The Story of Good Heart Good Heart, a man of average build but sculpted muscles, struggled with the shadow of paranoid schizophrenia and methamphetamine addiction. Despite these adversities, a good heart beat in his chest, and his desire to help others never wavered. He suffered through relapses, and the risk of suicide hung over him like an ominous cloud, reaching as high as 70% during episodes. His illness manifested itself in unusual ways, intertwining with experiences that are hard to explain rationally. One day, while working in Germany, in a large corporate complex, Good Heart heard the voice of a friend, although he was not physically present. Intrigued, looking up at the stars, he joked about the star cart. The next night, the star cart seemed to change position, as if following him on a long journey home. The sky began to "go crazy", creating unknown constellations, and he discovered a birthmark on his hand resembling the Big Dipper. The car window steamed up when the radio was talking about the sky, which Good Heart interpreted as a sign.

Strange synchronicities began to appear in his life. Thoughts seemed to affect reality. When he mentioned wheels as cogs, there was a failure at his work, in which people died. He saw a platinum triangle, and the next day colored triangles flew out of the machine. He saw purple lips, and later they appeared on product packaging and in the hospital. His own lips involuntarily made a gesture of kissing them. When in Germany he heard the words "they will help you" near a flag similar to the coat of arms of a Polish city, the mayor of that city was murdered the next day.

Good Heart felt as if he lived in a game, where reality reacted to his thoughts and mood. The music he loved seemed to synchronize with the surroundings, and prophetic hallucinations foretold future events. He spoke of a broken stick and punishment, and then he saw a situation that perfectly reflected his thoughts.

The voices in his head became a constant companion, commenting on his life and sometimes giving orders. They told him to choose a color, and when he spontaneously said "yellow-blue," he saw yellow-blue garbage can lids and held two lighters in the same colors in his hands.

Good Heart did not seek publicity, he did not believe that he was part of a larger plan. He only wanted to understand what was happening to him, so that he could explain it to his son. He was afraid of the power he seemed to have, fearing that he could unknowingly cause harm.

Unfortunately, as these phenomena intensified, people began to distance themselves from him. He was left alone, misunderstood, struggling with a reality that seemed absurd to others. Despite this, Good Heart did not lose hope. He believed that the truth about his experiences would come to light one day. He planned to write his story in Polish, hoping that his words would be heard. Is his story the result of an illness, an extraordinary gift, or something else entirely? The answer to this question remains a mystery, hidden in the meanders of the human mind and perhaps in a realm that goes beyond our current understanding. Good Heart's experiences challenge science and rational thought, forcing us to reflect on the limits of our perception and the nature of reality.