I first started coming to ATS in 2008. It was a passing interest that I didn't think much of. I had a passion for 9/11 truth and a few run ins with
2012 theories, but at the time, I was not too savvy with the conspiracy community.
During that time, I was in college, and I was going through a dark time in my life. I was diagnosed with major depression and to be candid there were
many thoughts of suicide. I guess you could say my emotional spectrum was not right at the time. Things just were not going in life as I had planned
and it finally started to catch up with me. My friends from high school were moving on with their lives and my one best friend that I did have was
deployed to Iraq in the US Army. I looked forward to his infrequent calls and updates.
But at the same time, his life changed as well. Where he was once a true, gung-ho patriot, the things he was involved in with the military over their
only fueled his rage against them, and mine as well. He was not afraid to share the stories with me of the "missions" he went on to provide the sheiks
in the region copious amounts of gold and American money simply just to keep them happy, and the treatment of civilians by other soldiers, stories
that he didn't witness personally but quickly reached his ears. He told me how he watched as soldiers gave starving children pork to eat and as they
struggled not to because their religion forbade it, and on numerous occasions, how when children where playing with a soccer ball in the street, a
soldier would grab the ball and stab it with a knife and walk away laughing. Needless to say, all of the military were not like this, but it sure
painted a picture of why the foreign countries hated American forces quite so much if not only for the initial fact of us invading them in the first
place. But I digress...
As time went on, life for me became harder as financial woes began to mount and personal problems began to unhinge me. Being a devout atheist since
2004, I did in June of 2008 what I hadn't done in four years and that was prayed to the God I gave up that I was raised to believe in. And then, on
that night, be it on account of my prayer or just because that was the night that it was meant to be - the dream was sent to me.
I was looking to the ground. Grass. Dead grass. It was dark, but not night time, the sun was covered by clouds. I looked to my body and upon my body
was a white robe, drenched in blood. In my right hand was a sword, the blade too was covered in blood. I looked up. There was a road before me. There
we no cars, only bodies on either side. Dead, mangled bodies. I looked to my hands; there was blood upon them, and I asked out like - "Did I do this?"
A moment passed a voice spoke to me in my head, but it was so loud it was as if it was coming from the sky itself:
"Many will die for the price of freedom - but even more will die if you do nothing."
I shuddered and there was the neighing of a horse. I looked up and there was my friend upon it. He too was in a white robe brandishing a sword and he
too was covered in blood. I looked to the ground and closed my eyes.
When I opened them again I was inside a building. It was a building I had never seen before, but I knew where I was going. I walked through a series
of halls and entered a room. There upon a couch rested my friend. I grabbed his shoulder and shook him awake. He sat up immediately and told him that
we had to go. I reached my hand forward and he took it. I closed my eyes once more and felt the wind pick up and the temperature rise. When I opened
my eyes again, the view was breathtaking from atop the Pyramid of Cheops.
After taking in the view I turned to the sky and looked to the stars. There in the heavens, brighter then ever was Orion's belt with Sirius burning
brighter than I have ever seen. I stared at them for what seemed like hours, contemplating what I saw and finally I turned to my friend and told him,
And then I awoke.
So normally I wouldn't care. I thought it was a little weird, sure, but I went about my day as normal as ever and I pretty much let it pass into the
back of my mind. Then, later that night, I got an unexpected call from my friend in Iraq. He told me how the night before he was reading The Bible and
how his life matched up so much with this one character, who I cannot quite place at this time. He said that before he went to sleep he too prayed and
that night he dreamed... and he went on to describe a dream that involved the both of us in white robes covered in blood surrounded by the bodies of
And from that point on we both knew that whatever was coming, we were meant for a bigger part in the picture of things. We began to "see" things and
our studies began. In late 2008 he came home and we began compiling a collection of knowledge. We began studying religions and arcane arts of all
types and we opened our minds to all possibilities. Soon a meager collection of books became a collection of over 300 volumes of the most unique and
metaphysically exhausting books known to mankind, and we studied them all. We began meditating on our thoughts and trying to figure out as we might
what we should do and soon enough one more dream came to each of us, though this time it was not the same.
For my friend he was to start a church for all and create a shelter. He would learn the skills needed to survive off the grid and soon enough would do
so himself. In the end - he would fight. In his dream was a great earthquake and many were killed. In the sky were three moons, the full with a waxing
and waning crescent on either side.
For me, I too would learn the skills for survival. But I was told that when the time comes for people to revolt, and they are unable to find a leader,
I must lead the people to freedom. And I asked, "Why me?" And I was told, "Because you understand what it is to live in a cage."
Since that time in early 2009 there have been no more dreams and no more voices... no more messages and no more premonitions. That was all we were
left with and that was all we continue to follow. Three years later it becomes hard to continue on that path with no reassurance that is was even
real, but how can I argue? The path, regardless of the reality of its creation or not - led me down the path of truth. It opened my eyes to corruption
in the world and turned me to a person that I can look in the mirror and smile about. I no longer need to be sad about not having a good paying job
are a fairy tale relationship, because being at the bottom I realized this isn't so bad. This life is pretty good... and one day, when we are actually
free, it is going to be even better.
No one is going to deny to my friend and I what happened, just as no one is going to deny to me the changes that I see in this world and that are
obviously occurring in the year we live. No atheist is going to convince me that there is simply NOTHING spiritual that exists in the universe and no
pacifist is going to convince me that peaceful dissent is going to change anything in this country or this world. No amount of money is going to bring
happiness. No amount of war is going to bring world peace.
2012 is among us and the seeds of change are here. The only question is if the phoenix will be reborn from the ashes of global chaos - or if
revolution will truly need to take a foothold when the year is up. That is why we will simply have to wait and see.
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