this is a long term friend. Male or female doesn't matter. Location doesn't matter too.
I only want to talk to open minded people and I'm hoping to find people to do video/voice call.
I am LGBTQ+ friendly so everyone welcome, but please only adult people 25-39 age range and I reply to 7 months old account and older so no new account, no empty account & no nsfw stuff.
If I didn't reply, do not harass me, please leave me alone and inapropriate messages, inapropriare accounts and harassment will get you blocked.
I'm so sorry

Part 1, To Hone Ones Skill:
With the thunderous clash of steel against wood and leather against stone. The shifting and moving clash between two young fighters was well and truly underway in the castles sparring right.
"Don't give em an inch Elisan!" A spectator on the sidelines yelled out loudly with a cheer. It quickly followed up by another person. "Get her Vincent! You got this!" Other whoops and hollars could be heard amongst the dozen or so heavily armed and armored spectators on the side of the ring as the two young fighters danced in their clashing thunderous dance.
"Yield Vincent! It's futile!" The young Elisan called forth with vigor. She was a young and stout woman. A half elf that was the result of a one night stand gone wrong. While she did wear a helmet. Around the back of her neck a long set of golden hair with a slight red tint poked out. It contrasting well against her soft tanned skin.
"Not a chance El! Not till I win!" Vincent, her opponent fiercely clashing and lashing out with a set of strikes that would make most women crumple. Elisan however wasn't most. While she might be young and Vincent easily was stronger than her. The young woman had been spending a majority of her time practicing with a longsword and shield to great effect.
"Your funeral!" Elisan said as she deflected the last strike of his set before lashing forth with the training blade. It lunging past Vincent's face and making his cocky grin instantly change to anger. The duo had been in a rivalry for months now about which was the better of the two. Elisan had been notorious amongst their order for her resilience and determination while Vincent was known even beyond the orders influence for his speed and powerful strikes. They were evenly matched in just about every aspect.
As both blocked, parried, and defended against each other's strikes. The thudding and loud foot steps of an all too familiar set of boots drew down the main steps of the keep towards the ring. Many of the heavily armed men and women of the order stepping aside to clear a path for a very old half elf. His name, Moderon. He was the leader of their order and the current Primark of their order. A valued and respected position by all.
"That's enough!" His thunderous tone boomed just as the dueling duo clashed blades. Both immediately stopping and turning to face him. Both bowing their heads. "This constant rivalry in our ranks has gone on long enough. You both have dedicated so much effort into fighting one another. You have forgotten your lessons."
He would place a hand on the wooden railing of the fence before vaulting over with ease. The ease someone 176 years old shouldn't possess. "If you two insist on fighting your own. Then you shall fight me." His stout tone growled as he raised a hand towards the keep. The Order Crown, a helmet passed down from warrior to warrior in the order flying from its perch and out the open front door of the keep to him. His hand catching it with ease before he slipped it on.
"Sir. This is merely a playful disagreement." Elisan said from her bowed state before Vincent added. "it's true sir. We are only joking." But before either could continue. The hard and tough love of their mentor and leader rang true as he drew his mace and lashed out with speed despite his heavy armor. The first strike lashing out towards Elisan. The woman just barely being able to raise her shield to block the impact. It sending her tumbling back ten feet into the wooden railing. It cracking against her breast plate and what sounded like a fractured rib.
Next it was Vincent's turn. And despite the well known speed and power of the man. He was no match as their mentor side stepped the attack before punching into Vincent's exposed face. Sending him flat on his back. "You are both growing slow and complacent in this world. You." He said before turning to Elisan. "Have forgotten your foot work in favor of aggression. And you." He shot his gaze back just as Vincent lashed out from his prone place at his mentors ankle. Only for him to raise his foot and stomp down on the blade. His armored boot pinning it to the stone floor of the castle.
"You have forgotten your helmet. Your defense and most important piece of armor. One bad strike to the face or neck. And you'll end up like your father." He growled down at the young man as Elisan lashed out with her practice sword against her mentor from behind. His heavily armored form absorbing the blades blows and even a thrust attempt due to the chainmail in between plates.
He would turn sharply towards her and with one last of his own shield. He sent her blade flying into the air out of her grasp. Leaving the panting woman weaponless. "I grow tired of this." Their mentor finally growled out after observation both of them for a moment.
"I am due to leave this place in a decades time. And you two are forgetting the years I've taken of my life. Of this orders time to train you. And for what?" He scowled before saying. "You both have lots to learn on your own...you both have potential. All of you do." He boomed the last bit after everyone had gone silent due to his easy win. "But I shall not accept from you nor anyone here infighting. Training is one thing but this has grown beyond that. I have seen rivalry turn to jealousy too much. I will not tolerate it."
Both Elisan and Vincent would bow their heads and would both mutually apologize. "If you two wish to truly fight so much. Take a tenth of the energy you have spent in this ring and slay the enemies of our order. You'll surprise not only everyone else. But yourselves as well." With that he would hang up his mace and would vault back over the railing.
"Missions have been posted!" He said with one last thunderous boom as he departed back up the 23 steps to the keeps doors.

