I'll start by saying I have my odd moments. Literally, at weird times, I'll know exactly what my friend or my dad has going through their heads. I don't just "pick up", but I can also "send". I'll have a song in my head, and on a long ride somewhere, my dad usually has it humming before the end. When he realizes he's humming a random song, he'll look at me and I know I better stop.... or at least pick a better song to annoy him with.
In 2000, I had a horrible "lurching" feeling about The End. Of the world? Not quite. More like just some dramatic change to the norm. The more I sat thinking about it, the more I picked up on it. When September Eleventh happened... the feeling didn't go up or down. While some flailed and waved and pointed, that day never shifted The End.
In 2004, "The End" revealed to me the feeling of 2009, lasting into 2012. Just that sick, twisting feeling. And it's still there if I think about it, but we're living in the lead-up to The End. My friend jokes that it was Obama... but it's not that. No... and so I sat and "felt" with my random sense.
In 2009, I began to pick up... I guess you'd call them beacons. Very strong, very side-ways lurching feelings, is the best way I can describe how this psychic feeling is. Like you're running full tilt and someone just grabs your elbow and yanks you out of stride.
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In the Summer of '09, my stomach began killing me no end, we find out in November my uncle had stomach cancer, and when he died in May, the pains stopped completely.
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And here now, late summer of 2010, I think I've narrowed into the Beacons. North Iran is the strongest of the three that I can distinguish. The next is England. The last, oddly, is somewhere in west-southwest Russia.
The time frame, as best as I can tell for now, matches with the Olympics of 2012. Something is going to set off starting in England. Not physical, but emotional or social, something.... And then it all starts falling apart.
By all means, tell me I'm nuts, pray that I'm wrong... but if not, Christ in a Bread Box, I called it.
In 2000, I had a horrible "lurching" feeling about The End. Of the world? Not quite. More like just some dramatic change to the norm. The more I sat thinking about it, the more I picked up on it. When September Eleventh happened... the feeling didn't go up or down. While some flailed and waved and pointed, that day never shifted The End.
In 2004, "The End" revealed to me the feeling of 2009, lasting into 2012. Just that sick, twisting feeling. And it's still there if I think about it, but we're living in the lead-up to The End. My friend jokes that it was Obama... but it's not that. No... and so I sat and "felt" with my random sense.
In 2009, I began to pick up... I guess you'd call them beacons. Very strong, very side-ways lurching feelings, is the best way I can describe how this psychic feeling is. Like you're running full tilt and someone just grabs your elbow and yanks you out of stride.
(Interlude)
In the Summer of '09, my stomach began killing me no end, we find out in November my uncle had stomach cancer, and when he died in May, the pains stopped completely.
(/Interlude)
And here now, late summer of 2010, I think I've narrowed into the Beacons. North Iran is the strongest of the three that I can distinguish. The next is England. The last, oddly, is somewhere in west-southwest Russia.
The time frame, as best as I can tell for now, matches with the Olympics of 2012. Something is going to set off starting in England. Not physical, but emotional or social, something.... And then it all starts falling apart.
By all means, tell me I'm nuts, pray that I'm wrong... but if not, Christ in a Bread Box, I called it.
