Imagine this.

A 35,000-year-old enlightened being shows up in your kitchen.

He appears in a flood of gold and light, very heavenly.

At first it's so beautifully bright, your eyes can barely take him in.

God, he's so majestic.

But then you definitely make out his glowing purple skin.

So cool.

He also has luscious, flowing locks of dark hair.

Think a romance novel cover model.

If that romance novel was written for Dungeons and Dragons campaign, catered to horny housewives.

He looks like the mythical warrior that he will, in fact, tell you that he is.

And he speaks in a deep, baritone voice with a thick indian-ish kind of accent and says shit

like indeed and it is so a lot he tells you you better be sitting down that you have a great

destiny waiting for you hell yeah how exciting that you will become a light to all of mankind. Wow, we. So what do you do?

Do you tell a trusted person that you are definitely struggling with your mental health and probably

need a little staycation in your local psychiatric facility? Do you hope that the psychotic break

that you've just experienced can be healed? Do you maybe check

your stash of magic mushrooms or LSD to make sure that you didn't accidentally take an extra

strong dose? Or do you accept this is real? And you let this entity take over your body. Do you give

over your life to becoming a holy channel, a sort of psychic conduit to the divine, a spiritual

link between your world and the world of whatever this purple being of light came from.

Judith Hampton, better known as J. Z. Knight, chose the latter option. Or at least that's what she

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