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New Episodes of Viga-Tales, Second Season
The Minimalist. Part Two
Everybody’s screaming, and yelling and because of all the chaos it’s a struggle to hear what these people are saying. As I try to blend in, and stay unnoticed, I hear murmuring that because of President Obama and a speech that he gave, this is happening. Supposedly he said in one of his speeches that the nation is stuck in a congressional stalemate and how now we need to come together to avoid default. Someone even said in his last speech that the word Godspeed was used. Hmm. Undoubtedly the most hated president in the history of presidential elections; to some he’s a perfect scapegoat, and the reason for this darkness that is rapidly growing in the sky above us. Some have no intentions on accepting any responsibility for this; not even their own doings. Wonder what their carbon footprints look like? People sometimes fear what they don’t understand; and accepting this fear to some is more frightening than the fear itself.
I’m dressed in tattered jeans with a plaid long sleeve shirt, complete with baseball cap, tennis shoes and backpack, packed to the rim with supplies. I’m headed to the side of an abandoned building because I’m thirsty and I see a broken water spicket, that’s spitting out water. I’m frantically trying to fill several bottles up with water for this trip back up the mountain and drink at the same time. People are displaying erratic behavior. Just wandering around the town disheveled. I pull out my Swiss army knife and slide it in my pocket; all while trying to fill these daggone bottles. Suddenly, there is an explosion of some sort, KABOOM! A deafening sound. Feels like my eardrums are splitting in half. Oh My God. Help me Holy Spirit. I dropped my bottle, unable to get the top on the last one. People are scarred, you see it in the sky, but nobody knows where it’s coming from. The sky is darker now than ever before; soot and a deathlike grayness take over above us. People are running, trampling everything under their feet. Sirens are going off. I’ve gotta run, I’ve gotta go! I’ve gotta get back to my family in the mountains. I turn to make a mad dash to the other side of the road to cut through the foothills.
When I turned around, I slammed into a force that’s dressed exactly like me. It knocks me to my butt, and I’m crab crawling trying to regain some balance and control of my body. I try to get up, only it’s right in my face now. The farther I move from it, the closer it gets in my face. From the baseball cap down to the New Balance tennis shoes. Dressed EXACTLY like me. What is going on? Why can’t I move? What the? T.B.C.
The Minimalist. Part Three
I am scared, because people are running all around me, a heard of them, yet I’m flat on my butt with this force, this presence directly in my face; nose to nose. But I’m not being trampled. I tried to regain movement, get my balance. I’m usually quick on my feet and prepared. I’m a theorist, that and my faith are two things I didn’t give up when I became a minimalist. But as hard as I tried to think right now, and as hard as I tried to force my way past this massive presence; I couldn’t get around it, I couldn’t move, but others were moving right along as if I were the only one to see this force dressed in tattered jeans and a plaid shirt. I screamed who are you?” The force answered “I am the rock and the fortress and the deliverer; I am the strength, in whom you have trusted”
Whoa. I’m so scared right about now. I just know I’m not going to make it back to those mountains, which seem to be in arms reach. As much chaos is going on around me, it is peacefully quiet while I’m in the presence of this presence. While I’m having this encounter with this force, I was also being moved closer to the mountains. A quiet whirlwind in slow motion is the only way I can describe it. “What are you doing?” I asked when the force took me. He answered, “Do not be afraid, for you have been given a spirit not of fear but of power and love and self-control”.
Suddenly I was dropped, but landed softly and closer to my neck of the woods where my family and I reside. I asked, shaking uncontrollably, “are you?” The force said to me “Jeremiah 29:11-14” and then the force was replaced with serenity. I’m now in an atmosphere similar to when a baby wakes up from a nap and can not communicate the dream they just had to their caregivers. A childlike trance.
Nobody’s going to believe this when I walk into our camp was my thought. But I was mistaken. My mom noticed immediately upon seeing me that there had been an encounter of some sorts between me and something or someone. She was walking around with her bible, reading some things that my siblings and I and friends of ours had written where she scolded us for not writing God’s name with a capital G. She asked “what’s wrong dear” I told her that I needed to pray, NOW!!! I screamed. I’m shaking; she said “here, let me pray with you and for you.” She continued “before we pray let me read a scripture.” I agreed, and she opened her bible and read this: 11 For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. 12 Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. 13 You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. 14 I will be found by you,” declares the LORD, “and will bring you back from captivity.[a] I will gather you from all the nations and places where I have banished you,” declares the LORD, “and will bring you back to the place from which I carried you into exile.” Jeremiah 29: 11-14.
I pass out. I mean I am out for the count. T.B.C.
The Minimalist Part Four
I’m walking on a floor, that is clear, I can see straight through it. Underneath my feet is the chaos that I barely escaped from at the foothills of the mountains. I feel as if I can reach right through this see through floor and pick a person up, no problem. I look at my hands and even they look see through. I turn around, slowly, and there it is again. This presence is right there again, still dressed like me! Oh no, Oh no, Oh no, Oh no, not again, this is happening again! “What is it? What do you want from me?” I asked the presence. It responds as its rocking back and forth with me, “What do you want from me?” I look puzzled. I ask “why did you bring me here” it responds, “why did you bring me here?” O.K., now not only am I frightened to the tenth power, but I am in a place that seems unreal, and everything feels like a breath of fresh air. “So you’re the Holy”--- the force moves briskly away from me as if to interrupt my thought process. I force myself to sit up and I ask “what’s going here?” It responds “look beneath you, you tell me what’s going on”. As I look below I see lots and lots of people on the ground bleeding. I see shattered glass, fire, and overturned vehicles of all kinds. I see people violently destroying property, worse acts of vandalism I’ve ever seen. Civil disorder is what I see.
