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The Prophecies of Gorric Part 2
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Vision Quest
The Quandary
Now, there is a lot more I could have added to Part 1, and I left many questions unanswered. However, to go any further, with any more of my thoughts from Part 1; I felt it is important to cover some of my personal experiences, as they pertain to my thought processes on some of the ideas I am trying to explain.
This next section is going to be tough for me, because of the personal nature of the subject matter. Another difficulty for me is how much do I reveal? If I tell the whole story which began when I was a child, will the original premises I have put forth so far in Part 1, be overwhelmed by the intense scrutiny, that revealing everything in Part 2 could bring.
I am trying to keep this book from becoming a book that just the Fringe Interests would want to read. I want to reach as large an audience as possible. However, what I am about to explain in Part 2, will be considered obscure by many, in itself anyways.
Therefore, I think I am going to compromise; I am going to stay on message, which will include some of my visions, I have been having visions off an on, through out my life. However, I am also going to give a detailed account of how it all began, illustrating the catalyst I believe, is part of the underlying cause of all my visions. I will only reveal the very beginning of this tale, which is part of a much larger story, which originally, I was not going to include in this book.
My last quandary is in what order do I present my visions? Do I reveal them in the order I acquired them, or do I present them, within the time lines these visions represent?
From The Beginning
I had a habit of looking down at my feet while walking as a child; it was a game I used to play when I was around eight or nine years old. One early evening, I am working my way down the road, heading home after leaving a friends place. I had my head down, looking at my feet as I walked, while keeping the curb insight out of the corner of my eye. The challenge to this game however, was to try and guess how far I had walked, and how close I was getting to my house without cheating by looking up. When I finally stopped and lifted my head, I realized with a smile of triumph that I was standing right in front of my house. We lived in a one story, back split house with an open carport, where the front of the house faced east, and the back faced west. The house was also perched on a rise overlooking the rest of the neighborhood to the west.I remember feeling the low Suns warmth on the right side of my face as I stood there in the street as it began to set. I was drawn by its warmth, I remember closing my eyes as I turned and faced west into the Suns direction so I could bask in its comforting orange glow for the moment. Turning my head and looking east, I noticed the night’s zenith approaching; I loved this time of the evening, I loved the way you could track the night’s zenith moving across the sky. I remember wondering if I looked strait up, maybe I would be able to see the first star of the night; I use to like wishing on the first star.As I saluted the sky to block the sunlight while stretching my head back to look strait up, I noticed the first bright star in the sky directly above me. I remember thinking how lucky I was, as I took a moment to search the rest of the sky above me for more stars, but found none. Now I am sure, I had only taken my eyes off the star above me for only a brief moment when I scanned the rest of the sky. Nevertheless, before I could finish assembling my thoughts that were beginning to materialize in my mind about what wish I was going to make, a bright object about the size of a quarter held at arms length was there above me instead.Before I had time to express my amazement, a huge oval object over twice the size of a house, materialized directly above me, it was floating silently just above the height of the TV aerials, which most of the homes had, back then. It had gone from the size of a quarter to the size of the monster that hovered over me now, in the blink of an eye, without making a sound.
I could not stop my legs from shaking, as I stood there paralyzed with fear. I was scared shitless and amazed at the same time, and I could not move as I studied the mirror like surface of the object that had stopped to look me over. It was the first and the last time I ever remembered experiencing involuntary body movement. I also remember hearing in my peripheral, the lawn mower that someone was using across the street, stop. It was then; I realized I was not as alone, as I felt.
My eyes were glued to the object, and it felt as if time stood still. I could see the whole neighborhood reflected off the curvature of the crafts mirrored surface. The roof of my house was inverted in the objects reflective surface, with the reflected TV aerial, looking like it was close to touching the real thing. What made the whole experience even more surreal was the memory of seeing the sun setting, and the sun setting off the westward rim of the object; it was as if I was watching two sunsets, which is an image burned into my mind, to this day.
It was a huge egg shaped mirror. Those were my last thoughts as I watched it slowly begin to float away from me, silently moving north up the street, while finally gaining altitude as it flew over my school before disappearing from sight.
