Car Crash Dream: 12/30/11

Last night I had a long dream involving a series of freak accidents that ended in an automobile crash. I don't remember much of it, but I do remember the ending. I awoke somewhat disturbed by the dream, so I posted about it on my Facebook page. I carried a tone of strange, unpleasant energy with me as I went about my business for the day.

Mid-morning, I found myself having to take a cab due to time constraints. This is a deviation from my normal routine, as normally I take the bus and train and can't afford a cab. But the cab was there, I was in a hurry, so I jumped in.

When the driver was dropping me off, someone backing out slammed into the side of our cab. Nothing major.. no one was hurt. But given everything that's happened, I can't say I didn't see that one coming.

Predictive Ability Continues

Given everything that's been going on lately with the numbers and dreams and what not, I decided to try an experiment tonight. I wanted to see if I could in some way predict what was going to be on the next TV channel before I changed it.

On the first attempt, I had an image in my head of the nose end of one of the X-wing fighters from Star Wars... when I changed the channel some guy immediately said "She's gone rogue." If you remember, Rogue Squadron was one of the divisions of X-wing fighters the rebels used against the death star.

The second time I saw the word "El" in my head, when I changed the channel there was a guy talking with what appeared to be a list of the letters of the alphabet behind him. The letter "L" was center of the screen. The program also turned out to be MontEL Williams.

The third time I saw a wall with an end table in front of it.. when I changed the channel there was a wall with an end table in front of it in the shot.

The fourth time I saw what looked like the ground view of a runway.. when I changed it there was a guy riding a motorcycle down a runway.

The fifth time I saw a wall with part of a picture frame, and before I could even change it a shot of a guy looking at a painting came on, and the shot was of part of the frame and the wall it was on.

The images weren't EXACTLY what I saw in my head, but pretty damn close. I was amazed, so I jumped Facebook to message a friend that I've been talking to about some of this stuff. After I typed the message, I looked to the ad bar on the right of the screen.

In the column was an image of an X-wing fighter from Star Wars.

I have no idea what to make of any of this.

The Case for Numbers

So I've been blathering on this blog for some time about seeing the number 144 everywhere.

Today, on a whim, I decided to Google my full given name. THIS was the second entry on the list, a RootsWeb entry of a man with my name who lived in 1855. Our name is identical. We were both born in September.

And his RootsWeb ID number is 8144.

Also, yesterday I was in Walgreens and they called a "Code 44" over the intercom. I was only in there 5 minutes.

There is quite a bit on the Internet about this phenomenon already, such as THIS THREAD and THIS POST (read the comments) and also THIS ONE is pretty good, too. If this isn't enough, just Google "I see master numbers" or "I see 144 everywhere" and you will be deluged with people sharing their experiences. Many of the articles also mention seeing the other numbers I talk about quite a bit: 33, 333, 666, 111, 1111 among others. There are a few others people talk about seeing that I've never heard of, but the ones listed are much more common among number-seers. For me, 144 is the most common by far; some days I see or hear it through some input source as often as 3 times in 15 minutes. And I make a point not to scan for it.. it does a good enough job of showing up on it's own.

What you will also find online is no shortage of people trying to explain what the number sightings mean. I've heard every explanation from lightworker awakening to spiritual guidance to angelic communication, and everything in between. Speaking for myself, I don't have my own theory as to meaning yet. It simply hasn't been happening long enough. Rest assured that if I ever do figure out the meaning, I'll be sure to share it here.

There is one other number I have seen quite a bit, and that is the number 316. 316 sightings aren't as common from what I've read, but they do occur; I was ready to dismiss the whole 316 thing as coincidence until I happened to mention it on my Facebook page, and received a reply from a girl named Kristi that I used to go to school with. Kristi says she's been seeing 316 her entire life. Not only does she see it, but apparently every time she checks into a hotel she almost always gets assigned to room 316.

316 is the number that started it all for me. For about a week back in April, every day I would happen to look at the clock at 3:16PM. During that week, our friend Andrea sent us a Bible, the Bible we use every day, and when I received the package containing the Bible from the front desk, I glanced at my watch. It was 3:16PM. I thought this was very strange at the time because I had no idea that number sightings were any kind of a phenomenon at all. This all had been going on for nearly a month before I began to search the Internet and found out about the whole 11:11 phenomenon. Before that I had no idea about any of this stuff. At all.

Bear with me, I'm going somewhere with all this.

About a week after I began seeing 316, I noticed that the hotel phone number ended in 666. Then for a while 666 was everywhere I turned. There are some earlier entries on this blog where I talk about seeing it often. You can look back at previous posts if you want; I've talked about it on at least a couple of occasions. Although I don't see 666 much at all anymore, it remains one of the big ones.

Okay, so... what is the common thread among most of these numbers? The majority of them appear somewhere in the Holy Bible. John 3:16 is probably the most quoted passage in the Bible. 666 and 144 appear in Revelation. 3 (33 and 333.. repeating 3s) is the number of the Trinity. There is the fact that I was 40 years old when all this started (40 appears over and over again in the Bible.. the Israelites spent 40 years in the desert, it rained 40 days and nights in the story of Noah). And also you have Romans 1:11, which talks about being given spiritual gifts. Take all this together and you have a group of numbers that appear to be pointing me toward the Christian faith.

It was enough for me. So.. I was baptized as a Lutheran last Sunday. And this leads me to one more story.

