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How do I know it was GOD? It was the way the message just broke in to my train of thought. Frightening to say the least.
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Maybe it was Shiva?
I once had a supernatural experience at a punk gig. After around 20 or so shots of Jägermeister I made my merry way to the bathroom, only to recoil in horror when I discovered that it was not my cheery, boyish face that appeared in the mirror, but a wild-eyed demon with a devilish grin fixed on his mouth and some smudged lipstick on his cheek. I ran out of the bathroom screaming and convinced my equally merry friend that there was a demon living in the mirror. He took a look and agreed with me, only he saw the demon as having black hair rather than blond, being around 3 inches taller than the demon I saw, and had more of a angry rather than frenzied look on his face. I still wake up at nights covered with sweat at the memory of that awful being who plagued me that nigt, and any other night which involved heavy drinking.
Jam it back in, in the dark.
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