Death, Home, and a Helping Hand

So, my brother died two Sundays ago, and last week I went home to the funeral.

I had no transportation or money to travel with. It was a bad time of the month, in between Nicolle's check and mine, and for a while it was looking quite grim as to whether or not I was going to be able to attend. Then something happened that surprised the hell out of me: a group of my Facebook friends, people I've known a long time online but never met, banded together to get me home.

Anyone that knows what we've been through will know that strangers helping us is something we are not accustomed to. And if you know me, you know that I lack the ability to ask for help of any kind... call it pride, call it stupidity, call it whatever you like, but suffice it to say I was more surprised than I have been in a long time. My faith in all humanity isn't completely restored, but my faith in some humanity is. If any of you read this, and you probably will, THANK YOU.

This was the first time I've been home in almost 10 years, since my father died. My life, such as it is, is in Texas now, and I just don't get back there for one reason or another. This time was different; I had to go. It was my duty.

And yes, I wondered if the now famous (or infamous) numbers I keep seeing would follow me there, but as usual I didn't look for them as they seem to find me whenever they want to, always when I'm not looking for them, and besides... I had too much on my mind to worry about it. Still, I did wonder if they would follow me so many states away. They usually appear around major events, and this was certainly a major event.

With the money raised I bought a bus ticket to my mom's, and from there rode with her and a friend of hers to the funeral. We got there, attend the funeral, and attend the burial. My brother's death was quite unexpected, and as you might imagine under those circumstances it was a rough time for the family. I wish his wife and children every kindness, and they are in my prayers. And that is all I'm going to say about that.

After goodbyes were said and everything was done, my mom and I decided to go out to my dad's old house (where my brother and I grew up) to have a look, which is uninhabited and now on the verge of falling in. Still, I haven't been to the homestead for almost 20 years, and given that I have no idea when I'll be back I felt it might be my last chance to see it.

We stopped at a new gas station across from where I used to go to daycare when I was 4 or 5 years old. Almost everything back home has changed, and this station was no exception. It was filled with giant slabs of ribs and barbecue and other Southern foods. I found this a little amusing, because when I grew up we had nothing like that, nothing at all. We had a garden, and the vast majority of what we ate we either grew or hunted ourselves. Still, I was glad it was there, so many small towns around America are dying these days. I was glad to see my hometown is doing just fine.

As soon as I stepped out of the car at the station I could feel something different. The wind was blowing, and one thing I loved as a barefoot country boy growing up in Mississippi was the way the wind sounded in the trees. It has something to do with the Spanish moss, I think. I felt like the trees were welcoming me home. It was a little eerie, bud did my heart some good.

Coming out of the store my mother asked if I wanted to drive. Now, as readers of this blog know, Nicolle was in a major car accident in late 2010, and I haven't been behind the wheel of a car since. Not because I'm afraid or can't drive, but because we haven't had a car. So, I agreed, got behind the wheel, set the seat and mirrors, got in buckled in, etc. As I was sitting there, another car whipped in to the spot beside me. Just a couple of roughnecks, no one special, just a couple of guys off work undoubtedly stopping for some of the barbecue that had made my stomach rumble. My mom got in, and then it was time to drive out to the house where I grew up, a house I haven't even seen since I left home nearly 20 years ago. First time back behind the wheel of a car, first time going home... so many elements coming together at that moment in my life made for what I would consider a milestone.

And that's when I saw it.

As I backed out, I saw that the car that had pulled in beside me had my old friend 144 in the tag number. God, or the Universe, or Fate, or whatever you believe in, made sure that at that exact moment in time, where my past, present and future met, that that number was there for me to see. There is no question in my mind that this was intentional and meant for me, and there shouldn't be in yours.

I told my mother about it, and explained a little bit of what has been going on to her. She said, "oh, so you mean like something is sending you messages?"

"Yes, momma... exactly like that."