After the baptism last Sunday, Nicolle and I went to a local seafood restaurant for a little mini-celebration. After receiving the check, I pulled out my card to pay. I noticed that the last 3 digits were 133. Then I looked at the receipt. We were seated at table 3, the check had been tabbed out at 12:33PM on terminal number 3. This began one of the biggest number assaults I've experienced yet. Over the course of the next 24 hours, the numbers 33, 133 and 333 were everywhere I turned. Television, newspaper.. you name it. I tried to count the number of times it popped up and lost count around 30. The next day I pulled out an old Chinese menu for a place called Custer Wok (I have no idea where the menu came from), and saw the last 3 digits of the phone number was 133. The order total wound up being just over $33, and our order number was 33. Then just as quickly as it started appearing, it stopped.

Pretty fitting to be bombarded with the number 3 on the day of my baptism.

My 11-11-11

There was a lot of talk recently about the date 11-11-11 and the possibility of it being a key date in terms of synchronicity experiences. I can not personally say I experienced anything life-changing or earth-shattering, but I will say that I did have a flurry of these experiences, and one of them was the strongest yet.

A few months ago I wrote THIS POST detailing some things that occurred one evening on which there happened to be a full moon. On that evening I found the wallet of a lady by the name of Donna Rousseau. Although I never followed up on this blog, the next week I was able to track her down, and got her money and belongings back to her. I didn't talk to her in person, but I did take the train to the place she was staying and left the wallet at the desk. I later talked to her on the phone and confirmed she did get it.

Well, last Friday (11-11-11) Nicolle and I were killing time at home while waiting for the wheelchair bus. Normally when we're waiting on something like that I don't really want to get absorbed in anything particular, because when I do I tend to lose track of time. So on this day I was just randomly flipping through channels while waiting for the bus to show up.

Purely by chance (hah!) I landed on the television show Cheaters, which is normally a show I have no interest in whatsoever. However, today happened to flip by long enough to notice the show was in Dallas, so I watched for a second to see if I could identify the location they were filming from.

I wasn't able to tell where they were, but the person who happened to be featured on the segment at exactly the same time I landed on the program was.... Donna Rousseau! Although I never met her, I was able to identify her from the drivers license in the wallet.

So, lets break all this down. I put up a blog post about a fortune cookie that said told me the next full moon would be an enchanted evening. On the night of that full moon, I found a complete stranger's wallet, full of money, then an hour later found someone else's iPhone. Both finds were returned, the iPhone the same night and the wallet later that week. Then several months afterward I happen to see the owner of the wallet, who I never actually met, on a television show that I never watch, on 11-11-11, at date synchronized with a set of master numbers I have been harping about on this blog for a long time.

Carl Jung knew exactly what he was talking about.

Premonition?

Saturday night, Nicolle said I woke up in the middle of the night and appeared to be angry. She said I fell back asleep, then woke up a few minutes later crying. I have a vague memory of that, but don't remember waking up angry. And I have absolutely no memory of what I was dreaming or crying about. That part isn't new; until this year I have rarely remembered any of my dreams. The next morning we learned there was a 5.7 magnitude earthquake in Oklahoma. Nicolle says the time reported for the earthquake coincided with the time I woke up crying. I wasn't surprised, but I don't really understand why I was chosen for this.

Master Numbers

As I've mentioned a few times on this blog, I have been seeing certain sets of numbers repeatedly for some time now. Mostly these number patterns consist of 44, 4444, 144, 33, 3333, 111 and 1111, and a few variations on these same repeating patterns. Online research into the subject has told me that these numbers are what are known as "master numbers", and variations of master numbers. With my online research having hit a wall, today I went to the library to see what I could find about the topic in book form.

The section was small. There were various selections by Carl Jung (synchronicity, which I am also experiencing heavily) and a few other authors, but one book in particular happened to catch my eye. It was called The Master Numbers, and it basically goes into a explanation of numerology, master numbers (11, 22, 33, 44, etc.) and how some people are seeing these numbers as I am. It explains a few other things as well, but that isn't what I'm here to tell you about.

After looking through the book, I glanced at the back cover. The Dewey decimal location for this book was 133.335. Then, the corner of my eye caught another book that had been taken out and was lying beneath the location of the other book. That book was called 2012: The Day of Reckoning. I found this interesting, for a couple of reasons. The first is that 2012 is an unrelated topic, but one I am also heavily interested in. For some reason this book was placed in the same small section of the library. Also, for those who don't know, the Mayan long-count calendar ends on Dec. 21st, 2012, at 11:11 AM. Strange coincidence? Wait, there's more.

The Dewey decimal for that book was 133.333.

After gathering up my two books, I went outside to smoke a cig. Standing on the sidewalk, I happened to glance at some sign stuck in the ground touting water conservation. Than I saw the phone number.

972-744-4111.

I would say that I was shocked and amazed at seeing this, but that wouldn't be the truth. I have been seeing these numbers for several months now, and seeing all these numbers in such a close, unrelated sequence like that is becoming commonplace for me. Some people are naturally skeptical and will attempt to explain it all away as coincidence, or as my mind being on the subconscious lookout for these patterns and notifying me when they appear. But that isn't it. I started seeing these patterns before I was aware there was any such phenomenon going on. I only became aware of what master numbers were after I'd been seeing them for nearly a month.

It's a full blown phenomenon, and it's spreading. Google it yourself.

Passing Our Own Shadow

Today several events happened that lead me to believe that Nicolle and I have passed our own shadow.

