Numerator wrote:mechanismj wrote:OH MY GOD YOU GUYS! You would not believe the fucking shit that has happened to me over the last few days. Almost all of it has to do with numbers. The rest of it has to do with love. It would take me HOURS to unravel it all on you! It's been so crazy that I just need to rest now.
please do elaborate after you've had your rest!
A few weeks ago, I started spending my time researching anything and everything, starting with my absolute disgust for money. I found myself wondering why I was going to work and what I had hoped to achieve there. So I flipped the dollar over and started looking real hard at it. The all seeing eye, the pyramid, the eagle, the webbish looking design. All of it seemed so strange to me. I had heard crazy things about it for years, but never looked into it for myself. From there, I went onto research the Federal Reserve sham, then secret government, eventually capping off with the Illuminati, Freemasonry, Cults, bloodline lineages, reptilians, aliens, etc. At this point I stumbled upon interviews with supposed members of these societies, and some of them were HIGHLY disturbing. Some were downright silly. Either way, I had fried my brain and decided to back off for a few days.
Eventually I crawl right back into where I left off, only now I was researching symbolism, religion, astrology, numerology and really weird things started to happen. I started seeing the shit EVERYWHERE. Seeing it in my favorite movies and hearing it in all of my favorite music. Placing strange connections I had never noticed before. Being the kind of guy that I am, I never really subscribed to any specific set of beliefs, and I think that was by design. I ended up finding myself reading between the lines on a lot of this shit, and it really blew my mind how much all of it connects. I began to see the subtle adjustments made to words in the English language throughout the years, and noticed certain numbers cropping up everywhere in my life.
All of this culminated with the events of June 7th when I decided to start using this stuff to my advantage. I got a girl's phone number out of it, made friends with people at work that I never normally talked to (truth be told I'm a pretty isolated individual), and witnessed the scariest thing I had ever seen.
My brother came over to visit and we ate some weed cookies and watched Woody Allen's Manhattan. We're both pretty toasted, especially my brother. I'm sitting there twirling drumsticks in my hands while watching the movie, my brother is sitting off to the right of me. He had been quiet for a while, but randomly mumbles something that catches my attention (I'm still not sure what he said, and either is he, but the things I think it were send chills down my spine). So I look over, and as I do, the glass of tea in his hand starts to spill to the ground. It drops, and both his legs kick straight up in the air, he cocks his head off to the right and his eyes are wide open! I jump up and shake him a little bit and start yelling at him to wake up. 20 seconds of this and I finally get a response. Only as he comes to, his lips start turning blue and his face turns deathly white. I finally get him to stand up and walk around, only he he doesn't acknowledge me and appears to be staring off into the void. He looked like the fucking walking dead! I give him a big hug, tell him I love him and that he's going to be fine. After a few minutes we begin making conversation, I get him to drink some water, and called my parents to come over and help me with him. Once it was over, I was left with my jaw dropped to the floor and this incredible adrenaline rush that I had never experienced before, and having been researching the things I had been, and still being somewhat stoned (though the experience pretty well sobered me right up), you can only imagine some of the thoughts swimming through my head at the time. Needless to say, I wanted out of my apartment for a while.
My parents take him home. I follow them. Still reeling from this, I decide to take a 3 hour drive out to the middle of nowhere till dawn. Once I got home, I parked my car and proceeded to walk around town for another hour or so. I was in absolute awe.
I'm a drummer, and have been slowly learning how to develop coordination between the left and right hands and feet. As I get better at this, the more I'm able the see and understand both sides of things more equally. I guess this can be equated to using both sides of the brain, which is also something I stumbled upon in my research. I read at one point that what is locking us into the state we're all in as a species, and society, is the fact that "the powers that be" are only teaching us to use the left sides of our brains, which is supposedly keeping us from "crossing into a 4th dimension", which is supposedly what 2012 might actually be about. Perhaps this is where the 10 percent of the brain theory comes into play. The left side apparently controls logic and reason, while the right handles creativity and imagination. I must be slowly developing the right side of my brain to be experiencing all this.
Toward the end of my research, I came across some videos of David Icke talking about "how to beat the Illuminati" etc. All of these new ways of perception and thinking have taught me that fear confines and love is the only thing that can free you. All of it blended together and I stumbled upon all of it at just the right times.
I suppose that is the moral of the story. Also, that the truth really is out there for anyone who wants to seek it. There is truth in every tangible thing out there. However, as Lavar Burton always said on Reading Rainbow, and it's the exact same thing that any great free thinker has ever said, "Don't take my word for it." You gotta do it yourself and what worked for me will probably not work for you.
So, yeah. Everything is kind of back to "normal" now. My bro went to the doctor and they told him that what most likely caused that (and they said it has happened numerous times before) is several factors that all lined up at the right time. The mugginess of my apartment, the uncomfortable chair he was sitting in, the fact that he apparently had to take a shit, etc. All he remembers of the situation was, as he put it, slowly getting sucked into a purplish void, and then me bringing him back out of it. All he remembers of the parts where he was up walking like a zombie were being really cold and not knowing what had just happened. He said it was kind of shocking. I really felt that I was meant to experience that as I did for a reason.
By the way, what I could swear I heard him say was, "Ok goodbye". And he said with such casualness that it was like he was letting go of life itself through my eyes. That really scares me. In fact, I'm shuddering thinking about it now... listening to the tail of end Music Is Math really adds to the chills.