She understood.. she's been getting these messages her whole life. Remind me sometime to tell you the story about when my other brother, Sammy, got lost in the woods while hunting. My mom was alone 80 miles away and knew about it before she was told. What's happening to me is apparently old hat to her. The rest of the trip went smoothly, but weird things continued to happen. I won't go into all of it but I will tell you about one more event, and even that one I won't go into too much detail over. Non-believers feel free to stop reading now.

When we got back to my mother's house from the funeral I was exhausted, so I took a nap in her bed. While I was sleeping I kept hearing someone talk in my ear. I would wake up, see no one was there, and go back to sleep. I also could not tell what they were saying. This happened three or four times. Finally, I was lying on my side, facing the door to the room, when I had an episode of sleep paralysis. Now this is never good when it happens to me, because it is usually accompanied by some sort of spiritual attack. You can ask me the details about these attacks privately, I won't go into them here. Nicolle and I have both been having them since all of this started, and usually they are never good.

This occasion was a little different. When the paralysis started, I got a message in my head (seriously, it was as if someone else's thoughts came into my head directly, like telepathy) that said, "So you say you want to see us? Well here, have a look at us." At that point a luminous being appeared in my field of view. It appeared to be male, and he was squatting down by the wall, I assume because I couldn't turn or lift my head due to the paralysis, and that was the only way for me to see him fully and clearly. He was made completely of light that had a blue or green tinge to it. It was not completely white light. He didn't speak or move, but as soon as I got a look, he was gone. After that I woke up.

I've told a few people about this. Some say he was my brother, some say he was an angel, some say a spirit guardian, some say it could have been something else. I don't know, but I DO know this was not just a dream. I've had enough sleep events happen over the past year; by now I know the difference between a normal dream and something else.

So, that's about it. I know some won't believe me, some of you never do, and that's fine. You should know I don't really care if you do or not. As always, I'm just recording my experiences, truthfully and without exaggeration, no matter what type of judgement it brings down on me.

Also, once again, thank you to everyone who helped me get home. I'll never forget it, or you.

A Prompt Reply

I want to share something that happened today, and all of you can take it at face value, as I know I have a lot of non-Christians who read this blog, and I love you all, but this one isn't for you.

I had a pretty shitty day today. I've been trying to find the path forward, and I guess it all just got to me today. My nerves were a wreck, but I still had stuff to do as usual. Out and about, bus to bus, etc., etc., repeat, repeat...

So I was on the bus on my way back, with my head resting on the top of the seat in front of me. My thoughts were of a spiritual nature, and of whether or not Christianity is really the path for me. In my head I said, "I wonder if Jesus is really the way." At that moment my eyes locked on a screw that was holding the headrest down that my head was leaning on. On the screw was engraved the letters "YFS". From the angle my head was resting at, it read "YES". I looked at all the other screws, and they all had different letters inscribed on them. I have no idea why. It's like that screw was placed there for me, for that moment as an answer to my question.

I was pretty blown away by it.

Quite Unlikely

I haven't made a blog entry in some time, but it's mainly just because I didn't feel like doing it, not because things have stopped happening. In fact, the contrary is quite the case. Both the numbers phenomenon and the bizarre coincidences have reached a frenetic pitch. I continue to pull non-random things out of captchas.. over the past two weeks I've gotten 144 twice, 44, 444, Prophet, Prophetical, 666 and several others. Also, don't remember if I've mentioned this but in addition to finding others online having their own versions of the same weird events, now it is beginning to happen to people I know in real life as well. But based on what I'm seeing, this thing is spreading, and I believe it will continue to increase in frequency through the end of 2012.. What happens at that point is anyone's guess.

