|1:49:46 AM - Sat, May 6th 2017
|When I first admitted myself with my parents help, I had marked up my forehead with a rainbow of color marker ink. I was Jesus, no not Jesus but a prophet of God. I had met God when I went into the woods on a week long quest to confront a horrible self aspect that was out to destroy me.
I had no control on myself and even though I would know better and tell myself not to do this or that, I would do it anyway. I could not help myself no matter what and only did self destructive things. I was compulsive and out of any control.
I was, what is known locally, as nuts.
I decided it was time to confront the demon inside me that was destroying me.
After a few alone nights in a derrick cabin in North Ohio farm country I heard a loud screech and went out as a warrior to fight. Instead I found the presence of my father in the woods and he showered the emotion of how proud he was of me with love.
I realized that to cut out the demon in oneself you cut out the self also.
I asked my father, at this point God, what this meant and felt the answer "prophet"
So when i got back to my home in Columbus I told my parents that I was a prophet of God and well, as you can imagine they took it as any parent would of a kid that in the past had tried to kill himself about 10 times.
So being a bit full of myself I covered my head with rainbow and off to the State Hospital with my parents in tow I went. Kinda, they took me in really, but I never kicked or screamed, I confronted my fate like a man. I confronted my demons and then confronted my fate like a man.
Second day on the ward a young black guy wanted me to comb his hair, he wanted me to be his bitch. I declined. I met King David there. He wanted to bed me, he ended up with a necrophilia guy that I caught a glimpse of when they were in bed together that looked more like a woman then any woman I had ever seen by the look on his face.
I met a guy that was saving the world by cussing God out and protecting us from God's wrath. He cussed God all his wakening hours.
I met many people that thought they were in heaven because the floors there had brass strips buried in them and looked like "the gold streets of heaven" to them.
I met many people that wanted to be healed of their mind problems there.
I met killers from the criminally insane jails that were released to the normal state hospital.
I met myself and damned if I wanted to be there any more, I finally became a normal guy.
(to be continued)