I did it! My “wings” are ready, I can use them! I’m out of the cocoon. I can fly and on top of that, I can time-travel (sort of)! The future me is really me! God was really me the whole time. The more I identified with him, the more aware I became! I have two bodies! A physical body and a non-physical body. The physical body is subjected to time, but the non-physical body is not. My consciousness is free!
Here’s another cool thing I discovered: In the non-physical reality, I am with my group! I am not alone. I am never alone. All the members of the group are one. It’s not like on earth, where everyone is separate and trying to belong. When you leave your physical body and enter the next dimension, you automatically merge with your group! All the members of the group are perfectly compatible with each other and almost identical. Your identity changes dramatically.
Last year he kept repeating the same phrase to me. Every day, each time he would appear, the first thing he would say was: “I am your man, the real you, identify with me.” I didn’t know what he meant. I get it now! He was giving me my real identity, trying to make me aware of it. What else could he say? What else could he do? It was up to me to grasp it!
This is what the phrase means when people say: “You can be who you choose to be.” They’re not talking about becoming the next President of the United-States, because everyone knows that only one in a billion can aspire to that. But you can certainly choose to be something much better, like a time-travelling flying celestial man who has real wisdom, love and power! Because this is our true destiny. We are children of the Almighty Creator of Realities, not offsprings of Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton.
Holy crap!… So what’s happening to me is real! My whole life has to be redefined now. My whole life has to be redefined. Redefined or rewritten. Maybe that’s what I have to do. What? Rewrite my whole life?
You have never written your life entirely. What are you waiting for?
Maybe I was waiting for this moment. Maybe I was waiting for my life to be over. Because that’s when you can give it meaning, once it’s finished. Then only can you look back and say: “Oh, I see, that’s what it was all about.” But my life is not over. This is just a turning point, a big one, when the caterpillar/butterfly realizes that he can fly and time-travel. But something has died definitely within me: my old identity.
Now I’m just sitting here going “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god…” After my first awkward flight out of my physical body. I am dumbfounded, eyes wide open, holding on to a branch, trying to catch my breath, thinking: “I’m in heaven right now, where I always wanted to be. All I had to do was consciously disidentify from my physical person and consciously identify with my celestial one. Maybe I’m dead already? But I’m not. Can it get any weirder?”
What should I do? What should I write? How can I help my brothers and sisters? I’m not an expert flyer.
“Don’t be ashamed of your story, it can inspire others.”
But what is my new identity exactly? What am I now? An angel? A flying time-travelling man? A cosmic alien? A god or perhaps a demi-god? What’s the name for it? What is it called? Have we agreed on giving it a title and a definition? Caterpillars transform into butterflies, but what do humans transform into? When you realize that you have two bodies that can detach from one another and then merge back together, what do you call it? Schizophrenia?
I’m conscious of what I can do now. I became conscious of it yesterday. Oh my god, yesterday was September 12! This was predicted four years ago. I wrote it in my journal, that September 12 would be a special day. That was in 2012 and I expected something to happen on that day, that year, but nothing happened. The year was never specified, just the day and the month. I don’t even know why I wrote that. It was a mystery at the time. I just got that sudden impression and wrote it down, and I don’t even remember what it was based on.
I became conscious yesterday that I could get out of my physical body. Today I’m even more fully conscious of it. Before that, I only intellectually believed that it was possible. I didn’t realize that I was doing it already. Time was an issue. It was something I thought would become possible in the future. Something to aspire to. Now the future has arrived. I can’t believe it because I always thought that it would happen after death. And my physical body is not dead yet. Mind you, I was also told that in the last days, people would be lifted up to heaven without dying (the Rapture). Well, ladies and gentlemen, it’s happening!
I can’t believe that I told my family already, six months ago! This is exactly what I told them concerning the rapture. Of course they all thought I was crazy and my older sister told me that I was possessed (more of less) and everyone agreed. So if I told them it’s because I knew. I guess there are degrees to awareness. Since I told them back then, it means that I was aware of it already, but awareness keeps growing. It looks like I’m always becoming more aware of my true identity. And at some points you stop and exclaim: “Oh my fucking god, this is awesome and this is real!”
It’s only going to get more real, because physical stuff disintegrates. We all know that the earth is slowly dying and so is the sun. Non-physical reality is awakening humans and integrating us. This is the process of evolution that humans are drawn into. We need to get off this planet before it expires. We won’t succeed by building rockets and space shuttles. We just have to look into our dormant inner faculties and powers. Doomed are those who resist or refuse to accept this natural metamorphosis that is happening right now.
Why aren’t we told these things? Why don’t they teach us this in public school? It’s important. I’m not the first one to notice it. This phenomenon has been known for centuries, perhaps millennia. I know that religion does try to teach it, but it fails most of the time. I think 99% of those who teach it don’t have a clue what they’re talking about. Maybe this is something you can only learn the hard way: alone, by trial and error, struggling with your own body and consciousness.
Am I dreaming? What if I wake up tomorrow and realize that it was just a dream or imaginary? Should I publish this blogpost now or wait? I can always unpublish it if one day I realize that what I have written was an illusion. I don’t want to publish bullshit, there is enough of that in this world already.
I haven’t published anything this month yet. Maybe it’s time I restart writing publicly. My perspective has changed (again). This is a new beginning. Every day is a new beginning.
Conclusion: Take the good stuff you learned yesterday, leave the crap behind, and start fresh every morning. One day (perhaps this very day) you will be able to break free.