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 59
I am sure that after the last chapter, it sounds like I have a God Complex. Or maybe a Son of God complex, I think that´s called a Messiah complex.
Even though I said, I don't think that Jesus was actually talking to god. He might have been just like me talking to dead people and aliens.
The point I am trying to make is more of a clarification of the bloodline task I was given. Make sense of it, why me? What can I do_ What should I be doing?
All my crazy meet-ups and lessons learned must serve a higher purpose, but then again what do I know?
So what do I know?
I admit that I know nothing!
I have so very little to go on, my faith is truly tested. No more radio girls to guide me, oh lord why have thy forsaken me?
After all that I went through, the radio went silent and I need to navigate this journey all by myself, just on the things I learned and the few things I heard over these last years in which I could not listen to the radio.
Stop whining and be a man, with a messiah complex or without one it does not matter because nobody cares.
As I see it I have two options or no options. They as in the voices told me that if I do what they suggest they will take care of me, and these last couple of years it definitely looks like they stuck to their end of the bargain.
Or I can Go All Frozen and let it go and pretend that nothing ever happened. That would mean that if the voices are honest that they will keep testing me and sending me challenges until I finally do what they say.
That is what I mean by options. After all that I have experienced, I can not deny that I think there is more to life than meets the eye.
That plus the fact that doing what they asked me to do worked out pretty well in general these last couple of years tells me, I have no options.
I just need to accept that this is my life and what I made of it, a life that has only one option; to move forward.
I need to learn to understand the financial world to ensure enough money to buy the place where I can put down that round table.
Why a round table, to seat the new order?
What new order?
The order that needs to reset the balance between the dark and the light.
So what does that make me the treasurer and protector of Kingdom Come? No, it makes me annoying and asking too many questions.
Everything that happened so far should have taught me that goals always unravel slowly, little by little. Maybe I should try to ask why a bit less, listen a bit more, and follow orders. Because I know what needs to be built, I can even see the room with the round table. That room represents, or better is a visualization of something much bigger.
That "something a lot bigger," I wrote about a while back;
Dreem-WOTW: A sneak peak into the future of my unbelievable personal story
That was 54 Chapters ago, let´s see if it still makes sense.
The illusion I keep referring to is very similar to the matrix. Yet very different.
Humans are so caught up in everyday tasks that they are unable to see how that traps them in a certain mindset. This mindset is reinforced by the affirmation they receive from the world they think surrounds them.
Guess that is exactly where I am at right now; It took me 59 chapters and 40+ years to learn that. If I can send people from previous lives on my current life´s path, why could I not have created a shortcut? Or was this the shortcut I created for myself?
Surprisingly accurate indeed, it mentions the bloodline and the roundtable.
It mentions something I was just coming to, the Refugio.
And there is something it does not mention, the man with the blue turban.
The man with the blue turban, I keep forgetting about him. Not sure why as I know he´s important. They only told me about him once, that night on the train to Paris.
That hazy conversation about how Kyrian at a very young age would not be living with me anymore, about how the police would bring him back home trying not to smile when he pulled another crazy stunt.
I always saw two American sheriffs in that picture, which didn´t make any sense as Kyrian was growing up in Spain. Maybe one day move to the Netherlands for work or study, but the US?
That was just weird, what would he do in the US? Well as it turns out his mom got married to an American and he moved there 6 months ago.
Now the picture makes sense, the fact that at the age I pictured him leaving to what I thought was a boarding school, he might go to a US Campus.
I got to keep an open mind because my mind will try to fill in the gaps in the hazy stories I am told. I will try to have those stories make sense, but it does not mean that my mind is always right.
I still wonder what he will be making, all I know is it has something to do with video....that much I remember. It certainly will not be documentaries as I thought back then on that train.
Will it be YT, will he start streaming on Twitch?
The latter might make sense combined with those policemen that bring him home, and have some kind of respect for him, but still need to be the authority that tells him he crossed a boundary. Or would it be video games?
For now, his story follows the breadcrumbs I was handed, let´s see how it plays out. Because there is a second leg to that story, that man with the blue turban.
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