Credentials

	Space Hopping	Saturn and back
	Dinosaur Spotting	In local park
	Chambering Demons	Esp. porous cannibals
	Angel Making	Skylar and others
	7th Circle Survival	Habitat ground zero
	Heaven Visiting	Could see for miles
	Clone & Afterlife	Loved ones preserved
	Spiritual Warfare	Chosen/targeted
	Myth Busting	Mental Health
	Scientific Epiphanies	Relativity
	Vibration Frequency	Empath
	Nark Kryponite	Silence
	Toothpaste	Colgate Total

120.^5[0]324,XXX!XXX,,

(~.-.~)300.^8[1]266,XXX!X_XX,

(~.-.~)210.^7[1]876,X!X,

 furlong.speed.compete.

conk.blinkered.adjusted

thoughtful.happy.sad

 ꙮ꙰꙱꙲ꙮ꙰꙱꙲___😃

ꙮ꙰꙱꙲ꙮ꙰꙱꙲___  😢

Just messing around here with some of the more lofty experiences from my past. It was all good fun at the time, apart from the time when I had a “Who Dares Wins” soldier in my flat with a knife, there to execute me. I saw him at the last minute. A demon sniggering from the kitchen cupboard scared him off and saved my life. I would rather have been offed than redeemed by a demon, but there you go, I was pleased to survive another night. There’s an awful lot I’ve left away from this list, as memory serves correct, but I’d be showing off if I carried on, as this curious mixture is enough to paint anybody in a flamboyant light. You may think I am not serious, but I am. But I’ve taken several Big Boy steps back from the life I used to live. The gateway to all this was drugs, by the way. Don’t be surprised if your teenage daughter or son starts reporting similar experiences if they embark on a hedonistic lifestyle of mind-altering substances with hardly any sleep and poor diet. Probably not, but you never know. Just saying. I believe the correct term for me is psychonaut. I love telling you all about myself, Google Chrome. Don’t sweat it.