This is something I've been thinking about for a long time, something I've been dragging around with me since it happened in 2015.


A few days ago, I just said it to my best friend. That was some sort of spiritual experience.


Don't believe I'm crazy, please. I'm going to try to explain the best I can.


First I have to talk about Thiago. Thiago was a man who lived on the backstreet. I don't know how older he was, maybe about the age of my sister in the early thirties.


I would sometimes hang out when I was younger with other guys from the neighborhood, but then I stopped hanging with them because I was through a bad stage of my life and some of the guys were mean but some of them are lovely Thiago was a good one. I'd see him around sometimes. We had a good relationship he always was really cool.


Moving on, in 2015 I came to Brazil in July, and Thiago was assassinated a few weeks later.


I had an experience that I couldn't describe and that opened my eyes when it got wild, but before it, I had to provide some context.


I've been raised Christian, but my family rarely went to church. But I believed in God, or something like a higher force that runs the world.


Then I turned 14 years old, and everything in my life turned upside down. I became very ill.


If you have not read it yet, you can recall my meningitis...