Originally posted by NWObringer
Between 1999 and 2003 most of the life on this planet would suffer horribly and die as a result. The return of Christ would occur in the
year 2011.
Uh... does anyone else notice this statement to be a little strange? >_>, afterall, I'm still here, and it's 2004. Either this alternative already
has falsified itself or that we still havent fallen into the situation in which the majestic 12 was created for.
It may be that the date was off a little. I had a psychotic breakdown in 2007 whereby I saw a craft hover over and circle my location repeatedly day
in and day out for about a month and a half, without seeming to have to refuel. It had wings, a tail, and a rudder. It was a plane. I felt as though
it were making me do and feel things physically and mentally. Of course,none could see it but I. I recall every detail as though it were yesterday,
which my doctors and therapists, even the ones at the Asylum in Hopkinsville, Ky. where I ultimately went, found interesting and of note since
psychotic episodes like the one I had was not something one typically remembers, if it's remembered vaguely at all. It was not transitory or drug
induced in nature, and what's more. It was like having two people in my body with two minds thinking of many things at once. I had complete control
of my thoughts, and if I exerted the energy, I could take control of my body. I had no control of the other entities thoughts and, unless I exerted
myself, it controlled my body. I could communicate with it and it with me, both mentally, and physically through my mouth. I would ask it questions
out loud and then consciously focus on keeping my mouth shut to see if I were mad, it would force my mouth open and speak thoughts in response I had
not even entertained or considered. I could go on, remember it went on a month and a half day in and day out. I met people who weren't there who were
as real as everyone else around me in every sense. Look for a St. Louis Feb. 2007 news report about a Hollywood Video store arrest in S. Co. S. STL
City (off MorganFord RD., I believe) where a guy pushed over a 400 pd display case full of movies. Then review the store video if the owner will let
you have a copy- he's a movie store owner, I'm sure he'd sell the "movie" of the video surveillance tapes- at any rate, that was me. The two
store employees claim I was the only one there. Yet, I was not alone (whether real or from my own mind) there was a man in a white suit, white shirt,
white shoes and white socks, with brown cropped cut hair there with me.
The point is- is that out of all the fantastic things I was told, shown, and made to do and believe- and I mean alot of fantastic things, real or
imagined- over that whole period of time, one stands out to me. "It," that part of me which answered when it heard my name called from across a
crowded room, at the same moment that- that part of me I know to be the only part of me which answers when it hears my name called across a crowded
room did. Which is to say I and "It" answered the call of my name sepereately and simultaneously as one within my own mind. I was quite literally a
passenger in my own body. At any rate, "It" had made me call the CBN and Hagee ministries, although I'm a devout Atheist and believer in a
Universal Conscience, at best, but definately not some Diety as dogma describes, and definately don't buy evolution or alien hybrid ththeories or
Creationism or Intelligent design or any BS like that. But, "It," through me called CBN and Hagee because it believed "It" really was the Son of
God and specifically said so to the recieving operators. But said so as I referring to itself rather than I referring to myself. So it sold me off to
them as the Son of God. I've never refuted it because I didn't say it, "It" did. I don't know what "It" was so I'm at a loss and I'll not
dare speak for "It" for fear of being wrong. My Athiesm is in serious doubt because of this by the way. Anyways, immediately thereafter a Bible I
was given by my neice to help me deal with my new issues, Rewrote itself and never altered that I've ever seen. Now, all other BIBLES then and now
are the same. I read and saw things just as they were whether I'd seen them before or not, yet, that one BIBLE remained altered. When I first
recieved it it was the same as any other, but, immediately after the final call announcing, "I am the Son of God" I watched it rewrite itself.
How all this relates is that: I could/ can very easily copy the altered BIBLE which only I can read- all others may well see the text of a normal
BIBLE, I don't know since none had dared to read it before I had it hidden- and write it word for word, beginning to end, geneology through geneology
event through event and have it translated into Hebrew and everyother language possible and, through my Society's publishers, have it published in
over 245 countries throughout the World. Consider what I've said. Whether this altered BIBLE is a figment of my imagination, Divine Providence, or
the Work of the Devil, I can write a HOLY BIBLE complete with the intro and Title Pages, down to copyright dates, etc- cover to cover- Genesis to
Revelation- with a wholly complete and fluid rewording of the entire thing. Some characters are the same, the situations are from wholly different
points of view, some of the roles have changed, for example Abel kills Caine as Caine is the cattleman and Able is the farmer- all new situations,
events, and characters are in there too. Revelations, for example has a whole new retelling and the Angels involved are named by name. Whether or not
it is recieved as a religious book or the most detailed and graphic novel since the BIBLE itself, making Grapes of Wrath a less complicated work- a
child's book by comparison. Either, this altered BIBLE as I see it is the most creative work of it's kind, or it's the real deal. The fact that I
hid it and refuse to translate it for the World to read should give pause. I would be so wealthy, fortuanately, I don't care. I would be so famous,
fortuanately, I don't care. I would institute a new religion of loyal fanatics, zealots, and lunatics who would accept it literally or contextually.
I would have fierce opposition which would only fuel my wealth and power. Not because I made it up from scratch- I couldn't, not that flawless- but
that it came to me in the situation and manner in which it did.