As soon as I was able to move, I went running, screaming my head off into my house, freaking my mother out, she thought at the time I had hurt myself. At first, she refused to believe the incident as I told her. We had a running joke going on in the family back then, where she would tell my brother and me, she was from outer space. My mother thought at first, I might have been influenced by her stories, until she heard the incident reported on the radio. I do not think she was ever able to bring herself to believe the personal nature of the experience of what had happened to me, as I had described it to her back then. What adult truly listens to a kid with the same level of belief they would have with another adult.
Over one hundred people saw this object, including my teacher Mrs. Davis from the school I attended, and it also made the news on the radio as well. It happened in Scarborough, Ontario, Canada, about a mile south of the CTV Television Station. I was eight or nine at the time so this incident took place in 1963 or 1964, I cannot remember which.
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Trauma
Shortly after the encounter I described in the last chapter, I had something happen to me that traumatized me and scarred me for life. Even now, at my age, I can barely stop tears from welling up into my eyes when I dwell on the details of that experience. The terror may be long gone for me, but the ache is always there.
Even though, I am not willing to share that part of my story just yet, I believe the true catalyst of my visions was the experience of being traumatized, not the close encounter I had had.
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Visions
Age 8-15
Very shortly after having the harrowing experience that had traumatized me, I began to have visions. These visions were pure torture, I could always tell when I was going to have one by a strange feeling I would get, just before they occurred, and after the first time, I always dreaded having them. Today I would describe those strange feelings as apprehension. The first time it happened, I was getting ready for bed. I remember once the vision had started, I thought I was going blind; the imagery of the vision was so strong it almost overwhelmed my normal eyesight. It would freak me right out and send me into a panic, I would run screaming for my parents using the walls to guide me, hoping my parents would save me, but they never could.
These visions I was having, were always the same, like some message being repeatedly driven into my head, which I could never understand. They would always start out with the feeling I described. The images of these visions were always in black and white, on a black background until the very last part, which was in color. I‘ll try to describe what I still remember.
It would always start with me moving forward through a corridor with evenly spaced bars of white light against a black background flashing by me on both sides; it was like flying through a tunnel at an incredible velocity. When I was older, I often thought that part of my vision was like moving through time.
At the end of the corridor was a tall skinny stick man, with long skinny arms and legs, and within moments of seeing the tall stick man a huge mass of a man would come up from behind, and wrap his huge arms around him. Slowly this big man’s mass would start to envelop the stick man, and I would watch as the stick man was sucked into, and absorbed by the big man’s body until he was no more. I could never see faces at this part or any fine details. I do not know if this was because I was scared shitless at the time or the fact I always tried to fight my way out of these visions, or both. These early visions were always a struggle for me, because of the feeling of being totally out of control.
After a moment, the scene would change, and I am looking at an outdoor café, with tables with large umbrellas, with flowers all around, this part of the vision is in full color against a black background with no people. In the next instance, everything is destroyed by an unseen force that violently slams everything sideways. This is where the vision would end, and I would come out of it, I always felt there was more, but I was never able to get past the terrace.
These visions always felt like they lasted an eternity, and they were always accompanied by the feelings of dread and apprehension, and the intensity of those feelings would always increase to almost unbearable levels towards the end. When I was about thirteen years old, I began to try to face my fears head on, instead of trying to fight my way out of my visions; I began to embrace them instead, hoping I might be able to figure them out some how. It was always an unpleasant experience, right up to the day I had my last vision of this kind, at the age of fifteen.
It is difficult to try to project the seriousness of the situation I found myself in as a child, and the utter helplessness of my plight.
However, the story does not end there.
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Prolific Visions
Age 19 +
The First One
I was standing in my living room one mourning with just my robe on, sipping a warm cup of coffee. The condominium I owned was on one of the floors closer to the top of the high-rise I lived in, which gave me a fantastic view of the lake this building stood on the shores of. The sky was clear, and the lake looked relatively calm, except for a vague dark line crossing the horizon in the distance, it looked like it could be a perfect day. The lake was a large one, and you could not see the far shore, it often made me think I was living by the sea or the ocean, instead of Lake Ontario.