The atmosphere changes, the force whispers “I am aware of the gap between my perfection and you all’s sinful ways” I never asked any one of you to try and fix it, I know that you can’t”. It whispers “what do I want from you? I want you to respond to Me in faith. Why did I bring you here? You brought me here first, you called me, remember? you said Oh My God, Holy Spirit help me. My people perish from a lack of knowledge. They don’t know how to run to the rock that is greater than they are. Even you as you lie here, you don’t fully understand how much I love you all, yet you all destroy each other; you fight off wisdom, knowledge understanding and love as if they were plagues, and for what? for temporal pleasures, and earthly goods. I give you all gifts and talents, but do you all use your God-given abilities to the fullest? You are a minimalist, you taught your family, yet you taught no one else how to live a minimal lifestyle. The very foundation of humanity is being threatened at this very minute; thus the darkness that is taking place in the sky, and it’s all because the gifts, spiritual and physical that were given, have been wasted and thrown away. Nobody cared to share so that all could prosper.
I stammer “I, I, I”
“I what?” the force asked?
I wake up. T.B.C.
Friday, January 13, 2012
New Episodes of Viga Tales-Second Season
By Shawn Hawes
I put on my most engaging smile. “Hello, Officer. Is everything ok?” The officer, a young white man around my age, leans down in the window. He looks me in the eye and tells me, “I know who you are.” My heart skips a beat. Well, Lord, if this is your will then I ask that you strengthen me, I pray. My smile doesn’t slip. “Really, you know who I am? What exactly does that mean for me, Officer?” He sidles closer to the car, “License and registration, please, ma’am.” I’m confused. Why isn’t he sounding the alarm? I reach into the dash for the required papers and hand them over to him. He takes them and takes a quick look around. He then takes out his pad and scribbles on it. Am I getting a ticket? What is going on? He tears the paper off the pad and hands it and my paperwork back to me. As I reach to take it, he grabs my hand. “‘Lead me, O Lord, in thy righteousness because of mine enemies; make thy way straight before my face.’“ What? Did he just quote the bible to me? Psalms 5:8, if I’m not mistaken, a Psalm of protection. He backs away from the car and waves for me to drive on. I toss everything back into the dash and do as he says. As I am taxiing out into the traffic, I look back in my review mirror for a glimpse of the mysterious cop. He is no longer there. In his place is a gruff looking cop. Where’d the other cop go, the scripture quoting one? I forget about trying to find my place in traffic on the interstate. I turn around to look behind me. I don’t see anyone who fits his description. I turn back around. What just happened? My mind is racing as I finally merged into traffic. Did I just have an encounter with an angel? I mean, how else can I explain a man, a cop no less, vanishing in thin air?
I’ve been driving for five hours on 85 and I was tired. I had tried to connect with Vigalantee again with no luck. Maybe he has turned his phone off. Lord, I hoped so. I had prayed for him for most of the drive that he and his family were safe. Where am I? I had gone into the driver’s trance that usually comes when driving for long periods of time. I look for signs. Greensboro. I think I will stop here to sleep for the night. Then tomorrow I will start making my way to Missouri. I didn’t want to go immediately to Vigalantee just in case I wasn’t careful enough with my plans. I would hate to lead them straight to him and put a wrench into whatever resistance he may already have in play. So, I’m taking the roundabout route. It will take me a few days to get there this way but I have a few stops I need to make on the way anyway.
I get off on the exit and follow the signs to a Motel 6. I park in a dark corner of the parking lot where I will be able to see the entire area without being noticed. I pop the trunk before I get out. From the trunk I take a pillow, blanket and cooler and put them into the backseat of the car. I go back to the trunk and take out tissue. I look around, the parking lot is deserted. Everyone is inside their rooms for the night. I close the trunk and go further behind the car to do my business. I’d been holding that for some time. I didn’t want to stop to use the bathroom or even stay in a motel, even paying cash. People sometimes remember the most innocuous of details. I finish up, grab my toilet paper and get in the backseat of the car. I set up my pillow and blanket. I had thought about eating but I’m just too tired. I put the cooler in the front seat and set the alarm on the car. Spock had rigged something special up for me. The alarm worked like an early warning system, it would let me know if someone got too close to the car. And, that would give me enough time to get out there before they realized that I even knew they were there.
I settle in and before long I can barely keep my eyes open, my body begins to feel heavy…..I’m in a house. It has high, vaulted ceilings in the living area, making it seem even bigger than it actually was. The entire room was white; the walls, the carpet, and the furniture. There was absolutely no color excluding the brilliant gold from the rays of the sun pouring in through the windows. There were so many windows, I could see the particles dancing in the light. One of the windows was open and a slight breeze was making the white, chintz curtains slightly billow out with each gentle gust. (Breathe in, breathe out) I turn and notice there is a hallway behind me. As I walk down the hallway, I notice there are lots of doors on both sides. I try a door. It opens to my childhood room. I see myself reading The Bible Stories book my mom had gotten me so long ago. I still remember holding that golden book with its title written in crimson red in my hands. I would read that book from cover to cover many times over the years. I close the door and open another. In this room, I’m a little older, maybe two years more, and I had just woken up from a nightmare. I remember that dream. I was in a black void and an invisible box was closing around my head. With every new panel added, it was harder and harder to breathe. Finally, I began to call on Jesus. When I could no longer speak his name, I began to think it with everything within me until I finally awakened with Jesus’ name on my lips. I close the door. As I open and close more doors that showed different moments of my life, I began to understand that I was seeing my spiritual development. Even as a child I had a thirst for Christ. And even as a child I knew to call on Jesus when I was weak. Finally, I reached the end of the hallway, the last door. I open it. A blinding white light greets me. The light feels warm and comforting, yet I hesitate…something about this light doesn’t feel quite right…to be continued
I’ve been driving for five hours on 85 and I was tired. I had tried to connect with Vigalantee again with no luck. Maybe he has turned his phone off. Lord, I hoped so. I had prayed for him for most of the drive that he and his family were safe. Where am I? I had gone into the driver’s trance that usually comes when driving for long periods of time. I look for signs. Greensboro. I think I will stop here to sleep for the night. Then tomorrow I will start making my way to Missouri. I didn’t want to go immediately to Vigalantee just in case I wasn’t careful enough with my plans. I would hate to lead them straight to him and put a wrench into whatever resistance he may already have in play. So, I’m taking the roundabout route. It will take me a few days to get there this way but I have a few stops I need to make on the way anyway.