‘[W]e have no opinion on the Arab-Arab conflicts, like your border disagreement with Kuwait.’ -April Glaspie ambassador of the United States of America to Iraq.

The Gulf War has always stood out to me as one of the most transparent cause and effect cases in geopolitics. Reagan supported Iraq's aggressive actions against Iran, forced Iraq into an inconclusive peace, did nothing to stop Kuwait or the Saudis from overproducing Oil which had fallen 2/3s from 1980 levels and was 60% of the Iraqi economy, gave Saddam Hussein the same signals they had given prior to the invasion of Iran, and were then outraged when the country that had admitted to overproducing oil by 700,000 barrels and conducted economic warfare against Iraq had military action taken against it.
But the point of the Gulf war was never about fairness or "international law" as its defenders whined, it was always political between 1989 and 1990, unemployment increased by 3 million, inflation continued to increase, and the recession continually worsened. Bush and his corrupt cronies who had bypassed congress to sell weapons to our enemies to fund terrorists in Nicaragua, were increasingly aware that they had nothing to offer anyone with even the slightest hint of intellect or decency.
So what if they had to destroy hospitals, schools, and bomb shelters and slaughter babies in their cribs? Bush was more than willing to make Iraq a fourth world country if it meant getting abstract "leverage" over Saddam Hussein. There was of course, classic disinformation around this, the air force denied it at first, before quietly admitting that, yeah they had intentionally targeted civilians, so what? Senior air force officers blamed civilians for having the audacity to be born in their country saying, "They do live there, and ultimately the people have some control over what goes on in their country."
Indeed, the women and children huddling in bomb shelters blown into unrecognizable pieces and fused with the bodies of their countrymen should have simply chosen to overthrow Saddam; its not like there was a massive security apparatus and he was paranoid of such a thing.
Of course, Bush had no regard for just about anyone besides himself, he was fine with selling Americans electricity to sketchy Enron executives who deprived people in the greatest nation of the world of a basic necessity many of them needed to survive so they could fill their oversized pockets.
Bush was a war criminal who as they often do, masqueraded as the savior of a people in order to prop his political position up. If he any regard for justice, he would have done something about the persecution of Palestinians in the aftermath of the war, which was so severe that a majority of the population was forced to flee. Instead there was nothing but a deafening silence.
Bush's distaste for the truth was so profound that he wheeled out the Kuwaiti ambassadors 15 year old daughter to tell horrific lies without the slightest basis in reality before the UN security council.
This story has a good ending, well as good as could be expected, Bush was unable to hide his obvious distaste for anyone but himself for long enough to win re-election and as all of you probably know, was resoundly defeated. It wasn't quite the Kuwait City Trials we should have gotten, but Bush died a humiliated, embarrassed man. Evil can triumph for a time, but the pendulum of history always swings back at those wrong-doers who circumvent laws and morals to strengthen their own power and feed their narcissism.
Sources:
https://www.washingtonpost.com/archive/politics/1991/06/23/allied-air-war-struck-broadly-in-iraq/e469877b-b1c1-44a9-bfe7-084da4e38e41/
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amiriyah_shelter_bombing
https://www.theguardian.com/business/2005/feb/05/enron.usnews
https://www.nytimes.com/1991/03/14/world/after-the-war-kuwait-palestinians-in-kuwait-face-suspicion-and-probable-exile.html

