I at one point liked to call what I saw as watching the Dreaming. It seemed to make so much sense: that the mechanism that handles giving me dreams had broken, and I was dreaming while awake. That’s why I had thought the people I saw were just the people you meet in dreams. It wasn’t really happening, in this line of reasoning. It wasn’t that critical, it would all blow over. It was just a trip. Except the conditions for what I was seeing changed. Drastically. It has to be happening in some way — it must at some fundamental level be real. That vision I had when Satan was cast from Heaven must have happened. All that led up to it, the preparations, and the vision itself, have a verisimilitude that rationally, can only lead to the thought that what I saw was what I saw. More on this later.

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The Great Blasphemy