We talked, one on one. Facing each other for over an hour. He told me about the past, what he could remember. He tells me he's been watching me since I was very young. Apparently, he was out to break me when I was 12-13, but I messed it up with my misguided compassion.
He tells me something terrible is coming, and that to prepare I must undergo a series of 12 ordeals, one a day. by the end, I will understand everything. I agreed.
We shook hands.
Let me tell you, Shrooms are a hell of a drug.
I've already accomplished the first two ordeals, according to him. I'm clean and rational, and I've had the courage to face him and accept his challenge. I spent today with friends sober, then meditating.
Tomorrow morning, I'll know ordeal three.