At times I have to shake myself and say, “Yes, John H. Doe, this is really happening.” Sometimes that’s not enough, and one of the higher ups have to do it. Jesus Christ will interrupt my regularly scheduled reality to break in and say that to me. What is real is real, no matter how much it resembles an hallucination. The skeptic (the scientist, I like to think) still wants to label everything I see as a figment of my imagination. Which I’m sure most of you out there are wont to do. I completely understand. But, o what I have seen! I cannot think that my imagination is so grand to have conjured up just everything in my visions. Perhaps that’s the humility I have prayed for kicking in. One can hope.

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