I get off on the exit and follow the signs to a Motel 6. I park in a dark corner of the parking lot where I will be able to see the entire area without being noticed. I pop the trunk before I get out. From the trunk I take a pillow, blanket and cooler and put them into the backseat of the car. I go back to the trunk and take out tissue. I look around, the parking lot is deserted. Everyone is inside their rooms for the night. I close the trunk and go further behind the car to do my business. I’d been holding that for some time. I didn’t want to stop to use the bathroom or even stay in a motel, even paying cash. People sometimes remember the most innocuous of details. I finish up, grab my toilet paper and get in the backseat of the car. I set up my pillow and blanket. I had thought about eating but I’m just too tired. I put the cooler in the front seat and set the alarm on the car. Spock had rigged something special up for me. The alarm worked like an early warning system, it would let me know if someone got too close to the car. And, that would give me enough time to get out there before they realized that I even knew they were there.
I settle in and before long I can barely keep my eyes open, my body begins to feel heavy…..I’m in a house. It has high, vaulted ceilings in the living area, making it seem even bigger than it actually was. The entire room was white; the walls, the carpet, and the furniture. There was absolutely no color excluding the brilliant gold from the rays of the sun pouring in through the windows. There were so many windows, I could see the particles dancing in the light. One of the windows was open and a slight breeze was making the white, chintz curtains slightly billow out with each gentle gust. (Breathe in, breathe out) I turn and notice there is a hallway behind me. As I walk down the hallway, I notice there are lots of doors on both sides. I try a door. It opens to my childhood room. I see myself reading The Bible Stories book my mom had gotten me so long ago. I still remember holding that golden book with its title written in crimson red in my hands. I would read that book from cover to cover many times over the years. I close the door and open another. In this room, I’m a little older, maybe two years more, and I had just woken up from a nightmare. I remember that dream. I was in a black void and an invisible box was closing around my head. With every new panel added, it was harder and harder to breathe. Finally, I began to call on Jesus. When I could no longer speak his name, I began to think it with everything within me until I finally awakened with Jesus’ name on my lips. I close the door. As I open and close more doors that showed different moments of my life, I began to understand that I was seeing my spiritual development. Even as a child I had a thirst for Christ. And even as a child I knew to call on Jesus when I was weak. Finally, I reached the end of the hallway, the last door. I open it. A blinding white light greets me. The light feels warm and comforting, yet I hesitate…something about this light doesn’t feel quite right…to be continued
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
New Episodes of Viga-Tales-Second Season
By Shawn Hawes
BOOM!!!! The force from the explosion sends me flying. Hm, that was bigger than I anticipated. Oh, well. I send my hands out to catch my fall. It’s a bit bumpy but I manage to keep control of my fall the way I was taught. I lie there for a minute to catch my breath. It won’t be long before they realize I wasn’t in the house. I stand up; looking around to get my bearings. I head towards Kendrick Middle. I have a car parked in an abandoned house in the subdivision across the street from the school. It’s as unassuming as you can get, a 1995 Honda Accord, black. It will blend in nicely. I walk across the school’s parking lot. No one is paying me any attention. I’m dressed in khakis and a yellow polo shirt, the school’s uniform. My hair is pulled back with a yellow headband. I have my bag on both shoulders, just one of the kids. I stand with the other kids who have spilled out of the school because of the explosion I caused. I slowly move through the crowd until I am behind everyone. No one looks back. No one questions me.
I turn and walk towards the subdivision. I look both ways before I cross the street. Police cars and emergency vehicles race towards the fire. No one pays attention to the little girl trying to get home. I get to the car. I take off my bag and toss it into the passenger seat. I get in and reach under the seat for the bag stashed underneath. In it is my satellite phone, fake I.D’s and passports, credit cards (in the fake names, of course), cash and a .45 with extra ammunition. Hey, I was a girl scout, always be prepared! I turn on the phone and scroll through the contacts. I need to call Vigalantee. Vigalantee, Roger Suggs. We grew up in the same small town, Washington, Georgia. The funny thing is I don’t think that we really ever talked or hung out together, but a few years ago we became friends on Facebook. I liked his posts and how proactive he was about getting the black community to come together as a unit. His intelligence, vivacity and overall determination to get the message out into the world, fascinated me. So, I read everything he wrote, listened to his music, visited his blog, and followed his links. And, from there I began my own research and investigations, but mainly with prophecies from the bible in the book of Daniel. Interesting and scary stuff. I needed to tell Vigalantee the things I had discovered. I could never seem to find the time before, thinking I had a little more time. Now, look at what’s happened.