First of all, on the way to the car earlier she was actually able to walk down the front steps... very gingerly and with the help of me and two walkers, but she did it. Before now she had only been able to walk up, in the same fashion. This was a first for her walking down. Progress.

We went to Wal-Mart. Through the generous loaning of our new family's van, I drove and she was the passenger. First time that has happened since before the accident also.

On our way there, we passed an accident. It involved a brown Ford Explorer, exactly the color and model of vehicle she hit back in November that caused our world to flip upside down. Someone had hit it from behind. Just like in her accident.

I stopped at 7-11 to get gas. The total of the purchases of the guy in front of me was $6.66. Of course that caught my attention as well.. given the seeing of the numbers and whatnot. We got gas at pump 3. I don't really care who all thinks this means nothing, because there is an earlier post in this blog where I ponder the coincidence of 666 and 3 falling so close together.

It seems the spiritual stuff happens much more frequently around major events. I've had that connection made for some time.. and today was no exception.

Also, we met face to fact with our attorney yesterday, finally. Told him everything. His eyes were big as saucers, and he didn't look at us in any way like we were crazy. He believed us. I mean, when you hand a guy a mountain of evidence like we handed him, that tends to be the case. Then we sat in Starbucks for a while, quietly and peacefully until the wheelchair bus came.

It's been a good couple of days. Our situation at our new home, which seemed tenuous at first, has vastly improved. They even found a FREE king-sized bed on Craigslist and went all the way to Grand Prairie to get it last night.

Progress. Progress. I like the sound of that word.

144 and Another Dream

A sign in the form of the number 144 has popped up several times recently:

1. The Internal Affairs report I filed over a month ago was assigned a case number ending in -144.

2. Mike Flipp has a section in his book "2! A Book that Details the Signs Given to me by God" where the prisoner count in the cell block where he is a guard strangely ended up being 144 one day. (You can download the book for free from his website by clicking here. Download the book, and check out the section dated "June 27th, 2007".) The fact that the count came out to 144 was a big enough deal for him to put a section in his book about it.

3. We met some very special people today who came by today, and in the course of our conversation they mentioned having exactly $144.00 in one of their accounts. I had had other signs these people were special and their mention of 144 confirmed it.

4. A friend called me from an unusual phone number today that had 144 in it.

5. There was one other sighting of 144 somewhere this morning, but where I saw it escapes me. It may have been something I read in scripture. If and when I remember I'll edit this post to include it here.

Suffice it to say, I've been seeing 144 all day and Nicolle and I have been very aware of this number and have talking about seeing it nearly all day long before now.

Now then... just a few minutes ago I was dozing and having a mini-dream where people were in a building somewhere and were pouring out of the interior offices and running screaming down a hallway. I think some kind of natural disaster was occurring, I couldn't tell if the people were running to an interior room (as in a tornado) or running to the exit (as in an earthquake). Then I saw the outside of the building. It appeared to be in the country, as outside the building there was farmland and cows inside a fence. There was a vehicle (maybe an emergency vehicle?) with the number 365 on it. Yes, I'm aware 365 is the number of days in a year, but didn't realize that until Nicolle pointed it out.

5. While I was dreaming this, Nicolle was lying beside me reading. When I awoke from the mini-dream, for some out-of-the-blue reason it occurred to me to ask her what page she was on of the book she was reading.

"Page 144", she said. She says she had just turned the page to 144, and remembering that 144 had come up several times all day she asked, "Did you look at the page number before you asked me that?" "No," I said. "I was just dozing. I don't even know why I even thought to ask you what page you were on." Really... it was just like something.. came over me. That's about as well as I can explain it.

I take this as a warning that some severe natural disaster is coming. When, I don't know. Maybe 144 days from now. Maybe 144 hours. But 144 clearly means something. The problem with this prophecy thing is I can only report the pieces I'm given. I have no control over any of it. I'm just the vessel, and I try to report what I'm given exactly as I dream it. I probably shouldn't even try to interpret it, that should be left for someone with the interpretation gift.

I can say I feel like I'm getting somewhat of a handle on how to use this gift. Like I described in my last post, when the man with the last name "Angel" called, I knew this meant something to do with angels would happen soon after. Indeed, the next day I met a cab driver named Gabriel that I had a very meaningful conversation with.

So far as I can tell, seeing the same number sequence many times in the same day before a dream like that, then having that dream, then immediately afterward getting some sort of confirmation by the same number "coincidentally" appearing again... it has to be relevant. Has to.

But what's going to happen, I don't konw. Keep your eyes peeled for severe natural disasters in the near future. How 365 plays in to this, I don't know either.

RTH 8/14/2011 9:47PM

Angels and Coincidences

Last night I posted an ad on a local message board about needing housing. I got one call last night after the post went up, a man with the last name "Angel". I want to keep his first name out of this out of respect.. he doesn't now me and I don't feel it would be right to blast his name all over the Internet because he was calling to see if he could help us.

He asked me quite a few questions, as preliminary landlords are prone to do. He was polite and we clearly shared a Christian viewpoint. After we hung up, I couldn't get it out of my head that his last name was Angel. I think I've stated numerous times on this blog that I believe we're protected by angels, and still believe that.

So today, we were informed that some of Nicolle's medicine was ready for pickup at her doctor's office. For some reason they wouldn't call it in, so I had to fork over for a cab. I briefly considered the bus and train but the way the buses run here I would be lucky to have gotten to the doctor's office by tomorrow morning, let alone by 5PM today. Besides, it isn't far, so I went ahead and called a cab.