MAIN EVENT 1. Cody Rhodes vs Logan Paul (WWE Championship & United States Championship) DQ Nobody Wins
Cody is about to beat Logan, but the ref gets pulled out of the ring by Tonga Loa before the 3 count can be finished. Solo and Tama immediately begin an assault on Cody and push Logan out of the ring who grads the US title and gets tf outta there, The Bloodline begin a crazy assault on Cody, I doubt the Rock will be here but if he is then once the assault is done and Paul, Tama, Tonga, and Solo are at the titantron with theirs ones up and a bloodied Cody is in the ring, The Rocks music hits and he is revealed as the "New Tribal Chief" and Paul Heyman looks terrified, then the camera cuts off.
Now the matches have no specific order

1. Becky Lynch vs Liv Morgan (World Womens Championship) Winner: Liv Morgan

Idc how Liv Wins but I would assume by like an injury advantage or smth but up to you honestly

1. Sami Zayn vs Chad Gable vs Bronson Reed (Intercontinental Championship) Winner: Chad Gable

Chad Gable wins by pinning Bronson Reed in a similar way that Logan pinned Kevin at WM 40, this will not bury Bronson nor Sami and Chad's win is ultimately true now. This can also lead to The Creed Brothers teaming with Chad to form a new heel stable.

1. Bayley vs Tiffany Straton (WWE Womens Championship) Winner: Bayley

I would honestly say we could let Bayley win fair and sqauew as this wouldn't bury Tiffany and she can have a rivalry with another lady on the roster, obviously this is a great match with many close calls

1. Gunther vs Randy Orton KOTR Finale Winner: Gunther

I feel like this would be the final push to Gunther being a main event player as this solidified him as a major problem to Damians Championship reign. This win would be after 2 consecutive powerbombs and a huge clothesline, so Randy is not burried (not that this would burry him in the first place)

1. Jade Cargill vs Iyo Sky (QOTF Finale) Winner: Iyo Sky

I know most ppl would pick Jade, but I feel this is a perfect opportunity for Bianca to turn full heel and give her tons of heat leading into a Summerslam match between the two. I also feel that this could officially get rid of the Womens tag titles and put a singles title as we already know the Womens tag division is probably never gonna be fixed and we might as well pull an NXT on this one.

• MrKnight2213

This took place back in the 90’s, I was part of the wedding party of a good friend, having the role of an usher for the groom’s side. I was in my mid 20’s and had been very good friends with the groom since we met at sixth form college aged 16.

The Groom was from a small town of just over 3,000 people, in a very rural area in the south of England, the kind of place where everyone knows each other, and it is rare for them to mix with any outsiders. He had been a hard partying wild man, whose main interests were Football, music, and beer. When I was away at university, he saw the light, put his old ways behind him and became born again. Gave up his job and became a missionary. Whilst away doing missionary work, joined by the youngest son of his Baptist minister, the groom met the bride. I nice young girl from the north of England who was also very religious.

After six months of dating, they got engaged, he had moved up to be close to her, got a job and they got a house, although she stayed living with her parents until the wedding.

The stag do was uneventful, the Groom came back down for a weekend for it, and the best man follow the instructions he had been given. A round of golf, the out for a meal then to the Grooms old local pub for the evening. The best man and me where the only ones who where not religious, when I noticed that the where 13 of us for the meal my last supper joke did not go down well. Even the Grooms mother joined us in the pub after the meal. Not the wild night of decadence I would have through his stag do would have been only a few years before.

That’s the boring bit over, now to the Wedding…….

