I see the future.
I don’t do trances. Can’t cure your bunions or Atlantean fantasies. I do long nights of sleeping, not sleeping, sleeping, etc. Every night. All night long. I spend days exploring the universe between the chimes of my wife’s snooze alarm. Sometimes in heaven, sometimes in hell. But usually in an odd neither, which might be our future.
This is time spent in a realm between waking and sleeping. Of course I’m a prophet. Always have been. But you don’t want to see what I see now in that place where I spend so much of my other-conscious time.
I’m not crazy. I’m not a doomsday prepper. I’m more like a Christian stoic. It’s NOT going to be okay. It’s just going to be. We’ll survive it or we won’t. Pretty simple.
The Nicene Creed
I BELIEVE in one God the Father Almighty, Maker of heaven and earth, And of all things visible and invisible:
And in one Lord Jesus Christ, the only-begotten Son of God; Begotten of his Father before all worlds, God of God, Light of Light, Very God of very God; Begotten, not made; Being of one substance with the Father; By whom all things were made: Who for us men and for our salvation came down from heaven, And was incarnate by the Holy Ghost of the Virgin Mary, And was made man: And was crucified also for us under Pontius Pilate; He suffered and was buried: And the third day he rose again according to the Scriptures: And ascended into heaven, And sitteth on the right hand of the Father: And he shall come again, with glory, to judge both the quick and the dead; Whose kingdom shall have no end.
And I believe in the Holy Ghost, The Lord, and Giver of Life, Who proceedeth from the Father and the Son; Who with the Father and the Son together is worshipped and glorified; Who spake by the Prophets: And I believe one Catholic and Apostolic Church: I acknowledge one Baptism for the remission of sins: And I look for the Resurrection of the dead: And the Life of the world to come. Amen.
What I see. Anger, ruin, pain, loss, and regress. Which is not all a bad thing. Unless you’ve never learned to read, live, or love. Then it’s just running away down countless corridors, hoping nobody sees.
Dreams are such an important part of the Bible. Have we become too modern to understand that deep things are happening there? Things at the quantum level, perhaps? I don’t claim to understand any of it, but there are several Dreamers in my life — my wife and you chief among them — that I’ve learned to pay attention to. My own dream life is disappointing with occasional scary moments, same as anyone else I guess. When my brain wakes up in the morning, it’s up for good, and I almost never fall back asleep, no matter how relaxed I am. On the plus side, I can fall asleep almost instantly at night. I don’t often remember what happens after that.
So I’m curious about your dreams. Do you view them as a blessing or a curse? I know they can haunt you, and I know they’ve also prompted much of your best work. You’ve been right about so many future events that I could never dismiss your role as a seer, stoic, or prophet. Do you get the sense that the dreams WILL happen or simply COULD happen? Perhaps that’s the same thing when consciousness operates at the quantum level.
Could happen, not will. Mostly I’m not that concerned. A realm I AM concerned about, though. Used to hear about a place you could go to under the influence of a drug I never had, where you were in some hyper-technological warehouse that was hi-def, meaning absolutely everything was in startling color, focus, and immediacy.
I’ve been there. Senses times ten. Impossible to understand the size of the vault or the intricacy of the machines.
Anybody else know this place?