Cab came. We took off to our destination, and as he seemed friendly, we got to talking. Eventually, I introduced myself by name, and so did he. His name was Gabriel.

After getting the sign last night, I knew something about angels would come up today. I'm learning a little bit about how to read the what I'm being given and I'm slowly making progress. I knew it would come up, and it did.

After we made the rounds... doctor's office and pharmacy, I told him about some of the experiences I've been having. Then he asked me to pray for him. He said he had something going on in his life of a very spiritual nature, and said there were a group of people involved causing some sort of conflict. I couldn't understand him very well because he had a heavy Nigerian accent, but I promised to pray for him, and as I did, out of the blue I was suddenly overcome at that moment to give him some advice as well. I told him this: "You carry the name of the Angel of the Lord, so you are blessed. (He had also told me his son's name was Issac). I don't know what your trial is, but remember this: Evil never triumphs over good. I've sometimes had people tell me that this isn't always true, but they are mistaken. Sometimes this appears to be the case, and for one specific reason: The fact is, the only time evil triumphs over good is when the good people give up the fight. If you are right, just and truthful, and what you are doing is good, never give up. No matter what. You can be assured it won't be easy, you'll suffer, and you might even come to harm.. it depends on the battle. But do this and you will win whatever battles with evil are ahead of you. Remember what Paul said to Timothy from prison. 'I have fought the good fight, I have kept the faith'." (Strangely enough, this quote from Paul was the exact same thing I said to Mr. Angel last night, when he asked about how we were handling our situation.)

Gabriel thanked me. Then he looked me in the eye and shook my hand. "Your name is Timothy," he said. "Timothy, yes," I said. "God bless, and don't give up."

And I went inside the hotel.

It's true. I didn't mention to the man anything of our current battles or about our supernatural ceiling manifestations.. it just wasn't appropriate to get into it. But what I DID tell him is something I live my life by. Nicolle and I are in a battle with pure evil. It is a hard battle we're fighting. But we will prevail, or we will die trying. the wrongs that have been done to us, including the damage done to my own daughter, my baby.. can only be reversed by pushing and pushing until the truth of the entire situation is revealed. Many people want us to shut up and go away, stop complaining, stop being negative.. blah blah blah. I've had my life threatened on more than one occasion. But the people wanting us to move on simply don't understand that there is so much more here involved than just "moving on". This is about honor, truth, and justice. This is about righting wrongs that have been done by fighting until the deed is done. It's the only way. And it will be done, because God is with us. I feel His spirit everywhere.

What's Coming?

A few of the dreams I haven't mentioned very much about over the past month or so involve a particular theme. Me riding in an armored vehicle of some sort. Now, I'm not going to say this is a prophecy, because the dreams were quite fuzzy and frankly I don't remember most of them. But I do remember that part clearly. And I can't say they've had "the feel", but that doesn't mean they aren't predictive in some way. I don't know. But suffice to say I have been having dreams about internal US warzones, one which included a safe with a china plate in it. I'm not making this up, I'm just not doing a very good job of explaining it because I don't feel much like blogging right now. I've got food to procure for my lady.

What I do know is that I checked in on an online friend's website today and looked at some of the stuff he's been putting up lately. Click the link below.

The Strong Watchman

Maybe I'm wrong. I hope so.

Another Dream - By Both of Us

The time now is 7:03AM, August 6th 2011.

I just had another dream. In the dream I lived in a house with some other people.. not people I knew, but the implication was that we were there because we had to be. The house was old and run down. I don't think we had electricity. At one point we were going over issues within the house (we maintained the house as a committee, it seemed) and someone said, "we have to do something about all this standing water." At one point later in the dream, and this part was very clear.. I was standing in the kitchen, looked across it, and there was 2-3 inches of stagnant, standing water in the dream. And then, for a split second, I dreamed about seeing a beer price list, you know, draft beers which are 2-3 dollars in a pub somewhere. The price of the beer was $12.40. By my calculation within the dream, I had it as about 3 times what it would normally cost.

I woke up.

Told Nicolle about the dream.

She informs me that she had been having as dream as well, in which we were living in a dilapidated (she uses the term "in a state of disrepair", which is a fine description of the house in my dream)house with some other people we didn't know. Also, our household had been having a problem with standing water, too. She said it was dark all the time and there didn't appear to be any electricity. She said it was very dangerous for her to be there, so she only moved around at night. The standing water seemed to come in at night in her dream and by nightfall there would 2-3 inches deep standing around. She said I was going to some sort of school for cooking (remember, I was in the kitchen when I saw the standing water in my dream). According to her, the cooking school seemed to be some front, in which I really did something for an underground movement concerning computers. She re-iterates that it was dangerous for her to be there during the day so she hid. She said the computers were all really old and clunky and had a very specialized use. What the use was she doesn't know. The computers were very old but were very important. The standing water kept getting on the computers and it was a major battle to keep them dry. In both dreams, the standing water seemed to be a major problem.

End dreams.

So.. Nicolle and I just had mostly the exact same dream at the exact same time, lying in bed next to each other. The common elements are: Standing water. And old dilapidated house with us and strangers in which the house was run by committee. She says I was in cooking school, and I saw the standing water clearest when I was in the kitchen. It was dark, probably with no electricity.

This dream means something. I think I'm going to go ahead and tell everyone to take this as some sort of prophecy. The fact that we basicaly dreamed it together while lying next to each other is amazing enough.

I'd appreciate interpretation feedback. If you know someone, who interprets dreams, please send this link to them immediately, and report back.

