Do you know that feeling, that you have to do something.....but can´t quite remember what?
This story is just that.
I remember being told to write it but I can´t remember what I was supposed to tell you. What I do know is that everything I am going to tell you really happened, even though it may unbelievable sometimes.
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Chapter 55
I had never been good at seeing things, but I did get a lot better at hearing things.
After all the unbelievable things that I went through, I think this one is not so exceptional; I did start hearing things, things that told me that this was needed.
Only now, meaning only after all the craziness I had to work through over the last twenty years I would be ready for the third leg of my four-legged journeys.
These voices told me that my childhood had passed, and my young adult life was now completed. Well, I could have told them that, but it was not meant as a typical timeline. That childhood they mentioned was not the years I spent as a kid. It were the years in which I discovered that there was more to life than meets the eye.
My young adult was the one that learned to deal with that perspective, that was called out on his actions by guides and people from lives long ago.
This latest experience was some kind of rite of passage, as it was now completed I was told that it was time to prepare for what lies ahead.
They always make it sound and feel so big and important, but what the fluf can a guy like me do that one day might be big and important? Why had I been guided by dead people, and entities I myself sent through time and space in order to pick me up on this life´s pathway?
I mean come on, dogs taking over human bodies and making my drawings?
Aliens dropping in on me and giving me a rose (I know I never mentioned that in the story so far, but I think it was the last time America visited that she gave me a plastic rose as a gift). I still have it as a reminder.
Is it just me and the lack of comparisons I have causing me to think that this is not normal, that this is no ordinary life? Or do these things happen to everyone and nobody dares to talk about them?
My past lives also do not really help, as I only remember bits and pieces of my that I have seen in meditations.
Things like Kyrian (my son), who was my brother in that life, and how we were traveling through what could have been France. We were sent on missions to deliver highly classified papers from on royal to another.
Or that life where I was chained up in the haul of a sinking ship. I drowned there and the sound of iron scraping against iron still gives me very cold chills, I think it reminds me of trying to break my chains and not succeeding.
But do not dwell on the past, because the question is why? Why now, Why me, why this life?
I guess nobody would answer that as there was no one there to guide me anymore. No one, but I did not say no thing.
More and more I felt that I got guided by voices. I could finally hear voices! What was even better was that I could distinguish them from my own paranoid train of thought.
Trust me I still think I could be schizo and these things all just happened in my imagination. Maybe I am just hearing things, maybe these radio girls have fooled me and ruined my understanding of the universe so badly that I started to believe their lies.
The universe is full of endless possibilities, but I can only sail on the waves I have made so far. And my life has been like the ocean, rough at times and calm like a mirror on many occasions.
The Ocean I was currently exploring lay beyond the Pillars of Hercules, this was a completely new territory. I used to be the first mate next to the captain telling me where to go, but now the captain was left on a deserted island. Mutery has taken place, and I was left in charge to sail to whatever is next.
There have been some innuendos on what was to come, when Little Feet left and promised she will be back. That it would take a lot of time and that her brother, the one that cut in line, my son would be big enough to throw her in the air and always catch her.
Those clues she left, and something else that was also brought to my attention a very long time ago now fell perfectly in line with what I was hearing.
There were a lot of things I heard, but the voices kept coming back to one thing..... the bloodline. Always telling me the same, that I needed to take care of the bloodline.
Now that meant what it said, and it meant that Kyrian was not enough. It might also explain the age differences between me and Yella, allowing time for me to learn all my lessons and her still being very fertile by the time I finally muddled through.
Wouldn´t it be ironic if she did not want any kids, well I think after all the things I have been through they ought to at least have gotten that one right, don´t you think?
Still, the words I keep hearing in so many of these listening sessions are; "take care of the bloodline."
That sounds pretty straightforward, but every time I hear it I know means much more than go have fun spreading your seed on gods beautiful acres.
Three months after I got home from jail my divorce was signed, and finally, all ties were cut and I needed to plan a new course.
Call me crazy but I think there is a plan and a good plan takes time.
Their plan with me had taken a lifetime, but as I finally started to hear what was next, I became more and more responsible myself. This is what was expected of me, and if take care of their plan they will take care of me.
All most biblical don´t you think if I will do God´s will, God will take care of me.
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