destiny - on a quest

Read this first: on a quest

A continuation of an earlier posting:

All through the time I was ill, I could not see, I was a fool thinking foolish things, especially insensitive, irrational and selfish behavior. But to me it was second nature, second to none, and almost as real as it gets.
I had a breakdown. It was the drugs, definitely. well , that and being in a position of fame as a drummer for an influential man of our time, and also having fallen out of a long term , living with the girl, relationship,. the shit hurts man. but hey, I pulled through, I can say that now, because Ive been there, seen it , done that, whoa, here i go again, ...

1999.

where were we, arrr yes.

I was sat in my room at precisely 8 o'clock when I had the distinct feeling of a presence, it was not only a feeling but a reality and what was first a hazy image was to become a figure stood right there right in front of me .

What I can say now is that it was some form of a miracle, either sent by the person who represented the figure; sent be me myself to me in person; or for the grand effect, ( don't be alarmed I am going to use the three letter word ) it was god playing the god that helps us find our own destiny.
Now First Its important to have an understanding of the perceptions of God, taken relatively, because my understanding is this: God has no name, has no beard, is not a man, and did not make us in his own image, unless you've read anything on the planet X which describes us humans as merely a slave race created from what was on and around the earth at the time of invasion by none other than 'beings from outer space' now, if you can go along with me on this one. The beings created a slave race and were in fact 'like gods' from heaven . They possibly made man in an image of themselves and bla bla bla. I could go into much more detail about holy men, mystic mountains and Jesus. But this is neither the time nor the place as I am telling a completely different story to that one.

I am sitting on my bed, maybe in my hand was a copy of daniel defoe's Robinson Crusoe, as I was also reading that at the time.
All of a sudden there she was, standing as broad as day; now, i say she, because from first perceptions i thought the figure to be that of a woman. She had shoulder length hair and olive skin. But within seconds she was gone, almost as fast as she'd arrived.

Now, don't get me wrong, I'm all for the occasional vision, here or there, this in actual fact being only the second since that of the age of eight, sitting in a circle with a man one side , a woman the other, us linked physically and me 'seeing' what was going on in the room' , but hey, yet 'another' story. But i will say this, at that time I also 'saw' a figure of a man , standing in the clouds, wearing a blue suit, a big ten gallon hat on his head, goat beard, smiling...

so, where were we, Few what fun it is to digress, and go off in search of lost realms when the fancy takes it. I could write a whole book just on tangents .

I took not a lot of notice of the 'vision' i saw that day in my room, not until quite a while later, . ,.

to be continued;
after me stretching session, sit tight.
obviously I will delete that coment for future reference!