RTH 7/6/2011

Dream - August 4th, 2011

This is my accounting of the dream sequence I had on Thursday, August 4, 2011.

BACKGROUND

Let me start with some brief personal background. My father died in 2003. Although he had been sick and it wasn't a surprise (he was 85) I was torn to pieces over it because I loved him very much. Ever since then I occasionally have dreams about him. In the dreams, he is alive, and I never understand why. I always wind up asking him.. why are you alive when we had a funeral for you?" This has gone on, occasionally, since his death. Obviously I ask him this question in the dream because I'm alseep and don't realize that I am dreaming.

He left his homestead property, and the house I grew up in, to be divided between my brother, my step-mother, and me. In recent years my brother bought out our shares and from what I understand has commenced rebuilding the house and associated property, which had been abandonded and was in bad shape.

THE DREAM

This long dream was a series of dream sequences. I'll take them one at a time.

FIRST SEQUENCE:
It began with me and two other (unknown) people visiting the old homestead property. Apparently my brother had done much work, including converting the large front yard to some sort of rodeo arena. There was unfinished construction all around. We entered the property, and it was unfinished lavishness. There was a sliding glass door, which I opened to find two swimming pools. Other parts of the house were more unfinished, and as I wandered around it was as run-down as I remember it being as a teenager. One of the rooms had a bed, and in it were a married couple that I think I knew but can't be sure. They looked very sad.

SECOND SEQUENCE:
I was riding in a car on the passenger side. My dad was driving. At this point, I became fully aware I was dreaming. I looked at my dad, and knowing he had died and I was talking to his spirit, I asked him, "How are you?"

"I'm doing well", he said. "I'm proud of you. I was very worried about you last time I saw you." (In 1995, before I moved to Dallas, I had a minor breakdown in front of my dad. I was crying furiously and it freaked him out. This is the event he was referring to, I did see him several times after I moved to Dallas, but I do remember that event clearly, and I'm sure it did worry him at the time.) At that point, I looked very closely at him, and two things occured to me. My dad was very country and would never say, "I'm doing well". And also, close inspection of his face made me realize that it looked ALMOST like him, but something was off. It might have been him, it might not.

SEQUENCE THREE:
I woke up on a couch in a house somewhere I didn't recognize. There were several people around me I didn't know. It was clearly their house. "You've been asleep for a day and a half", one said. "We just let you sleep". "Thank you for letting me sleep", I said. "Obviously I needed it."

"What's your name?" they asked. (At this point, I became fully aware, within the dream, that I was dreaming. I became keenly aware that I was some other dimensional plane. I knew I was alseep in my bed back at the hotel, and that Nicolle was alseep beside me.)

"I'm Tim Hawkins", I said. The reacted very strangely when I said this. One of them said something to the effect of, 'We've been expecting you."

At that point I looked up and a man in a green vest (kind of like those blue Wal-mart vests, only green) walked down a halway and up to me. "Follow me", he said. He appeared to be some sort of basic authority figure. So I followed him down the hallway.

Shortly, he began to run. I began to run after him. At that point I heard someone coming up behind me. I wasn't afraid, but I decided to outrun them. I started running faster and pulled away from them, but in doing so I lost sight of the man I was following. As we entered some large building (kind of like.. Wal-mart, only not Wal-mart). There were lots of people in regular clothes milling around.

The man had turned right or left and I had missed the direction he turned. I made a quick choice, and turned left. I ran into a crowd of the people with regular clothes.

(At this point I'm still fully aware I'm dreaming, and am convinced I'm on another dimensional plane.) I begin asking people what this place was, and telling them who I was. I asked several people about it. then I passed several people who appeared to be bowing to me, like in worship. Things were moving fast at this point because I was looking for the man in the green vest. I needed to find him.

I went back across the hallway I'd run down, over to the right side. There were more people in regular clothes. The all appeared to be becoming aware of me and who I was, and I started telling them who I was and was going to find out what this place was. I saw another man (not the same guy as before) in a green vest. As I started toward him, another man, this one wearing a green collared shirt, came up to me and took me by the arm. I got the sense that this man was a level above the men in green vests, mainly because of his shirt, but also because he seemed more knowledgable. He gently took my arm in his and leaned over and said in a whisper, "Shhhh. You don't want these people to know.

(The sense I got at the time is what he meant was that they didnt need to know who I was and where I was from. It was implied that yes, they wanted to talk to me, but the information I had wasn't for everyone. It might cause a panic, or might cause them to worship me. I complied. I just wanted answers, and his voice implied that the answers were coming.)

SEQUENCE FOUR:
I appeared in another hallway. This time it was a very ancient, stone building. Very dark. At the end of the hallway there were a group of men in hoods. Some kind of ancient order of monks was the sense I got. There may have been some candles lighting the place. Still being fully aware I was dreaming, I decided I didn't want them to see me, so I made myself invisible. I wanted to hear what they were saying.

I approached them. They were talking about me. I couldn't understand what they were saying, but I was sure it was about me. Beside them was a desk with a piece of paper on it. I looked at it. It was blank except for two or three lines of words at the top.

I decided to try to read the words off, in my dream, and verbalize them in my sleep so that Nicolle could hear them. (Remember, I've known I was dreaming the whole time, knew she was beside me, and even knew what time it was where I was sleeping that that she is normally awake at that hour. I figured if I could read the words off in my dream and verbalize them in my sleep, Nicolle would hear me. I wanted to do this in case I forgot the words later, as I often forget blocks of my dreams.)