After taking a moment to get dressed, I once again entered the living room and gazed out across the lake, the thin line of darkness that extended right across the horizon, I had noticed earlier, looked a lot closer. I remember thinking a storm must be approaching and my earlier observation of the perfect day had been premature. As I stood there and watched, I realized I could just make out movement like a churning in the clouds with brief flashes of light, which looked like lightning. I could also just make out the forward motion of the storm, and it looked like it was rapidly approaching.
Suddenly I felt alarmed, as the hairs on the back of my neck stood out. The black mass I was staring at out of my window began to resolve itself in front of me. The flashes of lightning were getting brighter and faster, and the sounds of thunder seemed to be coming from every direction. The sky in front of me looked almost completely black and ominous, I could now see what looked like individual objects in the mass that was barreling towards me.
Then the building shook and I felt the floor trembling beneath my feet. Quickly looking up out the window, I saw the blackness I had earlier thought to be a storm, had now taken on the appearance of a swarm of locust. It was then I was struck with the realization that I was witnessing some kind of attack or invasion, and the flashes of light I saw and the thunder I heard, were probably, weapons fire.
The building rocked with another explosion almost knocking me off my feet, as I felt the floor beneath me rise up for a moment before dropping me back down. Within moments, I could here the sounds of panicked voices filling the halls outside my door. I quickly bolted into action, grabbing a few things as I fled towards the door, just before I stepped into the maelstrom in the hall however, I briefly glanced at the calendar on the wall which read today’s date as March 21.
In the hall people were trying to push and shove there way toward the stairways, I was able to briefly catch someone’s attention who told me the elevators were out. As I joined the flow of the crowd, I could here myself crowing for people to calm down, to no avail. I realized, everyone was fighting for their lives, and if I expected to get out of this mess alive I was going to have to look after my own best interest as well. After the brief struggle I had in the hallway, I entered the flow of people moving down in the stairwell. However, before I could begin my descent, I noticed an older woman struggling with her situation, her black skin glistened with sweat, and the terror was clear on her face as she sat curled up in the far corner of the stairwell. I could see she was trying to keep away from the quickly shuffling feet moving by her, and I new then, I had to try to help her.
After getting the old woman to stand and moved into the flow of people trying to escape, I tried to reassure this elderly woman, that she was going to be all right and I would help her get down the stairs. Keeping the old woman in front of me, I used my body as a shield while hanging on tightly to the stairwell railing. I managed in this way to deflect the flow of people around me who were moving quickly downward from behind, slowing our descent to a manageable speed, but I could see this woman in front of me may never make it to the bottom floor, as she seemed to struggle with every step. Sure enough at the next landing, the woman managed a weak smile and hugged me then sat down in the far corner of the landing the way she had been sitting, curled up on the floor, one story above. I stood in front of her as the flow of people moved past my back, it seemed for a moment time stood still, as she informed me she could go no further and I needed to save myself.
I hated leaving the old woman behind, but we both new the truth of our situations, as sad as that was. Therefore, I pushed on down the stairway moving once again with the flow of the people who all had the same determined looks on there faces that said one thing; escape. Briefly glancing over the railing, I could see what looked like outside light brightening up the stairwell about five floors below. There were also sounds of shouts of anger, mixed with what sounded like screaming coming from some faraway place. The noise from far below was a stark contrast to the quiet determination, of the sounds of people’s feet beating down the stairs around me, accompanied only by sounds of their exhausted or frightened breaths.
As the floors flew past, the clamor from below became louder and the stairwell kept getting brighter. I also kept getting whiffs of fresh air, and the further my descent took me the fresher the air was getting. Then the realization struck me, the faraway screaming suddenly all made sense. My mind then flashed to the scene outside of this building; suddenly, I could see everything from the perspective of a spectator standing a short distance away. It was all so surreal, this building seemed to be silhouetted against a background of a blackened sky filled with bright flashes, with fires burning everywhere around it, people were pouring out of the hole in the side of this building to their deaths like water flowing from a faucet. This image in my mind was like some contemporary vision of Dante’s, or of Salvador Dali.
