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July 15th and 16th, 2026, became another day that challenged the way I think about patterns, memory, and seriality.
I woke that morning with a Facebook post from the previous day already on my mind. The post mentioned Mark and Mary, and it immediately reminded me of what I personally call the “M&M” pattern. My Nigerian friend Eli has family members named Michelle, Michael, and Marvel, and those names resurfaced in my thoughts before I was fully awake.
For a brief moment, I thought Eli had walked into my room. It wasn’t him at all—it was Arlene, the nurse, making her routine hourly rounds. Later I went to the nurse’s station to speak with her, and while we were talking, another Eli—Elijah Reece—walked in. Seeing his last name, Reece, while staying on Reece Bergeron Road, caught my attention because of the similarity in names. I don’t present that as evidence of anything supernatural, only as something that stood out to me in the moment.
The day before, during a coin-out ceremony at rehab, I experienced something unusual. I noticed a taste in my mouth that reminded me of DMT, despite not having used DMT. Immediately afterward I felt profoundly empty. The closest image my mind could find was that it felt as though the Grim Reaper had walked through the room. I did not literally see the Grim Reaper; that image simply captured the emotional weight of the experience.
What made that sensation even stranger to me was how different it felt from my first few days at rehab after arriving on June 22. During those first several days, my internal experience felt almost like the opposite. I had the subjective impression that people were somehow flowing toward me rather than away from me. The only words I could find were that it felt like I was everyone and no one at the same time. Whether that reflected stress, recovery, psychology, spirituality, or something else entirely, I can’t say with certainty. I only know that’s how I experienced it.
Later our rehab group rode to a Narcotics Anonymous meeting at Back Bay Mission. On the drive I noticed a license plate reading “Doing My Best,” followed by another reading “Lucky 13.” When we arrived, I saw the same “Doing My Best” vehicle parked there. I introduced myself to the woman who owned it because I was hoping to find a sponsor. We talked briefly about recovery and hallucinogens. She had experience with several substances but wasn’t familiar with DMT. Since NA generally encourages men to work with male sponsors and women with female sponsors, our conversation ended there.
Earlier that same day I also came across discussion online about the death of Nolan Xavier Wells on Horn Island. At the time of writing, his death remains under investigation, and many of the claims circulating online have not been verified. My mind also went to the death of Demartravion “Trey” Reed at Delta State University, another case that generated widespread discussion after the official ruling. Those two stories became connected in my own thinking because the NA meeting that evening happened to be led by someone named Trey. That association existed only in my own mind; I am not suggesting the events themselves are connected.
Even the word seriality creates echoes for me. It naturally reminds me of the phrase serial killer, not because I believe the concepts are related, but because the language itself overlaps. Todd Alan Reed, known publicly as the Forest Park Serial Killer, also shares my name, making the linguistic echo impossible for me to ignore. To me, seriality is about recurring patterns, repeated names, and echoes across experience—not about crime. The similarity in wording simply illustrates how the mind can connect ideas through language.
Whether these moments represent meaningful patterns, ordinary coincidence, the brain’s tendency to organize experiences into narratives, or something beyond current understanding is a question every reader will answer differently. I don’t claim certainty. My goal is simply to document these experiences as honestly as I remember them, distinguish observation from interpretation, and invite readers to decide for themselves.
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