I find the number and push send. The phone rings once and goes to voicemail. I leave a message telling him I will call him back in an hour. Hopefully he will answer. I crank up the car and pull out of the driveway. I had parked the car facing the road. I hadn’t wanted anyone subconsciously remembering license plate numbers. My goal is to get on I-85N. No one is looking for me yet. I think I can make it. I turn on the radio and all the chatter is about the bill and the civil unrest that has broken out all over the nation. People are rioting and staging protests. President Obama has been moved to Camp David and is supposed to give a national address later this evening. I wonder what he will say. How will he explain his reasoning for signing this bill? Was this why he was re-elected? I don’t want to think negative thoughts about my president. There has to be some type of explanation.
I turn onto Tara Boulevard. Everything is looking good. As I drive on, I pass my church, Restoration of Life. I’m going to miss it. Apostle Kelley and his wife are truly of God. They also warned us of these impending times. They kept telling us that it was past time for us to do Kingdom work. He preached a series on the coming Kingdom a few weeks ago, telling us that we needed to be prepared for what was to come. He said we need to be like the five bridesmaid who had their oil instead of the five who waited until the last minute to get theirs. I hope people paid attention.
I’m almost to the exit for I-75N. Traffic is slowing down. What’s happening? I crane my neck to try to look ahead, police cars. They are blocking the exit and are only letting one car pass at a time onto the interstate. Are they looking for me? I look around. There is no way I can move out of this line. I’m trapped! Think, think! Ok, I can’t just get out and make a run for it, which is what I really want to do, that will only draw attention to me. I have to stay in the car and keep moving forward. I look in the mirror at myself. I snatch the head band off my head and shake my hair out. I open the dash and take out some lip gloss that I tossed in at the last minute (you never know, right?) I put it on and check myself in the mirror again. That’s a little better; I don’t look like a kid anymore. I’m getting closer to the check point. I think about the gun, should I have it out, just in case? No. I need to pray. I start praying to the Lord out loud as I move forward again in the line, only five cars ahead of me now. “Lord, protect me; cover me in the blood of the Lamb.” I pray this over and over as I move closer and closer to the check point. Finally, it’s my turn. I say one last thing to my Lord. “Your will be done. I accept your will, Lord.” I press the button to roll down my window as the officer approaches the car…..to be continued
New Episodes of Viga-Tales-Second Season
Second Season
This Episode was written by Shawn Hawes.
There’s nothing but chaos all around. Everyone is in an uproar. The bill has been signed. The average person had no idea this bill even existed. Martial law has been declared and they are going after Christians. Those who paid attention, those who listened, they knew of its existence almost from the beginning. They tried to tell the masses, but they were discounted as religious zealots or as paranoid conspiracy theorists or both. I paid attention. I read all the books, I followed all the links posted by the supposed “whack jobs”. But, mainly, I looked to the Word. The signs were all there, the unusual weather, the wars that are breaking out all over the world, the breakdown of the family structure… I shake my head. It was all there for everyone to see, if they were looking. I push back from the computer, my last post for Facebook, my last attempt at getting people to pay attention.
I walk into the kitchen and go to the cabinet. I take out the aluminum foil and begin to unravel the roll. As I do, I go over my plans. I had already convinced my mom that bad things were about to happen. We both did a lot of studying and praying during our time of preparation. We went into a lot of debt, but what does it matter now, right? I smirk as I begin to manipulate the foil into a huge silver ball. We bought some land in a remote area in the Ozark Mountains under an assumed name. I then contacted one of my “special” friends, who goes by the name Spock, to build one for us. He had built one for himself and had given me a tour. I was impressed. We would be totally under the radar, undetectable. It was a technological marvel. We would have access to the internet and even had satellite cell phones that would be untraceable. It also was as homey as a bunker underground could get. I didn’t want the kids to more overwhelmed than they had to be, so, I tried to keep things as normal as possible.
I had had a quickening in my spirit about two weeks ago telling me that I needed to move my family to the safe house. When I called my mom to tell her to get ready she said that they were all ready to go, she’d had the same sense of urgency. So, I drove my mother, sister, brother and all the kids up to the mountains. I didn’t tell her that I couldn’t stay until the last moment. I didn’t want to argue more than I had to. In the end, she understood, God had a plan and I had to follow it.
I sigh and toss the foil into the microwave. I grab my bag that is waiting on the floor. They would be looking for me. I had been up to a lot over the past two weeks. I punch in the numbers on the microwave; three minutes ought to do it. As I walk by the stove, I turn the knob to turn on the gas. I don’t look back as I exit the back of the house and head for the trees behind my house. I knew that after posting that status on Facebook they would be showing up really soon. I need to find Roger, A.K.A. Vigilante. I have to get to Kentucky. We need to...I hear the sirens now, they're close. I begin to run. Those three minutes should be up soon….to be continued.
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
More Viga Truth
If you really want to have an impact on others or yourself, let your actions be louder than your intentions. Too many times we talk about change and wish for change, yet we remain the same. Break the cycle of "fools gold mentality"with action that will cause a successful reaction!
Viga-Truth
Monday, January 9, 2012
- Here’s how it all started:
Part I
The wind was blowing hard and the house was shaking hard. While CNN was showing the anger of the people in the world, a lot of uproar and chaos for damn sure, I'm cool; even though this big ole house gives this Vigalantee the creeps (the lights are on). I'm a man, I got this. I turn on my computer and started to check the temperature of the people; and just like clockwork, people are posting stuff like, “its 2012 and ain't nothing happening” (damn just 2 days in) but the mocking is starting.