I began to read the words. I recognized them at the time as very meaningful words that I've seen or thought recently in association with synchronicity.

(Mike Flipp will understand this as it relates to numbers.. you see many but there are certain ones that jump out at you and stick, and you see them repeatedly. I do this with certain numbers too, but recetly it has been happening with certain words as well. With me, it happens like this: my thought processes will be running over nothing in particular, just normal everyday thoughts, and certain words I think in my head will IMMEDIATELY manifest in reality.. I'm hear them on the TV, the radio, or I will see them on someone's shirt, or a billboard... Whatever medium is available depending on what I'm doing. It doesn't seem to matter where I am or what I'm doing, when it happens, it finds a way to manifest.)

So I read off several of the words, before the paper began to shake back and forth, as if there was some power (possibly whoever was controling the dream) knew I was trying to read them and communicate them back to Nicolle. I was able to read off several and was pretty sure I mumbled them in my sleep. I forgot most of what I read, but one I'm certain I saw was the word "PIL", and I'm pretty sure I saw 'CHILDREN" and "POWER". The last two I'm not as sure about, but "PIL" (with only one "L") I am certain about.

Whatever was shaking the paper back and forth then realized that I was still able to read them, so the words just started multiplying into basic words that meant nothing.. "dog", "cat".. basic words that I knew meant nothing. I couldn't read them all. So I stopped trying.

Then I decided to reveal myself to the elders (or monks or whatever). When I appeared, they were cleary taken aback by my appearance! They started to come toward me, and the dream ended.

AWAKE:
I woke up. It was early. I actually sleepwalked all the way across the floor to the door, trying to remain asleep and in the dream state. At that point the dream was clearly gone and I woke up completely.

The dream had been so clear and I'd had so much control over it, that I stood there and went over it three times with Nicolle. I did this for a couple of reasons.. I knew it was very important and wanted to nail it into both our heads so it wouldn't be forgotten. But also it was so real that I just couldn't keep talking about it. I posted on Facebook that I'd had "one of those dreams" and I'd explain it later. Then I lay back down and went to bed.

FINAL SEQUENCE:
I had scarecly started dozing, and remember that I was starting to dream something, when a second dream suddenly came into my head. I was actually dreaming two things at once. If you want me two explain how, I can't. But there was another, stronger consciousness present. The dream was of me bandaging a wound in someone's (a stranger's) leg with a tourniquet of dollar bills. It was very brief, then gone. And I woke up, mentioned it to Nicolle, considered posting it on Facebook, decided I was too sleepy, and went back to sleep. Didn't dream about anthing else afterward that morning.


Later on this day, the Dow Jones dropped 512 points. London closed down 3.5%. In Japan, The Nikkei dropped over 10%. The Japanese government had to intervene to stabilize the Yen.

I find myself wondering if I'd posted my dream about the tourniquet of dollar bills at 6:30, and someone had listened, would it have made a difference? The world markets lost trillions of dollars. I knew something was wrong early in the day. I knew the dream meant something. I just didn't know it would manifest so quickly.

This prophecy gift is both a blessing and a curse. My pastor told me as much yesterday when I met with her. Today, she was proven right. But it is what it is, and I'm still receptive to the gift. I guess from now on I'll do a better job writing things down and getting the word out when I have another dream like that.

And to all reading this.. I apologize for the harshness of the previous post, which I put up in anger. I won't take it down, because it's the truth, but it was unChristian of me to tear into the woman like that. I'm not perfect, I'm human. And many would say she had it coming. Especially after what we've been through at their hands. I ask all of you to understand my anger and need to further defend my wife. I should have taken the high road, but in my anger I didn't. But then again, one only has so many cheeks.

God Bless.

Tim

Reply to House Dropper

This comment is in response to "Anonymous" who threatened to drop a house on my head. I posted a reply on my FB, accepting their offer of housing. This was that person's reply to that.

"The house will drop on your head, NOT ... in your head! You're a very silly man. You can try to shame others, and me-self. Trying is all you will accomplish. The smarter ones are more clear headed, they don't fumble as you do, My God knows of all truths, lies, and deceit. his eyes are on you."

First of all, I know who you are. Having John call was your mistake. You're too weak and pitiful to call yourself. You are the only one who would be worried after I tore into your new family.. Chanelle. From what I hear, everyone is in quite a stir. If it were all crap, why be worried? If I were really that delusional, you'd just let it go. Even though you hide behind "anonymous", you give yourself away by several mistakes.

1. You never have understood the concept of approving blog comments. When you send 10 in the course of 30 minutes, the system treats them of spam. They're not gone, they're waiting to be approved. This is the second time you've made that mistake.

2. The the first time, your dumb mistake was the comment about "pandhandling a ride to Texas to make sure your daughter was ok". Hi Linda. I guess all the dope you did while leaving your children unattended for months at a time really had a profound affect on you.

3. Having John call after screaming at him all day was a sure giveaway. I have respect for John and he doesn't want to be involved. Stop making his life miserable. He has enough to worry about. Maybe you should go back to doing dope, or take up crocheting or something.

