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I was at the middle of a desert, knealing down praying. There was darkness, and no wind blew, and it was dry that no tree grew. there was a total calmness. All of a sudden, there was bright lighting with bright light and the heavens opened. A man came the above, and stood infront of me. He placed his both hands on my head and 14 white triangular things came out of him and entered to me. Another 14 black triangular things came out of me and entered to him. Then he told me that the 14 white things from him were powers to heal, cast and fight demons, resurect the dead etc. He was clothed in a black garment, and i didnt see his face was covered with hood.

I was at the middle of a desert, knealing down praying. There was darkness, and no wind blew, there was a total calmness. All of a sudden, there was bright lighting and the heavens opened. A man came the above, and stood infront of me. He placed his hands on my head and 14 white triangular things came out of him and entered to me. Another 14 black triangular things came out of me and entered to him. Then he told me that the 14 white things from him were powers to heal, cast and fight demons, resurect the dead etc. He was clothed in a black garment, and i didnt see his face.

It's a puzzle. That I've never seen the front of. It's a puzzle. That's a mystery to all but one. It's a puzzle. That is much bigger than me. I look at the other pieces, Connected. Sitting snugly within Their own places. And then I see the hooks. The hooks that I have screwed into my own hands. They hurt. But they're the only way To stay. To connect. How I wish I could unscrew the hooks, And fall to the floor, To be kicked under the cabinet. But I'm afraid. That if I let go, The pieces around me will let go. That if I let go, There will be a rippling effect. That will darken my corner of the puzzle And those around me will no longer fit snugly into their place. The hooks hurt my hands. They always have my attention. Pulling. Bleeding. But they'll stay screwed in, Holding on to my place. My place in the puzzle.

I was on a team of workpeople and there was one adult that was with us. He was maybe in his thirties and i felt a connection with him like we were close. However, i was the only one who noticed him turning evil as he sat at his desk and was working. His hands were creating electric shocks, and nobody else saw this but me. And i'm actually scared of electricity too. Then i saw his face go evil and he was like in a trance. and then the lights started to flicker on and off. He was turning into a villain.

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