Barely Swerviving . a story of reverse speed bumps, mango lips...and umbrellas.

I usually don't post anything of the sort of what I am about to. I usually keep my personal experiences I have been having of late to myself and my close group of friends. I am not talking about awakening or growth or anything like that. But I am.

What got me started onto the path of the light? Fear. I thought people were going to kill me. I was out living my life and then BAM! Out of the blue, I was being followed by hundreds of nameless, faceless everybodies! They had no souls. They would harass me wherever I went. On the roads there would be following me 10 cars deep. 10 cars ahead. And on both sides of me. In the summer time I usually drive with my windows down, at EVERY red light I stopped at, I would turn down my radio and hear absolute SILENCE as every other car had their windows down and radio's off listening to me. ESPECIALLY if I was having a conversation or what not.

Mind you, I am mocha. some say latte. It is a brown. And we all know brown are not to be trusted. AT ANY COST. Right?

In any event. I had no idea what this was all about. But my "spidey senses" kicked in. I felt evil. This was about around in 2003. I never believed in any "mumbo jumbo". The term "new age" was as gross sounding to me as listening to country (not that there is anything wrong with that, but...you know).

But in the course of months, my life went from care free loving life doing my own thing to barricaded in my 3rd floor apt, all my shades drawn and a couch in front of my door because I literally thought people were trying to kill me.

Then I found out about the Patriot Act. Then I went from thinking it was a conspiracy of people trying to kidnap and kill me, to a conspiracy of people trying to people trying to kid nap me to Guantanamo and kill me legally.

Of course everyone of my friends thought I was a paranoid loony tunes at this point.

Until they slowly saw my point of view.

When it finally dawned upon them what had slowly transpired before their eyes...I had EVERY SINGLE PERSON in my circle of friends barricading their doors at night, peeping out their windows, looking over their shoulders.

I was right all along apparently. And they were not "brown", why should they be as fearful as I? Maybe it was the culture shock that if it could happen to me, their friend, it could happen to them?

In any event. I had successfully opened up the eyes to a whole group of people who would not have otherwise. I see now
the folly of how I did it. I injected more fear into their matrix. I made their action gain more strength. But I feel I raised consciousness' by doing so, acceptable trade. You can not have light without the dark.

But during this whole phase, I had accumulated days upon days of DAMNING evidence of the illegalities going on in my city by these unconstitutional forces. You see, this was even before the Patriot Act became official. This was leading up to the prelude to the 2004 election as well. What I had done was transmute their scare tactics and actions to come back and endanger them and empower me.

I had the keys in my hand to alter the face of a PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION. You know how powerful that is? To be able to say... I have a tape. Evidence. That our current President has enacted unconstitutional war against its own citizens.
Destroying their lives. Destroying their credit. Destroying their will to live.

I felt like I had a bubble of protection around me with it. I called it my "umbrella" from that point onward I would go wherever I wanted and I could visually see a block radius of "safeness" around where ever I was, and the dark forces looking in from the outside.

They outnumbered me by hundreds to 1. Logistically, financially, technologically. Yet I was holding back the proverbially tidal wave from washing over me as hundreds of people's lives around me were forever ruined and miserable.

People started asking me to hang out with them because they wanted this umbrella of protection just for even a short term so as they could have a breath of fresh air in the madness.

This is all not some sort of metaphor. This happened. But you see, I also started seeing synchronicities of my story with all sorts of other random people with the same thing happening to them. Then they would all talk about shape shifter's, lizards, free masons.

These are completely random people I would meet in my journey's across the US as I went on a road trip to find solace away from my personal hell. All I found was the dame hell spread across the country. That's when I saw it was a national hell. Not just a local or personal one.

So again, my levels of understanding went up some more notches.

Then 1 summer in 2005 I was driving through the pertified forest in Arizona, and I hit a reverse speed bump in time and space. My car had hit a speed bump, but imagine 1 concave into the pavemnet, instead out of the pavement. And when I got out to examin it, it was not there or visible. Yet at 80 miles an hour, my car did dukes of hazard air and all my passengers heads with ears touching the ceiling. From that point forward it took 10 hours to go 4 hours worth of distance.

Something odd had happened.
We lost time.
When in reality, at 100 miles an hour, should have been my best driving time ever.

Then within an hour 1 of my passenger's bottom lip swole to the size of a mango. In the space of an hour. No reason.
Of course we were all freaked out. He said pull over.

At the gas station, we waited outside in the hot New Mexico sun for about half an hour as he was freaking out in private in a locked gas station bathroom. He came out with a bloody lip, a sad face and not much explanation.

He had tied cutting out the abnormality himself to little effect.

We rushed him to the closest hospital in Santa Fe. 3 and half hours hard driving through the desert.

It took us 7.

Once we got there the doctor worked on him in the emergency room for 4 hours as we waited.

Cases closed, he was better , we could go.
We asked him what it was.

The doctor could offer no logical, or any explanation whatsover.

None of us said another word for 15 hours as we made our way across the country back home.

What was HAPPENING? My life had taken on the script of the greatest story never to be told.

This was among HUNDREDS of strange things that happened to me in the space of a few years.

But each time it happened, my understanding of what was going on increased. I was collecting puzzle pieces.

Albeit, one truly messed up puzzle. It was so crazy at one point, I had almost considered putting myself away in a loony bin several different times. This COULD NOT be really happening. But it was, and no 1 would believe a single word of it unless they were right there next to me when it did. So almost as quick as I could utter that statement, they started destroying the lives of all around me who were living testament to the weirdness around my life.

To be honest, I have no clue where 95% of my friends of that time period are or how they are doing. I love them much and wish I hope them the best. I do not fear for I know I will see them all again soon enough.

But this just goes into one rambling story of how slowly, my meaningless existence on a planet of 6 billion, slowly took on more and greater meaning and function as I saw that I touched many lives around me, whether I knew it or not. Besides my friends and relatives, there was a full fledged economy I was potentially funding inadvertently by their getting paid to ruin lives around me.

In essence, my life helped the lives of hundreds if not thousands of people go up or down in some way shape or form.

My actions effected many around me. Had I taken more drastic measures, had I been successful in finding an organization that would play my evidence for the world, we may not be going thru the dark times were were going thru a short time ago.
But I had fear. I had fear that it would not work. no one would even believe it. Or that once I played that card, I would lose my umbrella.

What I have come to found out in the last year. That tape and evidence was not my umbrella. I was. I was my own bubble of protection that emanated a safety sphere me and those around me. Mental attacks and scare tactics had no merit around me. For once, I felt like I had THEM on the run. I started traveling the country seeing where my new found skills could be used. If I could flush out the dogs where they lie.

I saw just how deep the rabbit hole went when I found them seeping through out this country. Where ever I went. I had once made the comment..."where did all the normal people go?"

There seemed to be MILLIONS of dark souless entities zombied throughout the nation.

But I found jewels in the rough. Synchronistically I was drawn to like minded revolutionaries who would shelter and befriend me on my travels. We were inadvertently and subconsciously laying down a new grid.

I see now all we did was just plug in to the only grid that matters. Our Light grid. So you see.

the point of rambling right now is to not only set up what I REALLY want to say in a part 2 of this blog later. But
that fear was a driving factor in holding back what could have been an opposite outcome than what we were left with.

Fear was the mind killer.

But Love was the answer.

To that, I will let you chew on.

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"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars . . . "