Journey 8: A Thin Line
(Decode Clue: DE) Is is the year of our Lord, two-thousand two, the eighteenth day of March. My prayers have been saturated in self---all things that are---relative to self.
I have sometimes allowed myself to be taken in by illusions and dreams and believed they're real.
I must honestly say I am grateful to God that I have not become insane. There is such a thin line and I have lived on the fine thread of it - my entire life.
Revealed is the true identity of the fate of man. Fore from within, out of the heart of man, come evil thoughts: fornication, theft, murder, adultery, coveting, wickedness, deceit, licentiousness, envy, slander, pride, foolishness. All these things come from and within and they defile man.
The Lord said, "if my people who are called by my name humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn away from their wicked ways, then I will hear from Heaven and will forgive their sin and heal their land." This is God's Promise-
Then...God sacrificed His only Son so that whosoever shall believe in Him, shall not parish, but have eternal life. - Promise Fulfilled.
A wise person once said, "The wisest person is the person who admits they know nothing at all."
(June 18, 2004)
Journey 9: Deliver Us From Evil
The following entry is a dream of future events anticipated to take place in Las Vegas, Nevada and New York City, between 2012 and 2014.
It was modern day. An average day in the city. Family prepared festivities for the evening and it was fast approaching. I was backstage at the mega production of a play the children worked very hard on all year. I remember the children telling me to load the shoes out of the bags and put them on the shelf for the actors.
A man on stage who resembled Tony Terry, was singing "Eye of the Tiger", strong and vigorously. The band played loud and the crowd watched with happiness as I laughed with the children backstage.
The show took a break for intermission and I had an opportunity to go out front and see the stage. It was spectacular. The set and the stage was like a cross between Cirque Du Soleil and Broadway. The theater was tiered with rows that made me wonder how the people below could enjoy the view...they were too far down. Anyway, I walked outside on the roof of what looked like an old Bellagio building crossed with a tall playhouse in New York City. My dad was upstairs sitting down on some benches on the roof and I walked over to talk to him.
I remember we were supposed to meet my aunt and the kids downstairs, but were not sure where. So I wanted to use my Dad's cell phone. It was a white Nextel phone that looked like a house phone, but it had all the features. So he picked it up and chirped my aunt-got her on the line and then handed me the phone. I got frustrated because I didn't know how to work the phone and was fussing my with my dad over how to work the buttons to talk. After we fussed over it for a second, I finally figured it out and spoke to my aunt and told her where to meet us.
In an attempt to gain more depth and direction for the dream interpretation, I questioned the dream weaver for information.
1. Why did you feel you know these kids already?
2. Why were the buildings familiar to her?
Well as a child, I worked in several plays and stage productions and the last one I ever did, I worked with my father. I was in the play and he was an assistant director. 90% of my performing career was in New York. I currently reside in Las Vegas. My aunt lives in my hometown in the south.
Thank you. Please. Continue.
The dark tall buildings around us--it was as if the strip has been built in Brooklyn. Strange. Anyway my dad teases me after we get off the phone, telling me I need to get a cell phone. I fuss back that I don't need no phone-too much money-too many plans and it's all just an easy way to rip people off. As we started walking toward the exit, a man who overheard our conversation agreed with me and said yeah it's all just a rip off.
So anyway, we got to the parking lot and I noticed small sparks of raging flames burning in the clouds of the evening sky. My dad asked me, what the hell is that...I looked a little longer to see what was going on. There were at least a dozen or more fiery asteroid/meteor type balls of molting hot rocks forming patterns and falling into earth, crashing into our cloud cover and putting themselves out like red-maroon neon light all over the sky.
I immediately began to identify the objects in scientific terms to my dad and explained to him what was happening. We had to get to a safe, cool place where the volcanic like lava and fire would not reach us.
The surroundings were so weird to me at first and I kept shouting as made a run for the car.
Heavenly Father, is it time? Is it happening now?
The noise, explosions and chaos around us became dim and I was able to feel the transmission between God and myself. I said again, "is it time?"
He said, "it reminds me of mom-all of this."
We made it to the car parked out back and I asked, "where are we? Where are we?!!"
I could not get it clear, because the building were dark. New York buildings, but Las Vegas buildings, too. So we figured it out. We were in Vegas. I shouted to my dad, "give me the keys!! Give me the keys!" So I took the keys and we got in the car. It was sparks, flames, rivers of lava of fire exploding around us everywhere. We were in the middle of the largest meteor shower in the history of mankind. Some will survive. Some will die. By morning, this will fortunately pass. We drove around the backstreets and alleyways. Watching the sky and avoiding the destruction on the ground. We were flipping channels on the radio looking for the news. Couldn't find one. I drove around as much as I could to avoid the folding roads of melted rock, but I could not avoid them. Eventually, the fires in the sky opened up and swallowed us. I turned out of the small gas station parking lot and the rolling river of 1000 degree heat swallowed us whole and everything went black.