The day before the Wedding my job was to pick up the youngest son of the local Baptist minister first thing in the morning, he was the other usher on the groom’s side, and drive him the length of England to the North of England near the Scottish boarder. The groom had been stressing out as we are both nice easy-going blokes, but we do both have a well and truly earned reputation for being a bit flaky. I’m due to pick him up at 9am, I wake up at 9:40am. Panic, get showered and dressed and run to my car. I get five minutes down the road and then turn around and return to my home to get my wedding suit. I get to the Baptist ministers’ home at 10:40am, I am knocking and ringing the doorbell until I wake the other usher at 11am. He showers and gets dressed whilst I wait in the kitchen for him, his father the minister comes home and me and him chat, he says that he would have loved to have gone to the wedding, but unfortunately, he is performing a wedding ceremony the next day for another couple we all know. Other usher comes down and says that he will make sandwiches for the journey, so we don’t have to stop. We finally get on the road at mid-day three hours late. We drive past my home soon after and I realise that I could have picked up my suit on the way.

The journey was uneventful apart from multiple texts from the best man asking when we would arrive, as the groom has an important job for us to do when we get there. Me and other usher had known each other for years and get on well so we chat and have a good laugh, this is when I found out the news that the wedding his father is doing the next day for the lad and his girlfriend, we all know, it had the same guest list as the groom’s side of the wedding we are going to. The guests had the choice of going to a wedding that most of them could walk to, and the rest would have a five-to-ten-minute drive, or one which would need them to take a day off work and a whole weekend to go to. The groom’s side for this wedding was just, his family, us two ushers, and five people the bride and groom had been missionaries with. When we start to get hungry the other usher looks for the sandwiches he made, only to discover that he has left them on the kitchen counter back at his parents’ house. This is the last time we screw up.

We get to the bride and grooms’ home at 8pm, as we walk to the door it swings open and we are nearly knocked over as the mother of the groom, his two twin sisters, and two brothers storm out of the house. The best man then greets us with the hunted look of a Vietnam veteran with a 1,000-yard stare. The other usher asks where the other missionaries are, the best man says that they are upstairs and other usher quickly disappears to see them. I walk in, the groom is hugging the bride, I say hello, they do not acknowledge me. The best man hands me a cup of tea and we go to the living room and close the door. We can hear the bride howling in tears just the other side of the door as the groom tries to claim her. Me and the best man are both British males, we know full well what to do in this kind of situation, our grand parents lived through the blitz, we drew down into our guts and invoked the Dunkirk spirt, we kept our stiff upper lips like any true Englishman, completely ignored the situation and made small talk about football, sipping our tea. The bride took about 45 minutes to stop crying.

After the wedding I found out , what had gone on, this was the first time the bride was meeting the grooms family, first the groom had asked his two 19 year old sisters to bring their dresses for the wedding along so he could approve them, now I do not know much about women, but one of the few things I do know this that you do not tell your sisters what they can and can not wear, as they will openly and honestly tell you what you can do with that request. Then the mother of the groom gave the couple a lucky horseshoe for there wedding, they refused to accept the gift as they are strict Christians, and the lucky horseshoe is a pagan symbol. Then the father of the groom, who was divorce for the mother of the groom decided to spring a surprise on everyone, he announced that he was bringing his new girlfriend and her toddler to the wedding. This is when the excrement well and truly hit the fan. The new girlfriend the groom also knew well, during his wild times he had known her in the biblical sense on more than one occasion. She was a very friendly and giving young women, in fact most of our friend group had known her biblically as well, some of them knew her in the biblical way two at a time. Thankfully looking at the time line unless it was a two-and-a-half-year pregnancy the toddler was not the grooms. The groom’s mother had openly called the grooms fathers new girlfriend a wh**e, which I feel is unfair, she didn’t ever charge, she was not a professional, she was just a very keen amateur. Over the next few minutes of shouting, it was made clear to the groom’s father that his girlfriend would not be invited to the wedding and there would be trouble if her brought her.