There's something about us that craves drama. But anyway speaking of drama I'm noticing the venom in America about Obama’s re election. Change in America. You gotta love it. Local news, I see the ignorance just won't stop. Let's switch to ESPN, damn Penn State and Syracuse is so disturbing. Back to Facebook. I'm telling you people have lost their minds (negro ain't you posting on Facebook) my point exactly! T.b.c.
Part II
I can't help but wonder when will our bluff will be called. I hate even talking about it, but you can't ignore the weather pattern, the tension, the rise of the N.w.o, and the falling of the church, and don't forget the black community; we are divided as ever, but nobody cares about that civil rights talk. This is a new generation and they don't care about that bull! “Let a negro live, miss me with that martin Luther king talk fam!” God knows I wish I could but I can't and I won't, even though my efforts seems to be falling on deaf ears.
It goes to prove a movement can't work without people. If only we knew our power. But anyway the lights begins to flicker and I hear that tornado horn sound off and the TV begins to do that “this is not a test did I hear that right? The internet is going nuts with people posting and saying the end is near, and china and Russia has declared war on America. Meanwhile California just had a earth quake to end all earthquakes; Obama is moved to a safe place. Man is this for real? As I look outside. I see people looking up in The sky, something is flying over Kansas city and it got everybody’s attention, so I get in my car and people are driving like mad going where? I notice the church parking lots are starting to get packed; people are on the side walk holding hands in prayer; and as usual just like clockwork, people are looting. Stop the presses! I don't know what's more disturbing (1) people all of sudden running to church or (2) people looting during chaos. Why am I so calm? ,I better check on my kids, and family cause I think I got work to do. Damn! T.b.c
Part III
Well my kids are OK for now, but what the hell can I do but pray? People are really scared and I'm too damn calm for this situation. All my life I've talked about being the hero, yeah right I got back to the house and my cell is blowing up like the bombs that are sounding off on CNN. It has begun World War III but with a new twist. Something is in the air, no I'm not talking figure of speech, something is in the air. People are trying to figure it out. Meanwhile what about Cali? the body count is up to 400,000 within 2hours. The unthinkable is happening and money and fame don't mean ish!
I'm still not answering the cell as I hear a knock on my door, I grab my gun and knife (if though I can do something about it) and open the door and when I did this figure of a person made me almost have a heart attack (no it wasn't Jesus) I wanted to pull the trigger but I couldn't move my hand (what the hell) as I stood froze I'm saying to myself “out of all the houses it could have came to, it pick mine, “ Damn! (everybody hates Chris) t.b.c
The next thing I know it was talking to me, and it ask me why do I love this world so much. and as it ask me that I was saying to myself I'm about to do all numbers in my pants, but I answered back and said “because deep down we are afraid, and this society is set up for us to lie and not show how we really feel” Yo this thing had the nerve to laugh at least that's what it sounded like. I'm still in shock wondering if this thing is about to take me out. Right then and there it said “look at the mess mankind has made to this dying world” “the human race is just like the dinosaurs, y’all reckless and all y'all do is consume and destroy and you never preserve anything but ignorance and greed. But you grab our attention a long time ago, because you never give up on people even when you should, what has being positive given you? But yet you continue anyway, oh by no means are u perfect (oh hell no)” OK,OK I get yo point but you don't have to add the oh hell no Mr. it (something about when u get diss you don't care who it is you will respond)
That's when my boldness begin to come back, I asked “is this some type of test from God?” It said “your people don't really believe in God, your people fear death and by default hope there is a God, even the atheist, but just to let you know I am a watcher and all I do is record mankind’s downfall, and it is like a broken record. Tthe same fate of the dinosaur is here, but even as I tell you this, I sense you believe you can escape and save the world right? What kind of fool thinks like you? first off you’re broke and nobody really heed your warnings, but yet you try, plus you are in Kansas City and why would a hero live in Kansas city and have no power or support be a threat?” In my mind here this thing go again clowning! You know something I'm scared as hell right now, because it hit me; this is not a dream! T.b.c
This is heavy finally our worst fears are realized and its crazy because something about the human spirit that makes you think it will never happen. Because when comes down to it, life is worth living. As I face the watcher with tears in my eyes I said to him, “if we can bond together in love, we can change the outcome, besides I believe in God, the son and the holy spirit, I believe in redemption. The watcher interrupted me and said “look around! you humans never learn until it is to late. So many signs and yet mankind ignores them to the point that mankind think they are God. Humans actually think because they can create and talk that they are the most important beings. In reality you are the weakest because of the info you know but can't stop. Like death and aging, you are so vulnerable that its comical how you treat other species, especially how you treat each other”. ,I said “but why should we pay for the greedy leaders and the rich people who enslave us with lies and deception?” then the watcher said “you outnumber the oppressor, but you are too fearful to over throw them, so you co-opt and you become them too, by doing the same thing to people who are less than you.
I said “I need to call my kids and make sure they are safe”. The watcher looks at me and said they are OK for now, but I must tell you this la laleyenda; you must figure out your purpose. I will leave you alone and let you try to figure out the impossible since you think that you are someone who is called.
By the way I must tell you this; every human thinks they are the one. Then my phone started to ring, and he said “answer it” and I did. I said “hello” I'm telling you he disappeared and I drop the phone, as the police and national guard began to move people out. I’ll be damn! Martial law in the end days? What the hell is that in the air? I pick the phone up and it was dead with no signal, I couldn't help but think about what the watcher said. We are so damn vulnerable! T.b.c
You would think that us being so vulnerable would humble us, Look at how easy we can be wiped out! choking on a bone, car crash, heart attack, drowning, etc None of these events humble us until it happens and then only for a instant. Then we are back to being arrogant.
