Old Libraries, God is Math and A Genius Who Cured His Own Disease

I wanted to share about someone I met from Sarnia; this story warranted a share.

On New Year’s Eve, I went to Mauds Variety after spending several hours at the downtown Refined Fool location for our party. I spent a few hours just hanging outside and watching the folks go in and out, come out for a smoke and wait in line to get in. While out there, I met a few people whose stories fascinated me.

One of the guys, whom I’ll call Jeremiah, was this hyper, talkative guy standing out in the smoking area chatting away with different people. I couldn’t help but notice how articulate he was and how much knowledge he had about all sorts of various topics. I started inquiring deeper and more and more kept coming out of him. He was talking about religion, medical issues, politics, and relationships and weaving in and out of topics seamlessly. He collects old books from estate sales, gets the books his friends who own bookstores need, then keeps the rest for himself and indulges daily in reading them. I asked him if he had ever used his powers to accomplish anything. He then tells me that he diagnosed and cured his own disease – a type of flesh-eating disease where parts of his skin fell off, and doctors couldn’t figure it out. This was enough to have me thoroughly intrigued and to set up a time to meet him.

So last week, he invited me to his house to see his library. As I pulled up to his home in rural Lambton County, several geese were in his lot, and a large friendly dog came running to greet me. He was working with another guy rebuilding a set of stairs when he invited me into his library. There were hundreds of books, mostly old ones, some up to a couple hundred years old. He starts explaining the truths he has found in all these books. He spends the next 45 minutes explaining sacred geometry to me, how God is math, and how the truths of the universe have been discovered by different humans in different places. As he was talking, he was running from shelf to shelf in his library, opening up books and using them as points to the grander story he was talking to – opening them to exact pages where the point he was trying to make was on. I felt like I was amidst one of those beautiful minds.

He built his own microscope to study his medical condition and uncovered that it was a fungal issue, not a bacterial one. He then proceeded to write a 300-page paper that he submitted to a university in Ontario – in which they responded. He was sent in the right direction for curing his problem.

I’ve never quite met someone who can think as quickly and have such a deep capacity for knowledge that ranges across centuries and disciplines. It was a great time, and I’m so grateful to have met him. I’m constantly amazed at how many incredibly unique and beautiful people are in our city, and I hope to keep meeting them and uncover how beautifully diverse and extraordinary the people around us are.

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