After everything had calmed down, we then drove over to the brides’ parents’ home. Where we had been given the task of blowing up ballons to decorate village hall the reception was taking place in, I was confused at why the groom was so stressed at us being on time so we could do this job. Then when no one else was about the groom gave us our real roles and responsibilities for the next day. Basically, we had the job to be his fathers’ minders during the reception, his father, was a violent, aggressive, alcoholic, and our role was to try and keep him away from other guests, try to stop him from insulting anyone, and if he starts a fight then to get in the middle of it and break it up. Now, I grew up playing Rugby, the sport which American football evolved from, except the only protection we wore was a gumshield and a cup (Known as a cricket box in the UK). I may not be the tallest but at the time I had spent a year working as a builder’s labour (construction worker for the Americans) and had the body I still think in my mind I still have, until I see myself in the mirror when I get out of the shower and realise that I currently have a body that resembles a dropped lasagne. Other usher was sporty, but stick thin, and I doubt that he had ever taken a punch in his life, I knew which of the two of us would be getting in the middle to break up any fight.

The Wedding Day……….

We had stayed in the same budget hotel chain as the groom’s family, except his father. My first responsibility of the day is to drive the mother of the groom to the wedding, along with the youngest brother and other usher. Oldest brother and twin sisters are being driven by oldest brothers’ best mate who was not invited to the wedding but came anyway.

In the morning of the wedding, I am in the hotel’s carpark decorating my car with the traditional white ribbons for wedding cars. The mother of the groom leans out of her ground floor room window and calls me over to the window. I walk over and just as I get there I see over her shoulder and freeze in shock. Both the grooms twin sisters and in the background getting ready for the wedding, one has just a towel wrapped around her, the other is only wearing a thong. They both see me, freeze, then scream and run into the room’s bathroom. I am extremely embarrassed, the groom’s mother, who is very east London just shouts at them,
‘Don’t be so stupid girls, you ain't got nothing he ain't seen before’.
We then go over what time we should leave for the wedding.
Knowing both the groom, and his father are very protective over the twins, even though it was a total accent, this incident could have landed me trouble with them both.

I am so paranoid about being late to the church that we arrive so early that the church is still locked, over the next few hours people arrive. For some strange reason they had decided to go with the traditional bride’s side sitting on one side of the isle, and grooms side sitting on the other. This led to a few issues, on the groom’s side, there were on the first pew, six members of his family, on the second pew, the five missionaries plus me and other usher, and brother of the grooms best mate. On the brides’ side, there where all her friends and family, plus every member of her parents’ church. I suggested that we just filled the empty pews on the groom’s side with guests, but the two ushers on the brides’ side, the bride’s brothers wouldn’t even consider it. Me and other usher had no-one to usher to their seats, as it had started raining, we decided to grab a couple of umbrellas and meet and greet guests as they parked and shield them from the rain. We also started to set out extra seats for the bride’s side as all the pews on that side of the church had been filled, there was over 150 on her side, even though on the groom’s side only two pews had anyone sitting in them and only 14 people.

Then the final guests arrive, they are very elderly, from the church the parents of the bride belong to, they decided to park right in front of the door to the church, I asked them if they could move, they explained that they were not going to the reception and were leaving for a holiday right after the ceremony, so they wanted to leave quickly. I pointed out that they had parked in such a way that the bride would be forced to squeeze down a foot and a half gap between their mud-covered car and a brick wall whilst it was raining to get into her own wedding. They did not see anything wrong with that. There was some back and forth between us, but finally I found a parking spot which they could easily leave early from and was out of the way, they reluctantly moved their car to that spot. Just as the car carrying the bride and her father drove into the carpark.

