Definitely—here’s a polished and restructured version of your story, keeping your authentic voice intact while making the flow and clarity a little smoother:
I was in beautiful Texas for the 2024 Solar Eclipse Festival. I went with my now-ex and a former long-time friend.
I’ll jump ahead to a moment just after the festival was canceled on day four. We had still witnessed the eclipse—which was powerful—but now we were packed up and waiting in our rental SUV, in line to leave the grounds.
That’s when things got weird.
The Bluetooth in the car, which had worked just fine all week, suddenly stopped functioning. The phone showed it was connected, music was playing, volume up, not muted—everything looked normal. But there was no sound.
I tried everything: reconnecting, deleting and re-pairing the phone, restarting both the car and my phone. Nothing worked.
Then out of nowhere, the car starts blasting music. It wasn’t anything from my phone. A loud voice started rapping about how “you have to trust him, believe in him, and respect him. He always provides and doesn’t ask anything in return.”
At first, I thought—wow, that’s a synchronicity. It hit home. That message reflected exactly what I had been going through. I hoped the others in the car were listening too. Turns out, it was about Jesus—which made me laugh. They weren’t into it. But strangely, no other music would play.
The themes of distrust, lack of appreciation, and disrespect were exactly the issues I was dealing with in my relationship and friendship. I couldn’t ignore it anymore.
During this rising of my vibration—this awakening—I began to notice how little they truly believed in me. Looking back, I can see why. My behavior while using likely made me seem erratic or unstable. But I was always honest. Still, I could feel their doubts—like a constant projection being cast onto me. I knew in my gut what was real, because I was finally paying attention. I was listening to the voice inside—my intuition—the one I had ignored for so long.
A few days after that strange music synchronicity, another event occurred—something deeply personal that sent my mind into a biblical space. That event ultimately led to the breakup and the end of the friendship. I’ll share that story when the time is right.
For now, what’s important is the message I want to pass on: I want to tell my full story, not to dwell, but to encourage anyone and everyone to awaken to a higher consciousness. To find that love frequency within themselves. To become the best version of who they are—and to help heal this wild world in the process.
At the time, I thought I had already made it. But now I know that was just a glimpse. The real work—the day-to-day grounding, healing, growing—was only beginning. Building a strong foundation is everything.
Even though parts of that period felt like a mental episode, in hindsight, it served as a necessary trigger. It pushed me to finally get clean and realign my life with a proper path. It lit a fire.
I felt newly empowered—embodying a sense of fearlessness, with zero doubt. That clarity gave me the strength to face the massive, life-shifting events that were just around the corner. I did my best to meet them with grace.
Out of respect for my own healing and the privacy of others, I’m choosing not to go into detail about that specific event just yet. But I will find the right way to share it when the time comes.
This page has become a tool for me. A space for expression and reflection.
Shortly after that pivotal moment, I remembered something powerful: I don’t need any substances to feel high, or to connect with G-d. I had the strength all along—to be divine, to elevate through sobriety and life itself.
So I entered a self-imposed isolation for several months. I got clean. Got into shape. And I began to reclaim my mind, my body, and my spirit.
It’s been a period of immense growth, learning, and transformation. And my hope is that by sharing these experiences, I can help others find their way through their own storms.
Funny twist to the music story: when I returned the car, something clicked. I pressed the eject button on the stereo... and out popped a CD.
The title?
Sinner to a Saint.
I’ll be telling more stories soon.
Thank you for reading.
Edit: As I continue evolving, staying sober, and moving through recovery, I know this story will need more rewriting. I’m taking my time with it.