I’ve been doing video calls with subscribers1:
A Serbian psychiatrist who spent 7 years working at an “old-fashioned madhouse” outside of Belgrade: a broad Slavic face, a beard worthy of an Orthodox priest, and a name that translates to something like Wolf Wolfowitz.
Or: an attorney in his 70s who rides a Harley and believes himself to be a Christian prophet — in the months leading up to the Ukraine war, he’d wake up in the middle of the night and find himself eavesdropping on Putin’s debates with God: God would go, “DO NOT DO THIS,” and Putin would go, “I’ve got to do what is best for my country.” We talked in the summer of ‘22, and he gave me “a prophetic word”: there is more war and chaos to come, and Armenia is not the place I will settle in. It looks like he was right on both counts.
Or: a woman in a sun-lit room, Italian but living in Ireland, in the middle of nowhere, with animals. She said, “I feel so awkward. I’m in my fifties, I don’t have social media, I don’t do these parasoc…
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