When I snapped back to reality, I was hanging onto the handrail with all my might, hoping I could stop myself from moving any further towards what I instinctively new was my death. The panicked people’s frenzy to escape were oblivious to the danger below, kept pushing me downward as I tried to fight my way in the opposite direction. Gradually though, I was slowly losing the battle to hang on as I grew weaker, as each passing moment pushed me closer to the opening. Just when I thought I could not hang on any longer, my momentum down and forward stopped, the stairwell was suddenly quiet, and I was alone staring out of a hole that lead to a world I did not recognize anymore.
All of my visions I am going to discuss in this book take place at some point in the future; there are many things, which are not readily apparent, by just describing the cinematic aspects of these visions. All of these visions are interconnected in someway as well, and do not contradict each other. There are also the things that I know, as the individual within these visions, which have nothing to do with me, in the now.
The overall implication of this vision implies that something terrible is going to happen at some point in the future. When I was young, I thought this vision might represent some type of alien invasion. However, with what I know now; I do not believe this to be the case; I think this is a manmade event that occurs before the next step in human evolution.
This was the first of my prolific visions; I had this one at about the age of twenty. This vision was in full color, with sounds and smells; I was able to read the calendar in my apartment even though I did not retain the year. I could carry on conversations with other people, which elicited responses. All the visions I have had since, are as visceral as this one as well.
What makes this vision of real interest though, is at the time, I was living downtown in the city of Toronto, in Ontario, Canada, when I had this vision. A few years later, I moved from downtown to High Park, which, was in the west end of the city. At about the age of twenty-five, I had acquired my driver’s license and bought my first car. One day while I was driving along the Lakeshore Blvd. heading out of town, I saw the building from this vision.
The sight of it floored me; I had to pull off the road for a minute to calm down. They were just putting the finishing touches on the building, as it was not open yet. However, this was the building from my vision in every detail, built right on the shores of Lake Ontario. I even went back one day out of curiosity an inquired on the prices of their condominiums, as it turns out it was a very pricy place, afterwards I avoided the place like the plague.
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Short but Sweet
Age 25 - 30
I am walking across what looks like a six lane causeway with a bridge, as I make my way across the bridge section I begin to take in some of the details of my surroundings. I see a few rusted out shells of cars and trucks strewn around, some of them looking like they had suffered some violent demise, while others were barely recognizable. The bridge was a rusty brown color, showing its age, and any of the pedestrian guardrails that had once existed were long gone, it was obvious, the bridge, had not seen any type of maintenance in a long time.
There were people milling about everywhere, some of them calmly walking back and forth across the causeway an bridge, other people could be seen in groups in casual conversation. Everyone seemed to be dressed in a similar fashion, very rugged and durable, with lots of leather. As I walk by some of these groups, I could hear snippets of what was being said here and there, but it was never enough to make sense of any of their conversations.
What was most interesting though was the fact I could perceive what some of these people were feeling. The people I felt the strongest connection to, would turn towards me, and acknowledge my presence as I walked by. I could feel the silent message of recognition pass between us, like we were trading a secret.
The most important part of this vision had nothing to do with the cinematic aspect of it. What makes this vision stand out is I am aware of some of the things this person has knowledge of.
In this person’s world, things have reverted to a type of tribalism. Towns, and villages and what was left of some cities, had all setup their own governments and territories, competing for the resources they needed. I never had the sense of any hostilities between any of the different factions that were going on in this person’s world at the time; it seemed more like some type of cautious trading was more the thing of the day. I was also aware there were closed communities, which did not allow just anybody to enter them as well. Some of these are run by what was left of former government agencies that existed before the Earth’s crisis, and some were heavily fortified, and guarded.
About a year or two later a movie from Australia called, “Road Warrior,” came out that depicted a world that surprisingly resembled some of the aspects of this vision I had. What struck me about the movie was how some of the people dressed, and the tribalism that was depicted along with the struggle for resources. I found the similarities quite striking and to me this is another benchmark in my research in regards to residual memory.
