As I listened to Rosetta Stoned for the first time, it brought me to tears because that's exactly how I felt for months. This has the potential to be a very long story...

Last summer I went up to Lawrence, Kansas from Wichita to visit a friend and to pick up some good pot. I smoked a couple bowls, and the experience I had after that was unlike any other time I'd ever smoked. Basically, I thought that I was trying to send myself messages from the future, and that my friend and some other guy in the room were trying to help guide me to whatever realization it was that I was supposed to reach. Finally, after hours of going through tons of puzzles and analyzing countless signals from them, I realized that I had to ask my mom the following question...

"Tell me about the time you had premarital sex."

This made no sense to me. My mom is a hardcore Christian. She has a masters degree in Christian ministeries. She was a virgin until she married my dad. This is what I always believed, and it made no sense to believe otherwise. I left Lawrence and came back home. I tried to talk myself out of it. I was simply high, and that was all.

But then shit got crazy. I'm not going to get into specifics unless you all actually want me to, since it would take a long time to tell the whole story. But I went through 6 months of some crazy shit because of that night. Some of the stuff you wouldn't believe. Fuck, I don't even believe a lot of it. The climax was on October 25. I finally asked my mom that question. Turns out she wasn't a virgin when she met my dad. Not only that, she had been expecting me to ask, and she was under the belief that I would because of similar signs that she had received when she was much younger (before I was even born!). She revealed a lot of other things that I couldn't have prepared myself to hear. As a result of that night, I ended up breaking up with my girlfriend. I prayed and finally said, "I give up. Clearly I'm not in control of things and I'm being taken down a path I can't possibly comprehend. I trust you." Less than an hour later I met the woman who is now going to be my wife. October 26 was her birthday, and she had prayed to meet "someone like me" (her words). The day I met her, the craziness which had been a part of my life every day from that first day, suddenly stopped.

Overwhelmed is what you'd be if placed in my position. What I've gone through during the last year of my life is supposed to be impossible.




EDIT: Just to make myself clear on the first part. No, I don't think I sent myself messages back in time. I was high at the time. That's what I always believed. But that night did open my eyes to many new things and it helped me discover possibilities which I'd never considered before. At this point, the number of coincidences I experienced are hard to chalk up to being, well, a coincidence. I'm obligated to acknowledge a higher form of intelligence. Be that God, a strong sense of subconscious intuition, or something else entirely, I don't know. But there is something else going on in the universe, and it affects us all. I have to believe that now.