Damn I must make the call and see, OK my kids are at a shelter, ok I must get to them but not under this martial law bull, I better hurry up and shut the door,(knock knock) OMG! I remember when my friends use to tell me I'm being silly about getting a bunker; of course I did and that's where I'm going and nobody knows about it except for the crew from Vegas who made it 10 yrs ago, so I'm good. They kick In and search the place and then they tagged it. Now the whole city is sectioned off as the war, and I guess invasion continues
(what hell was that in the sky)
Primitive moves is what I'm making since the internet is down. So I gather up my weapons (hell no I'm not some Rambo who can kick butt like the movie, hell I have a torn ACL) but I do know how to shoot. I know God is real, so I pray to him with all my heart and ask why, why want you reveal yourself to these evil people? I was being real because this whole event has been crazy and I'm having things appear and disappear got me feeling like Scooby Doo instead of will smith. This is real, so I get my radio and my scanner so I can hear what's going on.
They. have a gag order and all lines are down for national security reasons (yeah right) something wicked this way come, then all of sudden the spirit hits me and I started speaking in tongues again, and the last time it happen was when I was in danger 20 years ago. This is scary because we claim we want to hear from God, but when he comes direct we are afraid. Just like seeing a ghost, so be careful for what you ask for. My heart became clear as I got the secret message from a close friend and it said the rise of the antichrist is a reality. The resistance has begun........damn, man I don't know what to do or who to trust, you see we pray and say we are blessed and highly favored but when the evil hits the fan, then what? What do you do and how long do you do it? T.b.c
I guess that don't matter, I'm in this and I must get to my kids. OK the lines are secure and I must reach Melanie Rachel, her slick butt heeded my warning back in 2010, and had a bunker too. That makes me chuckle, cause she use to think I was out of my mind. You know strong black women ain't crazy, but I can tell in her voice she's scared. So I tell her to hold tight, I'm coming, as I begin to pray I ask the God to let the holy spirit guide me. I mean really guide me, as the tears flowed down. I pleaded with God and I needed proof (now who am I to be asking that when others are asking that too) But I did ask that
You see I needed proof and the devil revealed himself by this madness, and I scream “why can't you show me a sign? why do you always have to be a mystery? ,why can't you flex and show them that you are a mighty God? Why? why?” Then the whole house rattled like a earth quake (boy don't you ever question God)
I looked outside and that UFO type thing was shooting at a fighter jet, is this real? I'm pacing back and forth like martin saying "man damn" OK I must gather myself cause I need to find my kids, and I must get to the checkpoint, then over my scanner I hear a voice and it said is “anyone out there?” I said “yes” with vigor, he said his name was Robert and he is apart of the new resistance and they have a nationwide network, you know me “how in the hell you have a nationwide network this fast?” He said “calm down, how in the hell do you have a scanner and the communication system you have? ,what you think you are the only one?” I paused. “ok you made your point. How do we do this?” He said “what's your location?” I said off of 68st” (even though I'm on 77th) “there's a school over there and in the back of it you will see a white building. If you can get to it.” “Stay put and we will find you”, then he said “what's your address” I made up one I said “6820 state Ave” He said “OK be at the white building in a hour, over and out”
I hit up Melanie and said “stay put. I'm on the way” Wait a minute. Look at these troops lining up and that UFO looking thing is gone. There goes that loud horn again. The city looks like a ghost town; so I grab my weapon (knowing I can't shoot). I try the computer again (man they got us addicted to Facebook, cause that's the first thing I'm trying to check lol)
You know what it’s on and I see all kinds of post about an hour ago, look at what Shawn Hawes wrote; she said “people are losing their minds and fighting the police. Kendra said her family was going to a shelter. You know Georgia is my state, I got family there, then I checked my inbox and I got a message from Tina and she said “Sheena, Bri, Erin and the kids are in the bunker (what y'all thought, they know how I am) Ron hit me up to let me know they are going to a shelter, ok Sheleanda said she had got the a.n.i.m.a.l CD (smile) focus! Man I'm telling you Facebook is a trip! my dumb butt act like I don't have a war going on.
So I hit CNN up and the headline said the United States is at war with Russia and China, but it will have to wait because of this new discovery; Obama will be speaking and all the shelters will be viewing it and he will be addressing California. Then I hear a loud knock on the door (not the watcher) nope it was the police and the troops calling my damn name out (everybody hates Chris)
T.B.C.
Part VIII
Damn did Robert tell my location? or did my computer get traced? As they give me my final warning (off to the bunker I go) my camera is up and I'm watching them kick it in. Too bad chumps, I'm not there. It will take them a week to figure it out. These arrogant misguided people are trashing the place and its making me mad. Alright I got to figure this out. How did they find out and is this a set up? it couldn't be Robert, because I gave him the wrong address, so I must make it to the school to meet the resistance.
Well I have everything packed, and ready to go. As I grab a picture of my kids, reality sets in again, as tears flow down. I can't believe this is really going down. I saw this coming; the weather pattern was odd, greed was at a all time high, along with people’s arrogance. I had rap music out speaking about these times (a.n.I.m.a.l 2, a second is a lifetime, miracle) but I was hoping to be ready or our people would change.
