consisted of disciples who practice sorcery and those who handle politics. I realized if they wanted to totally rule the world they needed to conquer six aspects of everyday life i.e. social, education, economy, military, politics and lastly, religion. I began to realize in the past they made test runs in each area. Social life they control it with what the Bible calls sorcery, liquor and illegal drugs. Reality is it was the so-called, “Man,” who introduced drugs into poverty stricken communities. Not to mention the casinos and lottery. The repeated cash of the stock market tested reactions of the people, it just goes on and on in dozens of ways.
May 13th 2014
Chicago, IL
3:12 a.m.
It’s cold, my body shivers and shakes as I try to remain asleep. But it’s cold, too cold. I try to keep my eyes closed and continue to sleep, but it’s just too cold. To my surprise, I wake up lying on the pavement of a sidewalk outside. I stand up finding myself in a world where everything around me was in turmoil. I stood in the middle of a pedestrian congested sidewalk in a major city that feels so familiar. It seemed as though it was just the middle of the afternoon with the sun still shining, but now darkness covers the sky. I glance at my watch to validate what time it was now to and make sense of the dark cloudy night sky. I looked at my watch twice and tapped the glass that covers the hour, minute, and second hands that all ironically stop at the same number. The number six. The constant patter of footsteps is all that echoes through the quiet air. No horns blowing along with the heavy downtown traffic. There is no clatter of construction equipment, nor do I hear the voices of others as they walk by me engaged in conversations. There’s nothing but an apparent absence of the usual things I’d expect in a city business district. I become overwhelmed as an eerie chill crawls up my spine. I look at everything around me; the skyscrapers are all broken at the tops and only seem to reach halfway high as they should, everything here seems so dull in color and the people here are alive but just barely. The people all seem so dim and lifeless. Not like zombies who’re driven by specific thirst of flesh. No, zombies at least had drive to feast on human flesh; these people had no drive at all as if they all seemed drained. Just going through motions. But it’s more like they’re drones being controlled by others, accomplishing the goals and tasks of someone else. It’s like a mute white and black movie and I can’t understand it.
I wipe my face with my hands in a state confusion trying to see what I was witnessing. Feeling uneasy about the world around me, I take a closer look at the people, grabbing them, I try to shake them out of whatever trance they’re in. And it’s as though I’m not even there to them; no response or attention even acknowledging I was there. Then I grab another person by their jacket, this time out of anger and frustration, and smoke appears in the middle of his chest. I look at it in amazement, but seeing it makes my heart drop even more. I let him go and analyze the countless others that pass me in various directions. On each individual, I see a ghastly fog, small on some, larger on others, every and anywhere on the person. The chest, head, shoulders, or spine. The shoulder or even the crotch area. I begin to back away from all of them putting my back against a brick wall of a building. I slide down bending my knees. I wonder am I going mad, but I raise my head and look again to the dark sky. In that instance, I see exactly what is attached to the people. The ghastly fog on each body is bearing a set of eyes of various colors – red, blue, green and black, with an iron chain-like link on them. I begin to track the chains with my eyes towards the sky. The moonlight exposes where a figure sits on a throne of serpents. An unnatural human like abomination, his body was masculine and scarred
May 13th 2014
Chicago, IL
3:12 a.m.
It’s cold, my body shivers and shakes as I try to remain asleep. But it’s cold, too cold. I try to keep my eyes closed and continue to sleep, but it’s just too cold. To my surprise, I wake up lying on the pavement of a sidewalk outside. I stand up finding myself in a world where everything around me was in turmoil. I stood in the middle of a pedestrian congested sidewalk in a major city that feels so familiar. It seemed as though it was just the middle of the afternoon with the sun still shining, but now darkness covers the sky. I glance at my watch to validate what time it was now to and make sense of the dark cloudy night sky. I looked at my watch twice and tapped the glass that covers the hour, minute, and second hands that all ironically stop at the same number. The number six. The constant patter of footsteps is all that echoes through the quiet air. No horns blowing along with the heavy downtown traffic. There is no clatter of construction equipment, nor do I hear the voices of others as they walk by me engaged in conversations. There’s nothing but an apparent absence of the usual things I’d expect in a city business district. I become overwhelmed as an eerie chill crawls up my spine. I look at everything around me; the skyscrapers are all broken at the tops and only seem to reach halfway high as they should, everything here seems so dull in color and the people here are alive but just barely. The people all seem so dim and lifeless. Not like zombies who’re driven by specific thirst of flesh. No, zombies at least had drive to feast on human flesh; these people had no drive at all as if they all seemed drained. Just going through motions. But it’s more like they’re drones being controlled by others, accomplishing the goals and tasks of someone else. It’s like a mute white and black movie and I can’t understand it.
I wipe my face with my hands in a state confusion trying to see what I was witnessing. Feeling uneasy about the world around me, I take a closer look at the people, grabbing them, I try to shake them out of whatever trance they’re in. And it’s as though I’m not even there to them; no response or attention even acknowledging I was there. Then I grab another person by their jacket, this time out of anger and frustration, and smoke appears in the middle of his chest. I look at it in amazement, but seeing it makes my heart drop even more. I let him go and analyze the countless others that pass me in various directions. On each individual, I see a ghastly fog, small on some, larger on others, every and anywhere on the person. The chest, head, shoulders, or spine. The shoulder or even the crotch area. I begin to back away from all of them putting my back against a brick wall of a building. I slide down bending my knees. I wonder am I going mad, but I raise my head and look again to the dark sky. In that instance, I see exactly what is attached to the people. The ghastly fog on each body is bearing a set of eyes of various colors – red, blue, green and black, with an iron chain-like link on them. I begin to track the chains with my eyes towards the sky. The moonlight exposes where a figure sits on a throne of serpents. An unnatural human like abomination, his body was masculine and scarred
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