The ceremony went off without any drama. After the ceremony it is the photos, as each set of photos are done the people leave to go to the reception. The last set to be done are the newly married couple and the groom’s mother. We get to my car, and we realise that no-one has told us where the reception is. There is one last car with wedding guests in leaving at the same time as us, the only other car is the best man’s car, and he is taking the bride and groom. I quickly follow the car that is leaving hoping that they are going to the reception. This is the 90’s, the only two people who have mobile phones are the best man, and me, him as his work supplied him with one, and I had got one as I did not want to be talking to my, at the time recently ex-girlfriend (I broke it off with her a week before and that is why other Usher got to share my hotel room with me as I had already booked and paid for two people for two nights, I had just changed the booking to a twin room) whilst in the same room as my parents on their landline. The best man calls my phone, asking if we know where the reception is, we don’t but we are following a car that might be going there. Groom and Bride do not drive and do not know the way to the reception. Other usher has my phone, he is describing landmarks to best man who is about two minutes behind us, so he can find his way. After 20 minutes of driving thankfully the car I am following is going to the reception and two minutes after we arrive the bride and groom arrive.

We go to our assigned tables for the meal, I am sitting next to the friend of the oldest brother of the groom, opposite him is the oldest brother of the groom, directly opposite me is the only wearing a towel sister of the groom, next to her is the other twin who I saw too much of earlier that day. And next to me is the boyfriend of the maid of honour. I try to make small talk with the boyfriend of the maid of honour, but he is staring daggers at the best man, who is sitting at the head table talking to and looking, like he is really hitting it off with the maid of honour. Boyfriend of maid of honour is not happy, he is in silence for most of the meal but at some points during the meal sounds like he is growling. I later found out that best man and maid of honour both had the same job and just talked shop the whole meal, the only other person best man had to talk to as he was on the head table was youngest brother of groom who was six years old, and as she was at the end of the head table there was no-one on the other side of her, the boyfriend of maid of honour made me feel about as welcome as a ginger haired step son.

The best man speech was interesting, as he had been given strict instructions on what he could say and what he could not say. The stories about the groom stopped at the age of 12, and then jumped to when he became born again. More than half his life had to be skipped over.

Due to the father of the groom, the decision was made to have a dry wedding, apart from a glass of sparkling wine each to toast the bride and groom. Somehow towel sister of the groom managed to get a few glasses of sparkling wine and started to get very flirty with me, as she was rubbing her foot up and down my leg under the table, I moved my leg away, I looked her in the eye and gave a firm shake of the head, thankfully she got the message. The other twin sister, who is very shy and studious, couldn’t even look me in the eye due to embarrassment from the morning.

On the lighter side, the bride who had been starving herself for months before the wedding, ate so much that she burst the zip at the back of her dress, she saw the funny side of it and her mother and sisters all used safety pins to pin it back up so she could then eat some more.

It then comes time for the first dance, this wedding was on a tiny budget, this was before we could burn CD’s at home, so the groom had made a mix tape for the dances, as they were half way into the first dance, the tape player ate the tape. No more music.

Me and other usher spent the rest of the time basically standing in front of father of the groom, who had brought his own bottle of whiskey. We knew that a guaranteed why to provoke violence was to try and take the bottle off him. We became the absorbers of his bile, we bit our tongues as we listened to his racist, anti-Semitic, anti-Islamic, sexist ranting, saying about how the world is against him and none of his problems are his fault. Each time one of his children or his ex-wife came within earshot her would try to provoke them, but they remained stoic.

It then came time for the bride and groom to leave for their honeymoon, I had supplied the oldest brother of the groom and his friend with a can of shaving foam to decorate the wedding car in the traditional manner, they did not disappoint.

Once the bride and groom had left, the rest of the guest all left, no music, no booze, no food there was nothing to stay around for, so the wedding was over by 7:30pm.

I drove the mother of the groom, Youngest brother of the groom and other usher back to the budget chain hotel we were staying in. after dropping them off I went and brough myself a lot of beer, went to oldest brother of the grooms room, as the England football team had been playing a world cup qualifier game that day and had set up a video recorder to record it and we watched the game. Half way through the best man turned up, again with a 1,000 yards stare.