That was it, a very short vision, but like all the other visions, it was in full color and I could hear conversations that were occurring around me. What is interesting was the timeframe of this vision; it seems to take place after the next step in human evolution had taken hold in the world, many people exhibited the same type of psychic ability as the person I represented in this vision had.
For years, this vision was interesting but meaningless to me. It was not until some of the realizations that I have had recently, did this vision start to make more sense..
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The Droolers
Age 30+
I laid flat on my stomach behind a low rise on a hill over looking an advanced and well-guarded settlement below. I could tell this was a scientific community, and not a military one, by just the way the place was laid out and organized.
I was an advanced scout and spy from another well-organized community sent to spy on this one, to assess the possibility of a trade partnership in skills and resources. This was strictly a recon mission for me, although I am capable of much more
My mission was to disguise myself as a Drooler, and wander into the settlement knowing I would be seized by their security and indoctrinated into the Drooler infrastructure, that every community had. Droolers are what’s left of a human, after the being that had occupied its body, abandons it. What is left is a human body with all its motor skills fully working, but without a mind that can rationalize or negotiate any complex thinking. The name Drooler was derived from the fact that for some reason, some Droolers, drooled on themselves, however, that was not as common as the name implied, but the name stuck nevertheless.
Droolers could be trained to do menial tasks including some labor. Most communities treated their Droolers with respect, and took care of them with dignity and patience. After what the Earth had been through, people had become on the most part, a little more humble and retrospective to what life has dealt them. Droolers were never treated like slaves but were given tasks in the hopes the act, would give them some dignity and a sense of belonging.
Droolers are also harmless and generally gentle beings, with out any form of aggression, and could not defend themselves anymore then an inanimate object could. The New Race was peculiarly sensitive to the needs of these beings, because not a single one of them is unaware of the fact, only the New Race was chosen as hosts for the invaders.
Only one of the New Race can fool one of its own kind, but it is tricky and takes a lot of training and testing, even then, under close scrutiny one can still fail. Generally, members of the New Race will recognize one another instantly. Droolers were once part of the New Race, by shielding my mind a little, and emulating the behavior of a Drooler, I usually have no problem fooling one of the New Race for short periods of time. This task is made easier by the fact; Droolers represent a repressed fear for most of the New Race, because they know anyone of the Droolers they see around them could have been them. So generally, Droolers do not garner too much scrutiny.
I slipped back from the hillcrest were I was hidden, and started to change out of my clothes. I was wearing metallic colored clothes, which could take on the aspects of its surroundings, so I was practically invisible in the visible light spectrum. I was also wearing a weapon of some kind on my waste that I removed as well. After hiding the satchel, I had brought to stash my things in I was ready to go.
I cautiously made my way towards the settlement in my new disguise, while I was mentally preparing myself for the challenge ahead, I new once I was within sensing distance of the settlement that I would have to begin shielding my thoughts. The Droolers thought processes are very spontaneous, their minds are only capable of very little forward thinking; I had to try to copy the process if I was going to fool anyone. I knew I would only be able to keep up my charade for a few hours, so this has to be a quick in and out job.
Sure enough, as I got with in the perimeter of the settlement, security, pick me up. It was not unusual for a Drooler to come wandering into a settlement, so as long as my act held up, I was safe. They brought me to a large building and ushered me through a door moving me down the hall by propelling me in the direction they wanted me to move, by placing a firm hand in the small of my back. After a short walk up the hall, I was escorted to a door on my right that opened up in to what could only be described as a classroom setting. I was then prompted to sit at a desk where the table and chair were attached together. After listening to a brief exchange between the security officer, and what looked like an instructor, in which, the security officer informed the instructor that I had no identification, and he thought by the way I moved, that my motor skills were excellent and he had no trouble steering me in the direction he needed me to go.
