When an idiot meets another idiot - Part 1

I want to tell you about some interesting things that happened around a week before I met one of Carlos associates that turned out to be a huge disappointment at the time for me. Not his fault though, I was expecting to meet a warrior but I met a lost man just like me and everyone else.

I am not sure what this subreddit thinks about this guy, I don't really care. I will create sepparate posts discussing his fraud if interest arises, but lets just say this is one the guys who invented Armando Torres. Don't get me wrong the guys does have some personal power, but he is no warrior, just like I am also not one. But at least I don't pretend to be one. I know that I am completely hopeless as a sorcerer but I act regardless of my feelings.

During my early years of thinking that I was a real sorcerer after reading the books a couple of times over. I was maybe 12 to 15, we received news that a very acclaimed associate of Carlos was visiting the country and a town near us. I was in absolute bliss when I heard that. Since it is our destiny to be alone I was a very weird guy (still am, but now I am even weirder) and was trying to carve my own way into the second attention. I did everything my personal power allowed me at the time.

For being very young I feel like my AP was a lot more easily manipulated and therefore some interesting things were happening at the time around me. I'd stay gazing upon empty buildings for hours in silence and my insides were shaken with a otherwordly feeling of whatever that was. I was lucid dreaming a lot, practicing Tensigrity (even though that was the part that I despised at the time, I felt bored and 'wasting time' (as if my time had any importance whatsoever lol) and maybe this was the only thing with real power that I was practing, who knows).

A week prior to the event, (as Carlitos would be more precise, I need to say it: Precisely NINETEEN days prior) I decided that I had to be prepared, so I did what every immortal does, started taking everything I read seriously and really tried to be impeccable for once. I really wanted to be as good as the alleged warrior that I was about to meet.

I stopped talking. I lived with my father and one of my aunts at the time. My father was an avid reader and had introduced me to the books. He realized that I was quiet and at first he was pretty 'satisfied' as he says it, feeling as the books were really getting to me. But as the days went by, life started getting in the way and he angrily started trying to get me back to the 'world' and the responsabilities involved. Which looking back, I don't think it was a bad thing. We can't withdraw from our world. If we want to be warriors, we have to face the world we are in and all that is involved in being in it, I think. My preference was always 'dreaming' and my first instinct was always to withdraw from everyone and everything. At the time that is what I thought that would bring me the inner silence I needed. I wasn't completely wrong about it.

In one of these nights he went to see me where I was standing in silence, in the second floor of the house, a room where we had no ceiling and you could freely watch the stars during the night and birds and 'pipas' during the day.

I remember that my head was buzzing from the silence, my eyes were nowhere and I had constant 'cold' feelings on my stomach when trying to focus on anything with my eyes. He told me he had enough and that if I didn't come down and went back to my obligations he would beat me.

I had a couple of moments of total panic of not even know where I was to begin with, my whole body felt a cold sweat. I thought I was going to pass out, but then out of nowhere the world was just back as it always was. I remember I stood in silence for a while and then I simply told him: "We are in a very special time", he angrily snapped and tried to grab my arm. I easily avoided him and started laughing and jumping around him in a very friendly mood.

He was furious. As he tried to grab me I yelled without no will of my own: "If you continue this you are going to miss it"

"Miss what? The fact that I made my own son a lunatic because of stupid new age books?"

I remember that I felt something snap somewhere in my umbilical area. I said "No. This." while quickly grabbing the back of his neck and pointed upwards to the sky. It was such a weird moment because nothing happened for around 5 seconds that felt like an eternity.

As he was about to look down and spank me, one of the brightest shooting stars that I ever saw crossed and illuminated the sky as if it was day for a brief second with this greenish/blueish glow.

He looked at me and somehow his anger transformed into something else that I remember that I also despised, not sure what it was. But he started crying as if I was some kind of saint. I looked at him in disgust and said that he was ruining everything, that we should talk and have fun. He responded saying that he just wanted to process what just happened. He said that his hands were feeling strange and he was worried that he could maybe having a heart issue.

I took him by the hand gently and said "This is a present for us", he asked right away "For US? Like, us especially? Just for us?". When I heard the phrase the way he put it, I remember feeling that no matter what I could never reach the meaning of my feelings to him. It always ended up sounding egoistical and mundane. Just when I was about to start feeling sorry for him and myself, again my stomach snapped and I grabbed his neck with both my hands and turned him 180 degrees and directed his head high up to the sky again.

On this angle, our vision was half blocked by the back roof of the house, while the other half where populated by other buildings and the night sky in the background. This time there was no waiting, at the second we turned, one of the close neighbours maybe, had JUST lighted what we call here in my country a 'balloon' (?). My father always loved them, and they were an comon sight at summer nights in our city. But not this close and not this big. It was a very big balloon with tailing lights. (They are dropped with fire inside them and they go up that is all I know about them, even though my father tried several times to teach me how to make them, I never learned)

I don't remember much of what happened afterwards. To this day he says that the explanation is a simple one. He says that I either hypnotized him that night but he finds it unlikely, he is convinced that I somehow already knew that that night was having some kind of meteor shower and that I had arranged with a neighbour to light the balloon at a specific time. And then that I put up all the show just form him. I think that thats a way to put it.

A couple of more interesting events happened following my meet with what I thought at the time to be a great warrior from Carlos time.

I had an 'augúrio' to post all the posts I am posting this very day. It probably means nothing, but you out there that is wondering if all this magic is real, stop debating over your words, go ahead and try it! It is on your reach, even morons like me and my father were able to touch it from time to time and believe me we are complete idiots, so why can't you? Stop arguing over yourself over your concepts and TRY IT. Try what, you ask me.

Well, you have to try it first yourself to answer this question