There are a few of absolutely major coincidental happenings that I'm going to blog about today, but these two are making the blog just because I consider them unlikely to the point of being outside the land of rational probability. Each case is an incredibly unlikely coincidence in and of itself; but when you consider the fact that these all have occurred within the last week.. the odds begin to approach impossible. I don't know why this is happening, but it is. People around me are all seeing it. People online are seeing it. All I can tell you is to hold on to your hats. That said, here we go:

1. We moved last weekend. My sister was kind enough to help us find and acquire our own bed, she and I went to the apartment to pick it up. The name of the apartments was "Saxony". Once we got there, we realized we didn't have any tie-down rope, so we went around the corner to Auto Zone to get some. Found the rope. The brand name of the rope was "Saxon".

2. After we got moved, I was talking to one of the roommates about where the nearest bank was. She pulled up Google Maps street view to show it me, and when she did, her husband was IN THE PICTURE. The Google camera van just happened to catch him driving by when they took a picture of the bank. What are the odds?

3. Over the course of the week, we had something sent to us via USPS Express mail. Now, constant readers of this blog will know that I've talked over and over about the particular numbers that seem to follow me around. You can read back through my previous entries if you want, but for the sake of time, the usual suspects have been 144 (the most common one), 44 and 444, 33 and 333, 111 and 1111, 911, 666, and 316. Now that I've reminded you of that, take a look at the tracking number on the package that was sent to us:

Yep. That randomly assigned tracking number just happened to be 911 544 144. It means nothing in an of itself, until you consider that I've been saying these same numbers have been following me around for nearly a year. Then it means something. It means something BIG.

4. Yesterday afternoon I was on the bus reading a book called Fractal Time by Greg Braden. There is a section in the book about the uncanny coincidences between the Kennedy and Lincoln assassinations. I won't list them here for space reasons, but suffice it to say there are many, and they are absolutely uncanny.

The bus stopped about the time I finished that section of the book. It was heavily on my mind as I hopped off and started walking to my destination.

When I walked into the parking lot of where I was going, and for some reason my attention was directed to a car and a van parked side by side. When I say "directed", I can't really explain what I mean by that, other than that I had no reason to look at these two vehicles. They were parked and not in my path. I just hapened to glance over, and that's when I saw it.

The plate numbers BOTH vehicles had 363 in them. Side by side. I was a little stunned by it so when I went inside I told one of the guys that works there about it. He said, "Mmmmmm which car was it? Because MY car tag starts with 363". I showed him. Neither one was his car.

THREE CARS IN THE SAME PARKING LOT WITH 363 IN THE TAG NUMBER. From different counties. Two of them were parked next to each other. I saw this IMMEDIATELY after reading about bizarre coincidences.

The odds of the happening I figured as follows:

Three digits, 0-999. That's 1000. Three cars. 1000 x 1000 x 1000. I calculate the odds of this happening at 1 in 1 BILLION. And that's just the same three digit numbers being found together, doesn't take into account the fact that I'd just been reading about ridiculously unlikely coincidences.

Honestly now folks, just how weird is this thing going to get? I have a pretty good idea... given the continuing increase in instances, and the fact that it seems to now be starting to happen to other people, I would say VERY WEIRD INDEED Some people believe that time is converging on a single point, where everything, past present and future, are all happening at once. I don't know if I'm quite ready to say I believe that just yet, but it certainly appears to be heading in that direction. And the funny thing is, that is exactly what the Mayans appear to have been saying to us. In any case, I have no idea what this means for me, you, or humanity as a whole. But I think it is something big. VERY, VERY BIG.

Hold on to your hats, folks. Looks like it's going to be a crazy ride.

Captcha Has My Number

A week or so ago, I was logging into a website, and the Captcha spit out the name of my router. What is so significant about this? Well, for those who are not completely internet savvy, let me give you a brief explanation. You know that random code generator that you have to deal with sometimes when you're logging on to a site? That's called a Captcha. They are used to prevent spam, and to deal with robotic programs that mine data. The code is supposed to be completely random. Except.. for me, they are becoming less-than-random.

I was taken completely aback. As someone who has been hacked before , I got a little paranoid. I like to try to entertain all possibilities, and being that a random code generator just "randomly" spit out my router name, I got a little nervous. As I've said here before, I don't believe God has the time or inclination to mess around with my electronics.

