1 Kings 1:14 "At the table with the Spirit"

This has been weighing on my mind for a while now. I know what I did in my poem now and I know what it means to me today, and it's starting to reflect...

Two nights ago, I was told by a voice to go get my bible out of the car, so I did and opened it to the verse specified; -- “While you are still there talking to the king, I will come in and add my word to what you have said.” So, the first thing on my mind was that vision I had back in 2017 where I woke up and almost felt like I could fly with this strange energy emanating from my chest. -- Recently, I was doing some research on my old friend Nesher and came across a depiction that labeled the Israeli tribes thereof, of John specifically. The one that caught my attention first was the tribe of Dan and the history of it caught my attention. Always heard the phrase “You don’t pick your tribe; the tribe picks you.” The idea that Samson was a member of the tribe sounded awesome, but then I heard where the tribe fell into heavy idolatry. -- Then I got to think about the dream and remembered how I got there. It was the poem; But how? When I read the story again, I started to piece this together on the Copilot ap then lo and behold I also realized why I always get sentimental around this part of the story.
I also remember a subtle vision I had that I remembered when I was with Nesher in a vision; all those eagle feathers looked comfy until he pointed one of his wings towards the throne and advised me past that point.
For the past week I’ve felt like cutting back on video games and sugar. And even plotting to cut smoking again. I just feel like I’m being guided right now not by an angel but by the Holy Spirit Himself...