I am addicted to human flesh and behaviors:
So anyway, we got to the parking lot and I noticed small sparks of raging flames burning in the clouds of the evening sky. My dad asked me, what the hell is that...I looked a little longer to see what was going on. There were at least a dozen or more fiery asteroid/meteor type balls of molting hot rocks forming patterns and falling into earth, crashing into our cloud cover and putting themselves out like red-maroon neon light all over the sky.
I immediately began to identify the objects in scientific terms to my dad and explained to him what was happening. We had to get to a safe, cool place where the volcanic like lava and fire would not reach us.
The surroundings were so weird to me at first and I kept shouting as made a run for the car.
Heavenly Father, is it time? Is it happening now?
The noise, explosions and chaos around us became dim and I was able to feel the transmission between God and myself. I said again, "is it time?"
YES.
It's happening now?
YES. WHO DO HAVE WITH YOU?
I have my father with me.
I answered happily and held my dad's hand.
Yes. Okay.
I answered and said "the prayer."
He said, "it reminds me of mom-all of this."
We made it to the car parked out back and I asked, "where are we? Where are we?!!"
I could not get it clear, because the building were dark. New York buildings, but Las Vegas buildings, too. So we figured it out. We were in Vegas. I shouted to my dad, "give me the keys!! Give me the keys!" So I took the keys and we got in the car. It was sparks, flames, rivers of lava of fire exploding around us everywhere. We were in the middle of the largest meteor shower in the history of mankind. Some will survive. Some will die. By morning, this will fortunately pass. We drove around the backstreets and alleyways. Watching the sky and avoiding the destruction on the ground. We were flipping channels on the radio looking for the news. Couldn't find one. I drove around as much as I could to avoid the folding roads of melted rock, but I could not avoid them. Eventually, the fires in the sky opened up and swallowed us. I turned out of the small gas station parking lot and the rolling river of 1000 degree heat swallowed us whole and everything went black.
To entertain the possibility of "all that is" exists by permission somehow, let us entertain this. Now that we know dreams are windows on parallel lives being lived simultaneously, we must consider the possibility that every time you sleep, the life tape you are about to experience is exactly what is destined to happen at its specific moment in time. Yes, this limited theory is based on the small, atom-sized idea we have of the novel concept of time travel.
What (if indeed time travel was possible) can we stand to lose or gain by this experience? Consider this. The source of "all that is" that pre-approved the life tape you live, has already tested all possible outcomes. The end results vary by circumstance, but the effect is all the same. Currently, time travel is possible through the mind. How? Time and science will tell. At this moment in time, several ongoing tests are being conducted in an exhausting effort to find balance. There must be balance in order to maintain universal, multi-universal structural integrity.
What (if indeed time travel was possible) can we stand to lose or gain by this experience? Consider this. The source of "all that is" that pre-approved the life tape you live, has already tested all possible outcomes. The end results vary by circumstance, but the effect is all the same. Currently, time travel is possible through the mind. How? Time and science will tell. At this moment in time, several ongoing tests are being conducted in an exhausting effort to find balance. There must be balance in order to maintain universal, multi-universal structural integrity.
The discovery by the human species of this simple phenomenon will not
occur for another two
or more millennia.
The knowledge is devastating in some ways as some will only see such power as a road to personal gain. It is the ultimate sole life existing goal for these individuals to become the controller. It is a drug. The one who holds time; holds power.
In the sense that this or these individuals learn first hand how the universe was formed and how it came to be, what it is in that moment. Some will have sympathy for the controller of time, others will feel hate and disgust. They will curse the controller for allowing such outcomes and the heated debate will repeat itself just as it did before.
You see, we do not have the sympathy or the reason for change, because we only have knowledge experimentally of how this all came to be. It is the hope of the dream weaver-the watcher, that those who discover this gentle, fragile, delicate, infinite power called time, realize it's architecture, respect it's potential and utilize it to the highest possible level of progression it is capable of. (July, 2004)
Journey 10:Modern Day Convenience Syndrome
In an effort to hold on to what my perception of reality is, I write this. We as a society have become consumed with television, movies, radio, and magazines. We live in our imagination. We allow our lives to imitate art instead of letting art imitate life. Non-fiction has become fiction and vice versa. The thin line between imagination and reality has been erased. There is no boundary to the limit we will go to destroy ourselves. If we are looking for a glimpse of our future, just turn on the television or go to the movies.
I have to get away from all of this and gain back my reality. I am an addict.