I thought one verse could save mankind, but nobody paid attention. Where's lil Wyane at now? jay z money don't mean nothing now. Where's rick Ross now? the thugs are in a shelter or prison, freedom fighters are respected now, but back then (yesterday) we couldn't get a like on facebook when I’d post important info. But we will gossip and watch love and hiphop, but we would never chase it down with something to counter that bull. We became reality tv addicts, but this is real reality and the trapped was set and it caught us off guard.
The church is to blame too. They were more concern with bigger buildings, and tax breaks, that's why I respected the small church cause they carried the community on their backs. I'm having a nervous breakdown because we shouldn't be going through this. We had a million chances to repent. We ignore history, we threw the elders in the old folks home, we kept building idles and ignored mother nature, and kept building and killing our natural resources.
God have mercy on us! ok they are trying to figure out where I'm at. I owe that company in Vegas my life for this bunker, alright enough of reflecting I'm in the now, so let me lock up. Just then a blinding light drop me to my knees. I feel I'm about to do all the numbers again. You guessed it, the watcher showed up! T.b.c
Part IX
Even though the watcher appeared before, I'm still scared because who just pops up out of nowhere like a ghost? This is unreal. As I try to gather myself, the watcher said “there is something you need to know, and I need you to understand everything you wrote about is taking place” ,and I said “what?” “All the dreams and all the visions were signs!”
Wow! Of course I was thinking to myself (he could be gasing me up). he said “oh really!” I said “oh really what?” He said “I know you may doubt what I'm saying, but if I wanted to harm you you are wide open right now!” “Well” I said with boldness “you right, so what do I do?” He said “look behind you”. I looked and all I saw was this bible. So I stuffed it in my back pack. I got to get out of here and get to that building. So I locked up and I'm on the move. There are police rolling and patrolling every block. The one thing I love about Kansas City, Kansas is it has a Washington Georgia feel to it. A lot of back wood homemade roads and paths to get to your destination without taking main roads. And I'm taking them. Then he said “oh really!” I said “oh really what?” He said “I know you may doubt what I'm saying, but if I wanted to harm you, you are wide open right now!” “Well” I said with boldness “you right, so what do I do?” He said “look behind you”. I looked and all I saw was this bible.
I turned towards the watcher and kaboom! The watcher disappeared! That made me mad cause this is not the time to be playing! ,I'm scared and confused. So I pick up the bible and I had to admit, I didn't think this would do any good now cause of all the madness that is going down. But it hit me or the spirit hit me. I need this the most cause I still believe, but I haven't been really walking in faith, even though I've been praying and pleading with God about this whole ordeal.
So I stuffed it in my back pack. I got to get out of here and get to that building. So I locked up and I'm on the move. There are police rolling and patrolling every block. The one thing I love about Kansas City, Kansas is it has a Washington Georgia feel to it. A lot of back wood homemade roads and paths to get to your destination without taking main roads. And I'm taking them. As I slide to the back of this big rich house I see a family being taking by the police to a shelter and I shake my head. Its hard to believe this is America. Not in my wildest dreams, well that's not true, I did but not this soon. I'm shocked. Where the thugs at? ,I bet they folded like a tent. Then I felt a gun to the back of my head, and I said “ain't this bout a (boy you saved) what the hell?” t.b.cs I slide to the back of this big rich house I see a family being taking by the police to a shelter and I shake my head. Its hard to believe this is America. Not in my wildest dreams, well that's not true, I did but not this soon. I'm shocked. Where the thugs at? ,I bet they folded like a tent. Then I felt a gun to the back of my head, and I said “ain't this bout a (boy you saved) what the hell?” t.b.c
he said “oh really!” I said “oh really what?” He said “I know you may doubt what I'm saying, but if I wanted to harm you you are wide open right now!” “Well” I said with boldness “you right, so what do I do?” He said “look behind you”. I looked and all I saw was this bible.
I turned towards the watcher and kaboom! The watcher disappeared! That made me mad cause this is not the time to be playing! ,I'm scared and confused. So I pick up the bible and I had to admit, I didn't think this would do any good now cause of all the madness that is going down. But it hit me or the spirit hit me. I need this the most cause I still believe, but I haven't been really walking in faith, even though I've been praying and pleading with God about this whole ordeal.
So I stuffed it in my back pack. I got to get out of here and get to that building. So I locked up and I'm on the move. There are police rolling and patrolling every block. The one thing I love about Kansas City, Kansas is it has a Washington Georgia feel to it. A lot of back wood homemade roads and paths to get to your destination without taking main roads. And I'm taking them. As I slide to the back of this big rich house I see a family being taking by the police to a shelter and I shake my head. Its hard to believe this is America. Not in my wildest dreams, well that's not true, I did but not this soon. I'm shocked. Where the thugs at? ,I bet they folded like a tent. Then I felt a gun to the back of my head, and I said “ain't this bout a (boy you saved) what the hell?” t.b.c.
Part X
A freakin gun to my head! So I said “what's the deal?” he said, “Vig” I said yep, so he un-cocked the gun and said “boy you almost got blasted”, I turn around and said “Chauncey Clyde?” and he was looking like a ninja (I chuckled inside cause this bro is always on one) I guess through all the debates we had at the barbershop he paid attention after all since his be that boy whose cd went number one on the charts ironically knocking mine to number two (boy quit playing). Breathing a sigh of relief, I said “where's your family?” and he said “they were in a shelter and he was sworn in as an officer. So he said “come with me and they will make you an officer” I looked at him and said no way. There was silence, then he said “look Vig, you were being set up and they had your location locked in, I didn't know it was you when I creeped up on you, but bro you got to let me bring you back, and then you can be safe because they are shooting the resistance on sight.” I said “look Clyde you already know”. So Clyde shook his head and handed me his walkie talkie yo bro you are on line now, but I got to go, so don't go to that school fam, and he was off. I said to myself damn I was slipping what if that wasn't Clyde?