Except.. last night it happened again, with something else even more relevant. See for yourself:

Yeah.. that's my old friend 144. And not only that. Can you read the word beside the 144? It says "ssilvr". Silver? You mean like the silver I talk about in this dream?

Incidentally, that dream was the very first in a line of predictive/prophectic dreams I've had of events before they happen. The most recent one would be this one.

I don't know what to make of all this. The feedback I've received about it is all over the chart. Some say it's my imagination. Some say it's God. Some say it's Satan. I have reserved judgement on what is causing it or what the purpose is, but one thing is certain: It is NOT my imagination. Too many people have seen it happen to me in their presence, and I have found others who have told me they have had some variation of it happen to them at some point. But never like this.

UPDATE 7:20PM Feb 27th:

The CNN headline right now has 144 appearing in two places. 144 people killed in Syria, and the Dow Jones closing down 1.44 points today. Within a few inches of each other.

You do understand this isn't random, don't you?

Touch 666

A few minutes ago Nicolle and I were discussing the apprenticeship conference she is attending tonight at our church. I asked her what time it started, and she told me 6PM. At the same time she said the word "six", I was pressing the number "6" on my phone for voicemail. I said, "Did you just say 'six'?" and we laughed for a second about the synchronicity. Then I noticed I had 666 minutes on my phone.

If you're a regular reader of this blog and have heard me talk about constantly seeing the same numbers over and over, perhaps you should watch THIS.

In short, the show is about a kid that has a PREDICTIVE ABILITY that revolves around certain repeating NUMBER PATTERNS. The child's gift seems to be geared toward predicting DISASTERS and DEATHS. As if that wasn't enough, the show even premiers for real on MARCH 19th of this year.

Also, it should be noted at the time of this posting, the video above has 44 comments.

If you haven't seen the show, many people believe it is the beginning of media disclosure of the phenomenon. If not, it must be a big fat COINCIDENCE.

Disclosure

This time a year ago, I had no spiritual or other-worldly beliefs. I was agnostic, and happily so.

Then beginning in April of last year, in the midst of some events that were... trying... to say the least, I began to witness what I can only describe as bizarre, paranormal happenings. It became clear to me very quickly that I wasn't crazy, and that this stuff was actually going on. This began a spiritual quest for me that is still evolving, I have joined the ranks of the Christian church, and I am happy there. I never thought after such a long period of Christian-bashing that I would wind up a Christian. Ever.

In the pursuit of said quest, I began looking into a lot of alternative beliefs and theories that I had never given so much as a second thought to. I still retain my skeptical nature, as always, but sometimes when you are slapped in the face with such a thing you have adjust your belief system to accommodate it. That doesn't mean you have to accept everything you hear, obviously, but you should at least entertain new theories, apply skepticism and rational reasoning, and base your beliefs on what you decide. This is a system that has worked out very well for me my entire life, and is also responsible for my fast switch in spiritual belief systems (or lack of). I've never been one to bury my head in the sand when confronted with new information.

So I began searching. I learned about the Mayan prophecy and the Tzolkin calendar, and what is being theorized will occur in December of 2012. I read about crop circles. I brushed up on other world religions.. Islam, Judaism, Buddhism, and Hindu. I read about hollow earth theory, quantum mechanics, dimensional shifts and New Age ideology. I talked with people about numerology.

At some point, and i think it was when I was researching the crop circle phenomenon, I became aware of the UFO and ET subcultures. I have always been a devout unbeliever in UFOs, having never seen one myself nor known anyone who has. I figured everyone who believed in them was more than a few cards short of a full deck, if you kow what I mean. But, I thought, given everything that has happened to Nicolle and I recently, I should give it another look. I did.