4. Don't "like" things on my Facebook page. People adept at blogstalking would know that already.

5. I can see you hit my blog all day long with that silly Samnsung phone you have. your browser is Netfront.

6. And this is most important... if you don't feel ashamed about what you did while you were down here, you really are beyond hope. Nicolle tried to deter me from tearing into you, and for the most part until now I really I have. I didn't mention the abuse to anyone at all. Don't make me. Back your ass up now and your weak ass reputation might have a chance of surviving. Actually, this goes for Chanelle, too. Nicolle might not be willing to put it up, but I know enough about Chanelle's sex life and ailments to fill a book, what Nicolle said Chanelle told her about Denny's penis would be very embarrassing if it got out. And if you want me to elaborate, please continue to jack with us. That goes for the both of you.

7. Even though you learned how to use consistent grammar, you still have consistent mistakes you don't even realize you have that identifies you.

8. If you gave a damn about your daughter, you'd call her instead of have John call her and bitch about what I put up. If you have a problem with what I write, call me. You have my number. Nicolle walked a few weeks ago for the first time in 7 months. If you cared, you'd call her. You'd email her. You'd send her a letter. But you don't. What you do is complain about what I put on the Internet. That's almost as despicable as withholding her medical equipment. And you KNOW you did it, lets not fool ourselves. John is the only one in the family who appears to give a damn about her, and he calls consistently. What you do is piss and moan. Get over yourself.

Back off, if you know what's good for you. That's not a physical threat.. because I'm out of it. It's a DPD/Federal matter now. If you haven't done anything wrong, then you have nothing to worry about. (*wink* we both know the truth of that, don't we?).

If you have further problems with what I say and are too much of a coward to use the phone, our room number is 255. We'll be expecting you.

By the way, IA and the Feds have all your phone numbers. I made sure they were provided in the report. That goes for you too, Chanelle, and Denny. Carla's wasn't available, but I'm sure since she worked for the courthouse, they can find her.

Have a nice day.

Mental Prophecy

I want to relate to you something that happened over the weekend. I was walking to Taco Bell to get food for Nicolle and myself. Now, this is a rough part of town, and there are alot of homeless people. As it goes with the homeless, some are genuine people who have had a hard time, and some are genuinely evil people out to take advantage of others. One guy I've heard of around here who begs for money on the corner actually lives in a giant house and from what I've heard has significant control of some of the local gang activity.

On my way to get food, I past a homeless couple that I have seen on more than one occasion. I know these two from when they took advantage of a couple of other friends of mine who used to live here, and who I have written about in this blog, Ed and Cliff. I get a very bad vibe from them. I don't claim to know exactly what they're involved in, but I assure you it isn't good.

What was weird was that the two were accompanied by two other known drug people, which caught my attention specifically because the couple is usually by themselves. They were hogging the sidewalk, and I had to cut through the grass to avoid them. As I passed the four of them, I thought, "Man are they really going the wrong way. Both literally, and figuratively.". I also thought something to the effect of, "The wages of sin is death." After that, I forgot about them and went on about my business.

Also, earlier the same day, Nicolle and I had caught up on our daily devotionals. We had missed two of them, so we read them all at once along with the associated scriptures. The first of them referenced 1 Kings 3:12 - "Indeed I give you a wise and discerning mind." That verse in particular had been on my mind since we read it.

The next morning, I awoke and got on line, as usual. The first headline I saw was a post by a local news station:

"Wrong way collision kills four in Wise County overnight..."

Chocolate Milk

About a week or so ago Nicolle requested breakfast from the Shell by where we live. She also requested I get her a chocolate milk.

Teasing her, I said "the Shell is out of chocolate milk. Not just that, they're out of all milk all together." I was joking, of course. Who runs out of milk?

I went to the Shell to get her breakfast (which is pretty good, actually). Then I went over to get her milk.

There wasn't any. No chocolate, no white milk. I looked more closely.

There, turned on its side, was one remaining chocolate milk.

It was Promised Land chocolate milk.

It was out of date and had been left behind, apparently. So they gave it to me for free.

Full Moon Enchanted Evening

One night a few weeks ago, Nicolle and I ordered Chinese food. Our two fortune cookies that night read:

"You will bring sunshine into someone's life."

and

"Next full moon will be an enchanting evening."

Well, Sunshine is my daughter's name. Tonight is the next full moon. That said, let me tell you the story of my evening.

Nicolle had a doctor's appointment today, and as usual we went via ParaTransit. The driver on the ride home was friendly, and after I got Nicolle situated here in the room he offered me a ride back up to Parkland to fill her prescriptions. This was a nice thing to do.. they're really not supposed to do that. But I accepted.

When I got to Parkland pharmacy I pulled a ticket to wait in line. The number was 326. At that point I looked at the time on my phone, so I would know how long I would have to wait. The time was 6:23.

I filled the prescriptions and left. Normally I take the train back home, so I walked to the train station. When I got there, the station was almost deserted, except for a black ladies wallet sitting by itself on a seat. I grabbed it and looked inside at the driver's license photo, hoping I would see the owner standing around somewhere and I could return the wallet to her. She was gone. So, I resolved to take the wallet and find the owner.

I took the train to Bachman Station, and arrived about 45 minutes early for the bus, which takes me back to the hotel. Being hot and having extra time, I decided to walk over to Racetrac for something to drink.

After grabbing a Sprite Zero at the fountain, I looked over and there was an unattended iPhone and car keys lying by itself. Once again, the owner was nowhere in sight. At this point I'm thinking, "Is this lose your crap day?"

I turned the phone and keys in to the cashier. He gave me the drink for free. Nice.

So, I walked back to the bus stop. While waiting for the bus, a lady comes up and asks me what time it was. I looked at my phone. "9:11", I said. Damn. 911 again.