I new what was coming next, every Drooler that’s found, is given some tests to assess their potential. These are mostly eye, hand coordination tests, and following simple commands. Droolers can be taught simple commands through repetition. I made sure I passed these tests at a moderate to high level, knowing I would probably have access to more areas of the settlement.
After finishing the tests, I was led from the building I entered earlier. However, before I was able to clear the outside doors, I realized something had gone amiss, because waiting for me a few feet outside the door, were two burly security officers, and by there stance and alertness, I new my charade had just come to an end.
After a brief struggle in which I thought I had a chance to getaway, my vision ended, so I never knew if my persona in my vision escaped.
In this vision, I was very aware of many of the things the person I was, was thinking, including knowledge of the environment he had lived in, which included some of the social structures of those environments as well. Of course, the most interesting aspect of this vision was the Droolers.
What is a Drooler? Originally, in this vision I did not have a label for the people with the psychic prowess. It wasn’t until recently, did I make a connection between my theory on the next step in human evolution and this vision. Therefore, I used the term New Race for the first time when describing this vision, to illustrate that connection.
So what is a Drooler? A Drooler is a member of the New Race whose body had been possessed by an Alien invader. This possession creates a disconnect between, “You,” and, “Who You Are.” After the Alien invader abandons its human host, the connection between, “You,” and, “Who You Are,” can never be reestablished, creating the Zombie like state, of the Drooler..
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Intermission
Between the ages thirty-five and about forty-three, forty-four, I had very few visions, the ones I had, were subtle or meaningless, and basically amounted to nothing. I thought that was it, I was done with having prolific visions. Then around the age of forty-four or so, I started having these low key, laid back visions that had a bit of a personal touch to them. These new visions were also sporadic, I would have a few one year, and maybe nothing for the next year and so on. Anyhow, at the age of forty-nine I started having prolific visions again.
I should also point out what makes my visions stand out when comparing my visions to a vivid dream, is the fact each of my visions are repeated over and over again. It is not uncommon for me to have, basically the same vision a few days or evenings in a row, however, generally they usually repeat over a period of a few weeks to months.
Therefore, with out further ado, I will relate three more of my visions.
There is No Place like Home
Age 44+
I am passing through a hall of an older house while focusing my attention on what is going on beyond the screen door I am making my way towards. It seems to be a bright sunny summer day outside, which contrasts greatly with the friendly gloom of the interior. To my right I notice a stairway leading to the second floor and in front of me is an open living room with the screen door at the end. There are a few people milling about, all of them looking at me, and greeting me as I enter the room. Two of the people seem to stand out more then the others, they seem very familiar, and they know who I am. One of these people, is a young man, no more then twenty-five years old, about six feet tall, with a mop of unkept but clean dark hair reaching down to his ear lobes, he has a pleasant smile, and dark colored eyes that telegraphs how genuine his greeting is to me.
The other person was a nice looking blond haired girl, with shoulder length hair with a pretty face, but not quiet as tall as the young man who just greeted me, however, she seems about the same age. She is happy to see me, and I could feel that we are attracted to each other as well.
So what is so special about this vision?
Well, I have had so many variations of this vision that I have lost count, all of them beginning in the same house. I know the house, and every time I have this kind of vision, I am often greeted by the same friends, friends that I have never met before in my life. However, if I met one of them on the street I would know, and recognize them. I seem to be romantically involved with the girl as well, although, there had been nothing of a sexual nature to the relationship, and as most men know that would be very unusual if I was just dreaming.
I have never remembered anyone’s name in these visions, but in truth in real life, I am terrible when it comes to remembering names and phone numbers, birthdays etc. I am good at remembering the big things or things if they pertain to me in an important way, but stuff like the ones I just mentioned.
Another interesting thing about this type of vision is, quite often I will notice the people around me seem to give me a bit of time to orient myself, it’s as if they know I have just arrived, so they are giving me a little time to get my bearings. I always feel a heightened sense of strangeness when this happens.
