Signs

I know what you’re going to think as you read this. At first you’ll think, why do I want to read this? But curiosity will get the better of you.

And then you’ll think I’m crazy. You’re probably right. Even I am doubting my own sanity and whether what I see truly happened, or if it was a hallucination as my partner says it was.

And now you'll think, "AHA! So there are drugs involved!" Well, there was a brownie involved. A rather large chunk of special brownie I might add.

So then you’ll keep reading because you might just be curious enough to find out what happens next. And when this is all over, you’ll have one of several reactions. You’ll either believe me or you won’t. You’ll think it was a hallucination and so what?

If you believe me, and I hope you do, then you just might find yourself here with me, understanding what I’m talking about. However, if you don’t and move on, that’s okay, too. What will happen will happen regardless of what you do. That's dangerous.

More dangerous still is this: what if you believe me and then decide that I’m dangerous? That I should be locked up? That for the better of humanity and all that is supposedly "American" and "Patriotic" and "for the right of the people" that I should simply not speak? Not be heard?

And that this should not be seen or read?

All I ask is that you keep an open mind. Try and put whatever you were taught, by your parents, your teachers, your neighbors, away in a box, just . . . brush it aside. Everything you’ve ever known about religion or God or the afterlife and what might be beyond. Don't think with your mind, but with your heart, the very core of your soul that is embedded in your very DNA; that part of you that is still very much connected to the Earth we come from but that you have buried and chosen not to look at.

Now, before I take the next step, there is something you must know, I am not a religious man. Not by any stretch of the imagination. I believe there is . . . something. I believe something keeps watch, but not for judgement. That, we do ourselves.

What is "out there" exists only to keep watch, so that we can continue in the way we are supposed to; interfering only when they absolutely must. To bring us back and align us to what our original goals were before we came here to this world. Before we were born. When we agreed.

Yeah. I know. Crazy. Totally. Like the Mad Hatter.

But let's suppose, for just a moment, that there are signs all around us; some subtle, easy to miss, some a bit more palpable, such as a message in the song you're listening to, the movie you watched last night, or your favorite television show, where you stopped channel surfing because something caught your attention and spoke to your heart. Or maybe there's a sign in the book you're reading.

Sometimes even these little signs, barely noticeable, are easy to dismiss as coincidences. But what if they're not?

What if the signs are there to show us the way, point us in the right direction? What if these signs are here to remind us of what we are here to do with our lives. What if these signs were real and you stopped to observe them? Would you take them seriously?

“What if,” like Joan Osborne sings in that song, “God was one of us?”

Remember. I told you. I’m not a religious man.

The signs are there. They have always been there. The trouble is, you either cannot see them, choose not to see them, or disbelief and go against your hunch.

You're not alone. We've all been there. We've all ignored the signs and paid for it dearly afterward. And we just say to ourselves, "If only . . ."

By now you’re asking yourself, “Where the hell is this going? What is up with this guy? Why am I even bothering to read this shit?” But you know the answer to that.

You’ve been just as troubled as I have been.

The signs increase in urgency if we ignore them for too long. And that is what we have done. We've ignored everything we have ever seen or felt, and believe the lies which we have been fed. Now, the signs are too obvious to overlook.

Our climate.
The state of our nation.
Our economy.
Our freedoms.
Our ability to choose and be freethinkers.
The earthquakes and other natural disasters.

We have been poisoned and continue to be poisoned. And we continue to allow it.

Sounds like a conspiracy theory, doesn't it? Sounds like one of those fantastical Hollywood movies where death and destruction bring about the fall of our nations, the fall of man, and animal, kind.

Life, as we know it, will all come to a crashing, cataclysmic, grinding halt.

That’s right. Everything will be gone and destroyed.

But what if you could stop all that? Would you do it? What if all you had to do for life to continue, was to do one simple thing that your loved one told you to do? Something they either hallucinated or perhaps -- remember you must keep an open mind -- perhaps they really channeled a message to you?

Now you’re thinking I’m crazy. Or that I’ve been watching too much television. Reading too many books, sitting in the dark watching too many movies.

Maybe I have. But the signs . . . they're all there. The time's come and we must do something. We can't just pretend that what we do has no consequence to the next person, nature, the world. The Universe.

Again I know what you're thinking. Even as they scream at their most urgent, the signs are still easy to push aside as insanity or the result of a hallucinogenic. But what it it isn't? What if there are some of us who can really feel what is at hand?

And what if I were to tell you there is an answer? A simple one.

Now here is where it gets really tricky. Here is where I will either lose you entirely and you’ll decide to click on that porno link or TMZ or Perez Hilton or some other tripe with absolutely no substance because like everyone else, you've been brainwashed to believe that the lives of those you read is far more important than you're own.

But if you believe that this "bullshit" is actually going somewhere, then please, read on. I need you to come with me even further.

What if a loved one, someone whom you have lived with for, say, nearly 13 years; someone who, hopefully, you love just as much as you love life. Or as you love yourself. Someone you would take a bullet for.

What if that person told you what you needed to do to save not only them, but yourself, your relationship and, in short, save the future of the entire planet and thus the entire universe with all it’s many layers?

Just by following a few simple rules that may or may not have been a hallucination.

Exactly what the rules are do not matter right now. I cannot tell you what they are anyway. Not at the moment. They were meant for one person and one person only. But he does not believe me. The future of our world rests in his hands and I don't think he believes me or will do anything about it.

You see, just like Dumbledore said to Harry Potter at the end of book 5, "Soon we must decide between what is right, and what is easy."

And I just need to know that I’m not crazy.

I really believe that what this one person chooses to do or not do, will alter the course of not just our planet, but the entire universe with it's billions of life forms and entities of all kinds.

I need to know how to persuade him, or the world WILL cease to exist. It's already near the brink. But it's not too late.

There is no, “That depends on what you want me to do.”

There is no, “What are you talking about?”

You either believe me or you don’t. You either understand or you don’t. You will either do it . . .

. . . or you won’t.

And then the world will end. Sooner than you think.

No. This is not fiction. It truly isn't. So please . . . come with me in the next installment. I really need someone to believe me. This was not a hallucination. I felt it, saw it. It was quite clear. There were too many specifics. Too many comments from entities all saying the same thing over and over and over. There were too many of them and they took great pains in getting here to warn him. Through me.

They risked much to tell one person what needed to be done. And that person is not listening. He does not believe me. I think . . . no, I know, he thinks I’m crazy. But he doesn’t want to talk about it anymore.

So I must tell someone else.

Again . . . I need someone to believe me. And better still, explain it to me when this retelling of my experience is over and I might understand what it's about.

I know you’re out there. I can hear you.

And I can feel you.