This experience changed everything for me. Meeting a Jinn up close, a being made of smokeless fire who introduced himself as a Jinn, would leave most humans reeling. Encounters like this remind me I don’t fit in with this species. I’m not normal. I never have been.
It began with my astral form yanked right out of my body and reality, snatched by what I believed was the Jinn himself.
Suddenly, I stood in modern day Iraq, right in front of a massive ziggurat. No video or photo online comes close to showing the true scale of this thing. It towered above me, ancient and breathtaking.
Then, I saw him: the being responsible for my astral detour. All shadow and golden armor, shimmering like the sun, he had no face just smoke where a face should be, but the armor’s sharp lines outlined a strong, muscular build. His helmet blended Persian and Asian influences, otherworldly and regal.
The Jinn took my hand and led me up the ziggurat’s endless stairs. He kept glancing back to make sure I stayed with him. At the top, he vanished behind a curtain of white linen. I followed, and he reappeared to speak:
“Now you can know… I am your ancestor.”
Suddenly, we weren’t in Iraq anymore. We sat in New York City, my birthplace. I lay across his smoky lap as he began a test of courage. He unleashed waves of fear, pushing me to my limits. The more I faced it, the more he intensified it. When I refused to back down, he finally stopped, nodded with pride, and released me.
I woke up at home, as if nothing had happened but I’ll never see reality the same way again.
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