I left a nightclub the evening before it happened, and prayed publicly on the streets to rebuke evil with a homeless person who stopped me in my path, after a George Clinton Pfunk/funkadelic concert.
I'm from Pennsylvania, and that's also the plane that didn't get to accomplish its intention.
I woke up hungover, late for work, and didn't know what happened until 3 hours after it occurred (time zones + hangover)
True story. Same thing happened kinda before Vegas.
that time I was in Seattle and was overcome by a spirit that moved my body to the ground. I think I died and saw angels disburse from me.
September 30th I think, 2017
I don't know who to talk to about this stuff
