The reflection ofthe moon light that night is the first time that I realized that light was moving when I move. It was raining at Centennial that night as I was walking through the pathways of the park as if I were walking dow the isle getting married, but it was only me and the moonlight reflected in  the rain moving down  the  pathway. That night  I thought I was meeting Patwhich is  where  my mind  led me from events that happened  earlier that day. all of which  are rushing   through my head right now but we'll  have to come back to that later.  Brad showed up out of nowhere like a force that was meant to be there, but it wasn't Brad that night.  He was someone else entirely different or maybe I was someone else.  God used music to bring his soul through to me, through my love. He was there with me that night.  More like in  1st person instead of third. That was the night Dennis was conceived at the Westin. That night was the first time  I realized people in 3 were talking  to me but in through their  regular conversations  answering and responding to my  thoughts.  I actually  talked back to a few of them in a bar that we  went to afterwards they  where speaking of someone getting   married but it was echoing alot of what I just went through and  I swore they were talking about me,  Im sure they thought I was crazy! The TV had been doing the same for a while answering thoughts or replicating things/thoughts  that were going on  at the same time as me. Everything changed that night. God opened my mind to start seeing and  eventually  understanding who I am and what he is, After the  moon light the same night, I was  then able to notice that the lights on the the Westin floor were also moving every step I made.  Then it was everywhere,  the mall, grocery store, church, anywhere that had a shiny floor and lights  aboveat some point I strted noticing the  sun glide across he buildings. then the reflection of the buildings dragged down other buildings, Midtown and Buckhead  where the best places to see, One of the simplest things for others to see is the circle rainbow from waterhose when I spray it at the right angle of the sun. Its been almost 14 years since that night and a lot has happened. I havent been  writing lately bc quite frankly I'm a little jaded and maybe discouraged. I was keeping journal entries in Evernote but noticed that things were being  changed updated and maybe even  deleted. Its hard to tell bc it had been so  long since  I wrote it. But I destincly remember a few things  that I wrote in certain passages that were'nt there anymore.  Either  way hopefully most of it still there bc it's a  true account of what I went through to get to where I am now.  I feel like Ive been this way but just didnt know. they only reason I think that is I remeber when working at a little real  estate boutique off the square I remember moving and seeing the overhead light moving on a modern plastic chair, but I didnt yet realize that it was me making the light do that. Its still insane to me that 40 years of life and having no idea of  that side of me. It makes more sense with  me because the light always  moves with  me, I can see how thats more unnoticeable. but what about the  people that  are still? not moving at all? its like  moving sidewalks (but with light)  underneath  them and their brain does not/can not process it. I  used to think it was my mission to  make people see the  light. I would  drive around  in  circles in Atlanta and Buckhead for hours at a time dragging the refelection  of the buildings and the sun and clouds across the buildings thinking someday someone would actually  see. all the cellphones that people carry I just knew that someone would could see and take a video and it would go viral. but that never happened. I have now come to see  that it's not up to me to make anyone see the light, it's up to God. And by God I do mean Jesus.