This is absolutely blowing my mind right now because 20 years ago during a significant psychotic episode I also ate soap on the advice of a glowing angelic figure who also commanded me to store samples of my own semen in a freezer in my basement. I've long since accepted those experiences as crazy edge cases in a complex brain and tied every supernatural interpretation I had to actual rational events, and I'm sure this is just an insane coincidence, but damn if it doesn't make me pause for a second. I wonder if there's some strange cultural artifact I've forgotten that both I and this fellow were exposed to that would explain this synchronicity.