In an effort to hold on to what my perception of reality is, I write this. We as a society have become consumed with television, movies, radio, and magazines. We live in our imagination. We allow our lives to imitate art instead of letting art imitate life. Non-fiction has become fiction and vice versa. The thin line between imagination and reality has been erased. There is no boundary to the limit we will go to destroy ourselves. If we are looking for a glimpse of our future, just turn on the television or go to the movies.
I have to get away from all of this and gain back my reality. I am an addict.
SEX
LUST
GREED
DECEPTION
LOATHING
HATE
PRIDE
LITTLE-TO-NO SELF-ESTEEM
LITTLE-TO-NO CONFIDENCE
LACK OF FAITH IN ALL THAT MAN AND SELF HAS BECOME
I wish.
I wish.
I wish.
I was God. But glad that I am not. I love myself too much to die and love life too much to wish it away. I know now how God feels and why life is the way it is. It's too much work, time and experience to let go. So life must go on. There is a small spark inside of me that keeps me going. Maybe it's the television version of my life becoming my reality. Maybe one day I will become who I am in my reality. Maybe my thin line will disappear and life will become one with my imagination. Maybe...maybe...it's going to take detox of all the negative past to build a positive present. The past is gone, but the future is now. I will live on, because I have no choice. I am one with "all that is" and "all that is" is infinite.
Although this life comes and goes in the blink of an eye, once I exist, I am one. (Decode Clue-TH)
Although this life comes and goes in the blink of an eye, once I exist, I am one. (Decode Clue-TH)
Humans have the God-like
ability to create/destroy-
reshaping and reforming their own existence as well as others.
We are part of "all that is". Countless units of pure energy with limitless memory
and imagination. It is up to the individual to choose how to utilize their core.
Look beyond the teaching of conventional wisdom into the heart of the
mind's eye and absolute truths will be revealed.
It is not in "what is" that balance is restored-
it is in "what is not". An awakening is inevitable.
THE SOURCE WILL SOON BE REVEALED.
(July 17, 2004)
The boy came in the room, couldn't be no more than six years old. He said something to his father and his father appeared to be understanding at first. But then-all in an instant, the father picks up the son and throws him across the room into the bed and then into the humidifier and then again to the bed! Fortunately, the boy bounced off the wall and hit the basket of laundry on the floor by the bathroom door.
mind's eye and absolute truths will be revealed.
It is not in "what is" that balance is restored-
it is in "what is not". An awakening is inevitable.
THE SOURCE WILL SOON BE REVEALED.
(July 17, 2004)
Journey 11:Anger Management
In Absolute Truth there is no death in the sense of human understanding. But yet a transformation. Look into the life cycle of a star and you find the life cycle of the Human Spirit. Look beyond the life cycle of a star and you find the life cycle of the Universe. (July 17, 2004)
It's been a long time since I had a mission. At least a year or more. Then suddenly July 23rd, 2004 I got one.
It was Ze'el, Davi', another woman of color and myself there. It was like Angel Training 101. I was showing them how we do things. How to use their powers, where to go between assignments, who to call for backup, etc. But our little coaching session was interrupted when I got called to a child abuse case. I materialized in the father's bedroom by the dresser and waited a moment before moving in on him.
The boy came in the room, couldn't be no more than six years old. He said something to his father and his father appeared to be understanding at first. But then-all in an instant, the father picks up the son and throws him across the room into the bed and then into the humidifier and then again to the bed! Fortunately, the boy bounced off the wall and hit the basket of laundry on the floor by the bathroom door.
Without any hesitation and with "less than a second" reaction, I grabbed the man from behind by his head and shoulders, just like he grabbed the boy. I tossed him over the bed, into the dresser and he crashed against the dresser and fell to the floor. The little boy ran in the bathroom to get out of harm's way. I went back and stood over the man and bent over to look at him eye to eye.
We didn't say a word to each other, I could hear his thoughts...the man was Mexican-American, average build, mid 30's and possibly from a Christian background. He did not seem to be a religious nor violent man. His response in summary when he looked up at me was more like...
"Oh God! What have I done!
He did the same thing to me as I did to my son!
My temper...I hurt him.
My God help me not to do this."
The man looked back up at me for just a brief moment. And through the wavy, water-rippled tunnel vision that surrounded me, he looked at me as if I was God.
It was God that threw him up across the room. The man looked into the bathroom doorway with a look of total remorse in his face. I elevated back and teleported to the safe house, now decorated like an early 1900's southern family home. It was my house in North Carolina. Ze'el and the new girl were there, the mission was over.
The man and his son were saved.
Mission done.
I WOKE UP.
MIND IS QUIET.
BUT FOR HOW LONG...
-DeMaster Thomas-
-DeMaster Thomas-