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Here They Come Part 1
Age 50-51
am standing on a street corner on a bright-lit summer day. The neighborhood that surrounds me has a European/Spanish look to it, in a small town way, the environment is clean and friendly I note as I start walking down a street that seems familiar to me. I had walked less then a block, when I noticed people looking to the sky. Following their lead, I look up into the brilliant blue sky to see what is so interesting, and is halted in my tracks.
Above me, strange flying craft were putting on a show, they were definitely not like anything I had every seen before. They seemed to be low enough in the sky or large enough for me to make out in some detail, although the smaller ones where difficult to make out. The larger ones were remarkable; there was one large torpedo shape craft with what looked like portholes along its side, with some type of tail assembly on the end. It kept flying across the sky then stopping with the rest of the group objects before disappearing in the blink of an eye, only to reappear a few moments later and fly off again at incredible speeds in a different direction.
There were three or four other crafts of various sizes, that all had a similar look. I don’t know if this variation in the different sizes was because I was seeing them at different altitudes, or that they were just different sizes. There was a high degree of strangeness however, the objects were very blocky in shape and kept changing there geometry. One moment you would be looking at a long rectangular box, in the next moment it would fold into a ninety-degree angle, or a forty-five degree angle, they kept morphing over and over again, as I watched them.
I realized I was only a few blocks from home and if I hurried, I could go get my binoculars for a better look, so I rushed on, periodically looking up at the sky. I was almost home when my attention was once more drawn to the sky as air force jets came onto the scene, so I stopped and I watched as the jets cautiously circled the area seemingly trying to keep a safe distance from the strange crafts, while keeping a close eye on them without confrontation. Taking off once again to go grab my binoculars, I raced around the corner to where I lived, and recognized the house that I had visited so many times in my visions.
That is where this vision ended. The geometric aircraft that kept changing shape were very difficult to look at; they had a very blocky shape and could elongate, and twist to some degree. In addition, the fact that the house from previous visions was part of this landscape was very interesting as well
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Here They Come Part 2
Age 52
This is probably the last vision I am going to publish in this book. It is almost identical to Part 1, with the same strange crafts in the air, and the military keeping a close eye on what is going on. Sometimes my visions are sequential, where the next vision would begin where the first one ended, more or less, that’s what this next vision is, just a day or two later.
I am standing outside a brown-bricked varsity stadium, in the town I lived in. The large entrance to the stadium is directly across the street from me with its gates open, I could go waltzing right onto the field if I wanted to, but I do not think the spectators there would appreciate it. The blue sky was filled with the strange aircraft, and there are many people milling about like me studying the skies. There seemed to be an apprehensive feeling in the air, and everyone looked a little lost, as they nervously watched the skies.
I was watching one of the strange geometric objects changing shape above me that seemed to be the lowest in the sky, when it suddenly stopped moving and just hung there. It was like looking at a fallen over, “L,” standing upright, like an upside-down,”V.” As I watched, I noticed all the other aircraft of this type had done the same thing and were in the same configuration.
Suddenly, the objects began to fall from the sky like rain. The one I had been watching above me landed heavily in the stadium across the street with enough force to almost knock me off my feet. It was huge, people started running around everywhere in a panic. I noticed an opening in the bottom of the object that had landed in the stadium; there were beings that I could not make out clearly at this distance pouring out of it. They were wading into the crowds of people, grabbing them indiscriminately, as the people poured onto the fields, trying to escape through the main entrance of the stadium. Now this vision becomes hazy visually at this point, probably because of the crowds of panic people all around me, that’s where the vision ends.
Now this vision, like a few of the others I have described so far, has a lot more information to it, then just the cinematic aspect. I knew what the strange beings were doing to the people they were grabbing, it was a realization I had, while having this vision. These beings were taking possession of these peoples bodies, and they were not just grabbing people randomly either as I first thought. They were only taking those of the new race.
This last vision was an important puzzle piece for me; it was this vision that caused a convergence between my thoughts and ideas, and my visions. Suddenly, visions that I have had in the past, made sense to me now, I knew what the Droolers were, I never did before, and who the New Race are, up until that day I had no clue.
It all came together with this vision .