What I found out blew me away. There is so much video on the web of UFOs that you can't watch a fraction of it if you had months. Sure, some of them are fake. A lot of them. But they can't all be fake. I read about alien abductions, and while I remain somewhat skeptical about a lot of what I'm reading, I am noticing recurring themes across many of the stories that give them a ring of truth. However, a skeptic at heart, I held out on acknowledging belief until I could find something that was pretty much indisputable. Then today, I found THIS, which was released in April of last year, right about the time all this weird stuff started happening.

If you have trouble seeing the print or understanding the gravity of what I just posted, that is a declassified NSA report, on the official NSA government website, outlining the decryption techniques used by the NSA in deciphering ET messages from outer space, which we have been receiving for years.

Yeah, you read that right. We've been receiving messages from outer space. A lot of them. For a long time. And six months ago, our government finally gave up the ghost and admitted it. There was no fanfare or big media explosion. I feel like the mainstream media is banned from reporting on this so as not to cause a mass panic. Which I understand. I'm no fan of censorship, but if it's going to freak everyone out and cause a decent into the surreal for a majority of people, then we had to break it in gently. Which is, by my ascertainment, exactly what is going on. I think they are monitoring the reception that document gets to determine how soon to release more. It's up to bloggers of the weird and unlikely to write posts like this one to get the word out.

If you are still an unbeliever or skeptical, then please explain what that document is doing on the official NSA website.

HERE is another article that explains it a little better.

Additionally, the governments of Peru, France and Great Britain, among others, are also beginning to disclose long-secret information on UFOs and ET contact. I read somewhere that India has been contacted. Right now you really have to dig for these articles, because of what I believe is a legitimate media blackout on it. But it is out there.

Also, around the same time this document was released last year, the Vatican unexpectedly changed it's position on ETs, stating that belief in otherworldly beings does not violate scripture. I'm not Catholic and disagree with some of their tenants, but this is the correct position. It doesn't. Nowhere in the Holy Bible does it even address UFOs, unless you consider the imagery in the book of Ezekiel. But that's an opinion for another day.

So, the big question is.. now what? Yeah, they're real. We have disclosure, at least in part. I think this year will see more. There is an inscription in the Mayan prophecy for December 2012 that appears to read, "He/She/It arrives". This could very well be what they were talking about.

Magic Minutes

Today we went to Walmart and I noticed a movie in the Redbox called 1911. Now, 911 is one of the repeating number patterns I saw a lot of but lately I haven't seen it at all. For me the numbers switch up from time to time and since I hadn't seen 911 in a long while I just figured it was a genuine random occurrence and thought nothing more of it.

When I got home, Nicolle picked up the phone to check voicemail and happened to notice it had 911 minutes on it. Freaky, yes.. but that's not the freakiest part: I only put 750 minutes on my phone at a time, and there is no rollover. I put 750 on there Jan 6 and we've used the phone so it should have significantly less than 750. In fact I know it did because I've checked it since. It doesn't. It has 911. Not only have I seen 911 (which is also my birthday, btw) twice in the past 30 min, but now my phone is producing minutes. No one added them for me.. you have to have my phones IMEI number to do that.

This also happened in December. I had put up THIS POST about the various numbers I'd been seeing, which included 666. A few minutes after the post went up, I (once again) happened to glance at my phone and noticed it had 766 minutes. Again.. I had added a 750 minute card a few days earlier and that time I had run it all the way down to 0 before adding the card, so again it should have been less than 750. Nope.

I had also just been talking to Nicolle earlier this morning about the minutes that appeared in December and we were speculating on how it could have happened. I may have an avalanche of bizarre things happening spiritually and supernaturally, but I do not believe God is in the business of putting minutes on my phone.

Maybe a secret government X-Files type agency is aware of what's going on and this is their way of communicating me. I know that sounds ridiculous and paranoid but frankly given everything that has happened since last March, I wouldn't be surprised. Please.. if you're Fox Moulder or the MIBs or whatever, I'd just rather you knock on my door or send me a postcard or something.