When I got home I looked through the wallet more thoroughly, to get her name and hopefully to find a number where I could reach her. I didn't find a number, but her name is Donna Marie. My sister, who I've just recently gotten back into contact with, is named Donna Marie.

In the wallet I found a card for what appears to be a group called Zion Trinity. There was also a printout of the winning lottery numbers, which I spoke about in the previous post. I'd never have seen those numbers if I hadn't decided to try to help the lady.

While I was poking through the wallet, Nicolle asked me what time it was. I looked at the computer. "11:11", I said. Sigh.

So anyway. That's the story of my enchanted evening. Numbers, numbers, numbers. The same ones over and over. 911 and 1111.

I realize this may all be not that exciting or enchanting to the average reader, but you folks have to understand something: Lately this type of stuff happens to me ALL the TIME. If it were a one time deal, I'd say, "Sure, it's a coincidence". But it's not. And it isn't.

Bruce Fenton calls it "synchronicity". I didn't realize there was a name for it. Also, apparently the 11:11 phenomenon is happening to a lot of people lately. It is interesting to note that the end of the current Mayan long count calendar happens on December 21st, 2012, at 11:11. This coincides with the exact timing of the 2012 winter solstice. The Mayans were able to calculate this more than 5000 years ago, down to the minute. You can read Bruce's article on both by clicking here.

Predictive Numbers

Readers of this blog and my FB page know that I've been having predictive dreams, and have been talking about numbers jumping out at me recently. Some of the numbers I've specifically talked about seeing are:

111 and 1111
3: The trinity
666: Number of the beast
9/11: My birthday
4444: Noticed it last Sunday, July 10th, on the building next door to this hotel and on the key card to the room (it's the last four digits for the number to Dominos). I didn't notice the 4444 before then. I mentioned seeing it to someone on Facebook.

Well, apparently I predicted most of the numbers in both the Texas Mega Millions for July 12th and the Texas Powerball for July 9th. The winning numbers are are:

July 12th Mega Millions
3 - 9 - 11 - 44 - 49 Megaball - 9

July 9th Powerball:
9 - 11 - 1 - 23 - 31 Powerball - 6 Powerplay - 3

Too bad I don't buy lottery tickets.

Dear Friends

Friends,

I previously have emailed the FBI about illegal wiretaps and rerouted phones from this hotel room. I also came in person on July 5th to the Dallas FBI main building with the same information, as well as other information. Also, per the FBI's direction, on July 7th I filed a report in person with the Dallas Internal Affairs Division about the events of March 19th, May 24th and thereafter. I also mentioned the rerouted phone lines in this report.

Sometime between July 5th and July 7th, the outgoing phone number from this hotel room has changed. When my girlfriend used the room phone to call my cell phone at 5:21 PM on July 4th, the call showed up on my call list as being from 214-351-5217. This has been the outgoing number from this room, and other rooms, for this hotel since I've been here..

The next time she called my cell from the room phone was at 4:27PM on July 7th, the call showed up as 214-654-0799.

This means that someone has changed the phone routing from at least this room sometime between July 4th and July 7th. I find this very interesting given I've complained about rerouted phone lines to both the FBI and Internal Affairs in this time period.

I hope and pray that the re-routing was uncovered during the course of the ongoing investigation, and not because someone was tipped off and removed equipment to hide their tracks. Based on what Nicolle and I know about things that have happened to us, this is entirely possible. I do not know for sure why the change was made because I have not contacted IA since the report.

Robert Hawkins

Visual Proof

Someone came over with their laptop cam today to photograph the images I spoke of in my last post. Keep in mind that it's hard to hold a laptop up in the air steady, however it appears both images came out pretty clearly.

Here is the first. Keep in mind that Nicolle is in serious pain, day in and day out. She spends a lot of time looking at the ceiling. This is written in the ceiling directly above her head:





The second is the angel facing a devil's head. It is in the plaster on the wall behind this laptop. It is less clear on film than in person, but here it is anyway:

Signs from God

This is the nost important post I will ever put up. Remember this day.

A few days ago Nicolle was having faith issues. When one lies in bed most of the time in agonizing pain, faith can tend to waver. I asked God, out loud, to send her something to give her a sign.. something to help her restore her faith. I went on an outing, and she went to sleep.

Later that night, when I got home I was lying beside her and she said, 'It appears to say the word "Pain" on the ceiling. "And under that it says "cell". Of course I thought she was seeing things, because with a popcorn ceiling it is sometimes easy for your mind to make images out of nothing.

I looked for myself, and there, very clearly, in the ceiling, one word below and to the right of the other, it says, "Pain CELL".

I nearly flipped out. I don't have a digital camera or a cam on my phone, or I'd have a picture of it up already.

So last night a friend of ours dropped by to take me to the store. I showed it to him. I wanted to see if he could make it out without me outlining the letters with a pointer. He found it immediately. It's THERE.

A few minutes later he was sitting beside me, and he says, "Look at the wall".

I looked, and after a little difficulty finding where he was pointing, I saw it. It is a very, very clear outline of a female angel, facing what appears to be the head of a devil.

I swear under penalty of God himself that this is not a hoax, not something I concocted, or did myself.

It's funny, because if you remember my previous posts on this blog, I had asked God to send me an angel. It appears that is exactly what has happened. It also appears he has answered my prayer to send her a sign to restore her faith, which is now back at full strength.

As soon as I can get my hands on a digital camera or someone comes by with a phone with a high resolution cam, I'll be putting up images.

Get this through your heads now, people... this is not a hoax.