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Aliens
Now, I have something to say, that you may find surprising after all you have read so far. I have a bit of a pet peeve, when it comes to the term extraterrestrial when describing our visitors.
I have been part of the whole UFO phenomenon in a personal way. I have kept a close study on the subject all my life, and in my life, no one has ever given me enough proof, including within my own experiences that we’re dealing with extraterrestrials. Now in saying that, I cannot come up with any better explanation either; I just think we should keep an open mind, until we have definitive proof, one way or another..
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More Aliens
The reason a UFO has not landed on the White House lawn with aliens announcing themselves to the world, is that we’re not ripe for the picking yet. There not here as our friends, they want something they think we can give them. They keep abducting us, sampling us, and experimenting with us because they’re looking for the signs of the next step in human evolution, they’re looking for signs of the new race.
Let me give you some my impressions of these harvesters that I have so far.
These beings only have their own interest at heart. We’re dealing with a very advanced race that is crippled, spiritually. They do not have a greater self, like, “Who You Are,” and the symbiotic relationship we have between, “You,” and, “Who You Are,” and they want that very much.
I suspect, these beings do not have a natural body, but use a manufactured biological construct, to interface in three-dimensional space. This biological construct does not have an independent emotional infrastructure, but relies totally on the entity occupying it instead, and there is very little of a symbiotic relationship, because the biological construct, is not capable of independent thinking.
They want what we have and are willing to wait for it, the way a farmer waits for his crops.
These beings are not interested in the human race in general, they worry about our self-destructive tendencies because they do not want us killing ourselves off before harvest time, and this includes their concern with our environment. When the time comes for harvest it will only be the new humans that will be at risk, they don’t care about anyone else to the point that they will only fight with regular humans if they are attacked, other then that the old race will just be ignored.
Unfortunately, for the new race, the old race will cooperate with the harvesters in certain parts of the world, by not coming to the defense of the new race. Otherwise, they will leave you alone if you leave them alone; mentality takes hold in certain places out of expedience.
Of course, that’s a hard lesson that isn’t learned at first, as the human race fights tooth a nail with the invaders, because at first we do not understand that it’s only the new race that’s in danger, and not the regular population.
So what is going on? When the harvesters take one of the new race it possesses that persons body, like something out of an old horror movie. The purpose of this possession is to try to connect with, “Who You Are,” with the plan of creating a link that would mimic the symbiotic relationship that all humans enjoy, so when the human body dies the invader would be absorbed into, “Who You Are.” They only want members of the new race because of their increased capability to interface with, “Who You Are.”
Now in the next chapter, what I have to say is going to be stranger then what you have read so far, I have something I have to get off my chest, which is not meant for human ears. Please keep in mind everything you have read so far are just my thoughts, no matter how convincing or not the message sounds..
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Message for the Harvesters
If I had something to say, to the beings waiting patiently for their harvest to come in, it would be this.
It won’t work. Your grand scheme that you have planned is going to fail. Every time you take possession of one of the new race, “Who You Are,” for that person will extract itself, the same way it does during a regular death cycle, and it will do so no matter what technique you choose to try. No matter what you do, it will not work. It all boils down to one simple fact that you will never be able to overcome, and that fact is, your not one of us, it is that simple.
Unfortunately, it will take one human generation before you realize that your experiment has failed.
Nevertheless, I will offer you an olive branch. I believe there is a way you may be able to come closer to understanding and empathizing with the human race, that could eventually help bring you closer to your own goals.
Join us
I guaranty, we will rub off on you, and just by being around us as much as possible will help you grow spiritually. There are some things that you can only learn from humans by being in their proximity and environment, and is not something that words or thoughts can convey, only experience. You may be superior to us in many ways, but we are giants compared to you spiritually, and have vast resources that will become available to us as we evolve as a race.
You could be apart of that.
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In the End
After the harvesters failed experiment, they will just vanish out of our lives. Zombie like husks will be left wondering the earth, which were once members of the new race, but are known by the name, Droolers.
That is it for Part 2. If I have any more visions before this book is, finished I will be sure to include them if they pertain to what I have written so far.
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End of Part 2
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