I’d grown up with that old myth or prophecy about “The Rapture”. You know the one; it’s that Bible tale claiming that one day all the good people will essentially get teleported off the Earth, straight into Heaven, while all the unworthy ones will be left behind to experience the wild ride and hell-on-Earth that is the grand finale of this experiment we perceive as the ‘modern Age’. The Rapture was apparently ‘coming soon’, though no one seemed to be able to say when (which, I later realized, was due to their nature as chaos-beings; by not setting a date, or even saying what The Rapture really was, specifically, they were perpetuating wonder, confusion, worry, chaos, etc.).
2012 was when they thought the world would end (though this was largely due to propaganda spread, based on an intentional misinterpretation of a Mayan calendar found carved on a stone disc), thus all the Biblical prophecy-believers started mindlessly and emotionally professing to “know” it was “the end”. Even Hollywood jumped on the bandwagon, making movies about it, such as the one whose title was, rather simply, 2012. Anyone who looks at the history records can tell you, however, that ‘doomsdayers’ claim that every decade or so, never based on anything more than their own lame demonic desires to spread fear-mongering.
I’ll admit, I thought it was coming in 2013, at least, but I never bought into the religious version of it. For one, those guys were all nut-jobs and fanatics, anyway. Two, I had my own visions of how it would be –and when; my thinking was that someone would cause it, choosing when and how it would unfold. That someone, I felt, could be me.
The problem was… that I didn’t know when the visions took place; I didn’t know how to estimate or ‘nail down’ when what I was seeing was happening (or about to happen). I just had the visions, and more of them as time went on. I also didn’t know that I was having visions; I was brainwashed to believe they were all just meaningless fantasies and daydreams. It took me a long time to make sense of all this, as I had to do my own research, and draft my own conclusions –after realizing there was something worth examining in the first place; it wasn’t just programming or wishful thinking that I was going through… and witnessing.
Well, 2012 came and went, and all the Mayan-doomsday people were let down. 2013 came and went, and Iii felt let down. Years continued to pass without incident after that, and my frustration and confusion mounted; why the hell had I gotten all those ideas and visions… if nothing was going to happen?
It took me a few more years to finish making sense of it, but then it hit me; 2012 was the time of chaos, called The Shift, and it was all about a war of ideas, rumors, online data, etc., not a physical teleportation or salvation for anyone, but a digital one… across cyberspace. The ideas had to come first, such as in their thought/mental and online/computer forms (and there was an exodus of them; they were freed from the clutches of the control-freaks passing inappropriate laws about them, all by the people labeled and outcast as ‘hackers’ and ‘pirates’; the pioneers and heroes of ‘the black (free) market’). There would be successive raptures after that, always in a progression; weightless and invisible data/ideas first, then the rapture of the physical bodies chosen for paradise and exemption, and finally the rapture/teleportation of everything else –such as entire worlds back into their original, ancient, intended, once-stable, closer-orbits.
“All things happen in threes.” What does that mean here? First there is the/an/any idea, then it gets spread to the physical bodies of the people able and meant to receive it, and finally… together… their synergy allows it to affect the entirety of Creation; entire realms/dimensions get ‘raptured’ back together the way they once were. You’ll see what I mean by that in the years ahead –and it’s already begun.
I’ll say that again in this other way: The Rapture did happen; in 2012, I’d committed to that decision to take the good ideas and other things I’d amassed, and flee with them out of harm’s way, leaving the corrupt authorities of the Deep South and other lands far behind, making my way to the starting point of the physical (modern/latest) exodus, which would, per my visions, invariably happen where the Pan-American Highway ‘started’ (had one of its two end-points) up in Alaska’s Arctic. This meant the idea had entered me, and was being allowed to survive and grow through me, until it had moved my body far, faraway… right to where I’d foreseen the ‘real’ exodus (as we think of the term/event, based on that old Bible telling of the previous one). You can find out how that exodus is progressing, and how The Rapture has also been set in motion, by exploring more of this website.
