Hi. My name is Derek and I've been on a massive spiritual
journey over the last year or so, and it's not letting up or going away anytime
soon, so I figured I'd blog about it. Too much has happened to really do a
comprehensive back story, but suffice it to say, something very real and very
wondrous is going on here. Something BIG. I have been sharing all my
experiences with Krystal, a person whom I love very much and who listens to me
with an open mind and heart.
OK, so yesterday was surreal. I've been being pounded hard
by Jeebles lately. I'm talking bam bam bam every few min sometimes! The more I
research the brighter the light gets, so to speak.
Last night I got into the living room for dinner after a few
beers and some wacky. I was turning around to sit down and stopped short; the
painting on the wall next to me, the same one I'd seen just there for many
years, suddenly became a very clear sign. See picture below.
The artist had no clue what he was doing when he painted
this, trust me. I know, I met him and bought it directly from him. He said he
got the idea from cell phone bars. OK, yes, I can see how that happened. But he
was being guided, make no mistake.
First, notice that there are three rectangles, and
they look like doors. Not four or five, but three. Notice the first, smallest
one. It's fuzzy and has no definition, and has no light around it. The second door
seems to get a bit brighter around the edges, as if there's a light source behind it.
The third and biggest door, nearest the viewer, is positively glowing on the
left and dark on the right, where the odd looking dark reddish shadow mist
is coming from.
To me, this is a clear representation of the dimensions, of
which there are three, as you may have heard. So we have the farthest/smallest
door, then a bit bigger/closer and finally, the closest. But look! The painting
itself, the canvas, is the fourth! The dimension that contains the other three.
The part of the Bible nobody really comprehends. The spirit realm? An
alternate reality? Heaven and hell? Perhaps. Whatever it is, we don't and
likely will never understand it—at least, not while we are alive.
Only the
dead survive.
Then I got hit with another revelation: I know the eighth
wonder of the world. It's so clear! People have been searching for ages for it
and it's right there!
Wonders as we know them:
·
Great Pyramid of Giza, the only one that still exists.
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Colossus of Rhodes.
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Hanging Gardens of Babylon.
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Lighthouse of Alexandria.
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Mausoleum at Halicarnassus.
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Statue of Zeus at Olympia.
·
Temple of Artemis at Ephesus
Now, riddle me this: Jeebles spent a lot of time at the Sea of
Galilee, where he performed several miracles, including the walking on water
bit. The River Jordan flows directly through that sea (really a big ass lake)
and South to... the Dead Sea. The Dead Sea, folks. There are your choices,
clear as day! Follow Him and live (after death), turn your back and flow south.
The eighth wonder of the world, dear readers, is magic. Not
pull a rabbit out of my hat or watch my beautiful assistant disappear magic.
Real magic. His magic. The kind of baffling power that can save or damn your
very soul. It's all around us—hell, it's inside us—and yet we keep searching.
I once, was lost... But now, am found. --Amazing
Grace.
I stared at this picture for a long, long time; long enough
that even I felt a bit odd about the situation. So I gave up and turned right
again to sit down.
WOW! Wait just a tic! What's this??? The large picture behind me, a wedding gift
from the Wizzle's parents, is speaking to me, as well, for the first time!
Picture below.
Please notice that first, it's a tree. Trees play a big part
in all this, as they drop seeds and give life but also need to consume the
right stuff, same as us, or they'll drop. Then notice the obvious split: hmmm,
light/yellow on the left, red/black/gray on the right. This about mirrors the
"cell phone" bars picture that's sitting just feet from it on the
wall! It also seems to present a choice and represent good and evil, two things
I feel are only concepts at this point. That could change.
If you'll notice, there's a tough-to-see white swoop on the
right side, heading from a bush up into the tree. How do I now it's headed
up instead of down? It came to me, that's why, because it really bothered me. I
was talking to Wizzle about it and suddenly, whamo! I asked her if she sees that
swoop headed from the bush into the tree... and I stopped. Bam, there it is. I
don't know the significance of this yet, but I believe it has something to do
with things moving backward, not the way we accept them. I feel this is highly
important but as I said, not wholly clear to me yet.
So I finally said dang, fine, I gotta sit down and eat
dinner. I turned a little more right and clack! Right in my face, a photo of my own wedding, below.
Do you notice anything? White/yellow on the left, gray black
and red on the right? OK, now I was a bit concerned. What in the heck is
going on? This is all connected, of that I'm sure. I have most the pieces, but
very little is clicking together at this point. My eyes are open.
Ohhhhh, I almost forgot! I finally am convinced to sit down
and eat by the Wizzle, who believers I've cracked, lost it. So fine, I sit down and pull my dinner tray to me.
I kid you not, we were watching Trailer Park Boys and for those familiar, it was
the episode in which Ricky's daughter has the baby and they make a little
funny, putting her and her man in a stable and making them look very clearly
like Joseph and Mary. Ricky was told to find a "stable environment"
for the birthing and that's what he came up with. Hilarious! Until you're on
the ride I'm on, and then it's terrifying, beautiful, wondrous, confusing and exhilarating. And ten thousand other things.
The baby is born and Ricky looks up, holding the kid, and yells, "Jesus
Christ!" Hah. Hah, hah. Another
Jeebles funny but maaaaan, there I was in the middle of it, smack dab.
It's tough to see because it's a picture of a TV screen, but
trust me here, in the image below, Julian is trying to smoke three
cigarettes at once. c'mon now, right? A kid is born in a stable and three
cigarettes come out? I know this was probably done on purpose by the writers,
as well, but I don't know, this three thing is really moving my way like a
logging truck whose brakes have failed.
What all this means and why it's all coming at me so quickly
I don't know, but I'm ready. Pelt me, universe, I can take it and more.
And thank you, Jeebles, for finding me. I'm having a blast on this ride.
