from whence you came

I dreamed I was at some sort of show or dinner high up in a building and many people were gathered there, young adults dressed in black and white with black ties and white shirts. Most people were seated around tables, as though there was a dinner going on.

One of the youths stood up, brandished a sword and grinned.

 I sensed trouble.

He yelled, “and now it’s time for my magic show!” Before the guy next to him had time to respond, his right forearm had gotten cut off by a thwack of the sword. “And the next bit!” thwack! The sword came down and took off the poor dude’s other arm. He then proceeded to come around the table and drive the blade of the sword through the gut of my wife (she seemed a bit surprised by the incident but not injured.)

Well, by this point I’d had enough of this so-called “magic show” so I slapped him hard. He let go of the sword, let loose his fists which I simply bypassed, then I picked him up and shoulder pressed him above my head and carried him toward the windows of the high-rise. I was fixing to heave the bastard through the plate-glass and send him plunging to his demise 100 stories below.

All eyes were fixed on me.

Alas—I stopped and looked up at the guy—who was more of a kid than a man. He looked sad and scared.

“You know what? I’m going to ask you a question, and it’s this: what do you think about getting with Jesus? Don’t you think that sounds like a better option than..(I nodded over to the window).

He began to weep. I set him down. That is how the dream ended.

stay tuned

Do you really want to know what the deal is? Yes? No? Maybe? Well, I’ll tell you this, bucko, that it ain’t anything at all that you could’ve thought of in your wildest imaginings. You want to know why? Because it is fucking unbelievable and by virtue of the fact of how it is in operation it is virtually un-provable (at least, at this time) because it is operating on a cloak of utter secrecy and incomprehensibility.

I will tell you this: things are not as they seem.

What do I mean? This is what I mean: that virtually everything you think you know about history, yourself, your surrounding, and the physical reality you inhabit is virtually bullshit.

Yes, bullshit.

What is really going on is this: this reality has been commandeered and manipulated by beings who (as far as I can tell) have eyes atop their foreheads, communicate telepathically, and operate inter-dimensionally. If they are communicating to you telepathically, and you attempt to verbalize what they are doing to you, like, let’s say you blurt out “Hey, are you communicating with me telepathically?” their third eye will blink shut and they will look at you like you are completely insane. They do not like the “spoken word” (which makes sense, since God operates via the “Word”). They will not admit what they are, who they are, what they are doing; as a matter of fact, if you attempt to disclose this, you will be funneled into the perception that you are insane. That is the catch-22. Because, with respect to our ‘known’ reality, it is insane. That’s the beauty: they have plausible deniability, and you have probable insanity. So there you are: stuck with this knowledge, and not a damn thing you can do about it.

Unless: one of them defects, and lets you know there is something to be done about it, and that something is Jesus Christ.

Their enemy. Their hatred. Their destroyer. That is the what stands in their way.