Lord have mercy and come to think about it, that's what it was (you see we don't recognize God blessings everyday) now I got to re-group. How did they find my location? Robert couldn't have set me up, it had to be when I was on the internet (we put so much trust in the internet, we put pictures, personal info, our thoughts and our ignorance on there and our desires. We never think about who own that info and the real profile they have on you. That was a long thought but so true. Man we really fell for this system and we misused it. This system should have unified us, but it divided us and separated us from natural reality, to the point we became zombies or should I say human robots.
So I made my way back to the bunker stunned and confused and now fear is setting in and I'm starting to think about my kids. So I shake it off, and grab my bible and started reading Revelations. Maybe I missed something. I don't know, I can't figure this out. Lord help me, as I scream out loud Then all of a sudden I thought OMG what did Obama tell the people? and I said to myself how can you shut a whole country down (impossible) then I said this has happen before and I thought about 9/11 terrorist strike and the country was shut down and this is worse, where's the watcher now? One thing I know and I'm not afraid to say is that sometimes in our human flesh we feel like we are alone and it dos look like evil has all the big guns and it seems like good has to struggle. Where's Pastor Dee Suggs at when I need her! I'm getting tired and sleepy. If I can take just a power nap, then I can re-group. I closed my eyes and......................t.b.c.
Part XI
Dream sequence............... maybe this is reality right here. I see Oprah talking about a new church and a new belief and Jesus was here; just show us how to live. She said man created God, but if that is true then who is man? Why does money make people forget, or does it give you power to think it is the reason why you are successful? I see Joel Osteen, TD Jakes, and Creflo Dollar making millions and my question is this, are they helping millions? I see the rappers becoming puppets and speaking destruction instead of life. I see the gangs and drug dealers, but how did the drugs get here and who's behind that? The democrats versus republicans; Rush, and Bill O'reily movement black on black crime, terrorist making threats everyday, people fighting over oil, billionaires stealing from the poor, unemployment is at all-time high, the church and the youth movement is at all-time low. Hell-o-vision (tv) is pushing every type of movement that's antichrist. People are caught in a system that moves so fast, you don't have time to meditate and see the truth
Time is spinning out of control along with the world. There is hate all around the world; murder and genocide, the weather is off balance, but yet people ignore it. This is a nightmare. People are being brainwashed. There is talk of secret beings on earth. WOW there goes Halle Berry. Dreams are funny that way (don't judge me I'm dreaming.. lol) All this can't help but end bad before good comes. Why can't people just unite? Why wait for a major disaster to happen before we are forced to acknowledge JESUS AND RESPECT GOD!
Look at Roger Jr. slam dunking that ball. Jazmine is getting married (getting married??) Gionni driving cars for NASCAR, look at my gold cd and grammy award. And my book (love, lust, deceit, defeat) is on the best sellers list. Ron Suggs Jr. is in the NBA. How much money can Gucci’s family make? (Gucci is big Ron).
Someone is chasing me! OMG I got to get away. I'm surrounded and they are closing in on me. As I run faster and faster, something tells me to jump and I do. Right when the monster tries to grab me, kaboom! I wake up. Wow that was crazy. As I check myself to see if I'm awake, and I am, I get up and say “thank you lord” That was close that thang almost got me. I was sweating like crazy, then all of a sudden my leg was bleeding and I looked in shock because something had scratch me and it wasn't Halle Berry?............t.b.c.
Part XII
Dang this hurt like a craz. I treat the cut, my heart is beating fast. This has been a day for the ages. I've heard about contact through dreams, but to have it happen to me is weird. I need you lord, help me I'm scared and I'm missing my kids and family. I'm getting weak. Maybe if I turn myself in then I can be with my loved ones. I wonder what Obama said in that news conference. I'm out gunned and sooner or later they will find me. I got to get to Steve Spartan’s house; he's the professor that was talking about the fall and how students need to be prepared and unite, but of course nobody thought it would come this fast. I know he's safe and I know where he's at, but can I get to Bonner Springs?
Man my leg is burning. Why is this my fate? why is this happening now? ok let me meditate on the word and recall it and rely on the word. I can't let doubt set in. Its’ hard to concentrate, so I pull my IPod out and Commission’s I am here was playing and it calms me down. Then right after that, someday we will all be free by Donny Hathaway. moved me and I started to let the tears flow. Just thinking about California and my peeps in Georgia. This is so mind bending. The world as we know it is ending and how can we adjust to this?
Everybody likes a butterfly but how many people are ready to become one? Change is scary especially when its forced. What's that noise? Oh its’ the walkie talkie Clyde gave me. The troops are talking about catching some unruly people and the haters even mention me as a leader of this resistance. Ain't that bout a (boy you saved)!
I wish! I need to meet other people and we need to bond together to make a stand. It’s funny how this hi tech society has forgotten about the old fashion way that has been around longer than any computer (allegedly). My spirit is uplifted and from this day forth (I'm beating my chest) I will fight for my family, fight for my freedom and I will praise you lord and I will let your spirit guide me. You are the only God and I will not let satan win; I'm lock and loaded and ready to roll. All of a sudden I hear the troops on the walkie talkie say we found his location, and they are ready to arrest me???? (everybody hates Chris) t.b.c
Sunday, January 8, 2012
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