A few months a go a crazy individual called me the Anti-Christ which was rather a hilarious story but that is for another time. Every night before my
head hits the comforts of my pillow I ask It, The Universe, God, Creation or whatever force that dwells in the vacuum of space important question.
Those few months back I asked to know - Who is this would be king?
And a reply came in a form of some confusion at first but it's roughly about now that I understood. I realized the weight this individual will be
under not knowing or realizing his/her role in all of this, to imagine being born like cattle just to be sold off to a slaughter house without even a
slightest clue. That is a weight that they will have to carry but alas no I am not saying "Have sympathy for the devil", I am merely saying that those
that dwell in the darker endless realms of man at times have no will.
The dream began of me floating around a place with what looked like cultural old architectural buildings, what almost seemed like a scene of a fairy
tale fortification or Hogwarts from that Harry Potter Film.
As I descended down and walked through this building I came to a darkened blind closed room, there was a table, a fire place, Venetian styled chairs
and around the table sat these men. I did not see their faces nor heard their names they always refereed to themselves as "We" as if speaking in one
union about certain matters.
Some of them sounded old and most of them drank and smoked cigars, it felt almost like a setting for a film and as they talked they had file folders
on this table neatly arranged in a circle going around the entire table. I counted 13 file folder and several of them seemed as if 2 - 3 cm thick, but
there were some that seemed almost 5 - 10cm in thickness. One of them spoke with a rough tone and yet it sounded old almost felt ancient he said "We
must decide on a christened child to take the throne of man", a second man spoke and what threw me off was he had the same voice as the first "We
elect the 13 bloods but one will rule". Than a 3rd man began to speak in the same voice but a few seconds in it all began muffled and all of the men
turned into my direction, I could not see their face and they didn't talk except say "This meeting has been disclosed".
That is when the men that sat at the table turned into a giant thick black like mist and there were these whispers, voices and it felt like it was
sucking away my energy as I began to feel weak. Behind me I saw an illumination of an instant flicker of light and a massive jolt as if someone
grabbed me by my clothes from the back and yanked me out.
I instantly awoke in my bed thinking about what it all meant.
Now I realize that these 13 men and women were bread for the purpose to sit on the throne of man, they have no will to choose, no say in what they
Yet, what worries me most - What will happen of the other 12 when this One would be King or Queen is elected?
Why am I told what I am told? Yet it is not being told but being seen, to be told in complex notions I can barely understand with my limited human
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