Later I found out what had happened next. The best man had driven the newly married couple to the hotel where they were having their honeymoon. As he was driving back, he got a phone call on his mobile phone, asking hm if he had the keys to the married couples’ home, as the five missionaries are all staying there for the weekend. He does not have the keys, the only person who has the keys is the groom. The best man turns around and drives back to the hotel. There is no way that he is going to disturb the married couple on their wedding night, the very religious couple on their wedding night, the groom might not have saved himself for marriage during his wild years, but it had been made very clear to everyone that the bride had saved herself for marriage. The best man gets the front desk to ring up for him, no answer. In the end a manager goes up and knocks on their room and gets the keys.

The next day we all drive back south and try to get over the experience.

Over 25 years later:

The groom and bride and still together, and still very happy together, they have four children.

Towel sister of the groom is happily married with three children.

Embarrassed sister of the groom, went to University, became a teacher and is no longer extremely shy, she came back from Uni full of confidence. I bumped into her last year in our local supermarket when she introduced me to her two teenage daughters as the first guy who to got to enjoy her boobs. I was just as embarrassed as her daughters.

Oldest brother of the groom spent so much time in the job centre that he ended up getting a job there.

Youngest brother of the groom is a lovely lad with a great girlfriend, their wedding is next year.

Mother of the groom is still hoping that oldest brother of the groom will meet someone nice sometime and move out, no-one else thinks that is going to happen.

Father of the groom is currently living in a hostel for the homeless. None of his three sons will have anything to do with him, his two daughters take it in turns to do his washing and give him enough food for the week. They do not give him any money.

Me and best man are still very close. We helped each other move into our first homes and decorate them. He was my best man at my wedding, and I was best man at his. I am godfather to his son, he is the named trustee in my will. We supported each other through our divorces. We support each other with our elderly parents and their mad erratic decisions. The only reason we are not meeting up this weekend for a beer and a catch up, is because he is currently dealing with the family drama around his mother in her late 70’s deciding to elope with someone she has only known for two weeks.
I have been to many weddings over the years, this is still the only one I can remeber all of the details of.

I'm 34 year old woman from Yemen, but I live in Qatar and I'm looking a friend or someone who make me smile. I can be shy and quiet at first, but once I get comfortable I can talk a lot. I guess what I'm hoping from this is a long term friend. Male or female doesn't matter. Location doesn't matter too.
I only want to talk to open minded people and I'm hoping to find people to do video/voice call.
I am LGBTQ+ friendly so everyone welcome, but please only adult people 25-39 age range and I reply to 7 months old account and older so no new account, no empty account & no nsfw stuff.
If I didn't reply, do not harass me, please leave me alone and inapropriate messages, inapropriare accounts and harassment will get you blocked.
I'm so sorry

I'm not being mean or judgemental but I simply want to express my feelings and I'm saying this on behalf of us, women. I hate the fact that probably all men have watched porn before. Many women know nothing about this industry but this is not the problem. The problem is the fact that many men have a really wrong idea about sex. Women in those films have many plastic surgeries.
First, I can spot all of the breast implants, BBLs, the hair extensions, liposunctions (عمليات لنحت الجسم)... Second, women in these videos are literally peeing and this is not negotiable, this is not "squirting" by any chance.
And I'm sick of the weird and tiring positions that they all make, I'm sick of how "extreme" the scenes are: the unrealistic scenarios, the weird contexts, the screaming, the plastic bodies. In my opinion, this industry is based on the MALE GAZE. It's something in the cinema industry that depends on showing what the man wants to see and let's not give a shit about the female spectator. So we tend to show a man that is dominant and a woman that is submissive. A man who has a weird strong body that shreds the body of the woman with him. It nourishes the virility of men and diffuses a stupid message for them: the more powerful you are, the more you do weird disgusting shit during the intercourse. And it satisfies a sadistic part in many male viewers.
Please men, sex should be intimate and sensual and it's not supposed to be this disgusting. All of this licking, "slurping", exaggerated screams can be a huge turn off to women, especially in an arab muslim country. Women here will really be disgusted if these acts were applied during their intercoure.
I'm just yapping I know but I just wish you can understand that women can have other farytale expectations about sleeping with her man and this huge gap between the male and female thoughts can be really problematic. Soo... be more critical and considerate maybe🤷🏻‍♀️