The final chapters of my life have not been written out. so no one here or anywhere knows how my life will end. Because no one here is God. When I died, I saw what humans call, by so many different names, God. And no one here is God.
That being said. No one knows whether I might fall tomorrow, next week, next month or in a few years. And if such a fall will snap my upper fusion.
That being said, by the like term, no one really knows how much damage the earth has sustained. To the point I have illustrated in my previous article “Ignored Voices”.
So, again, if I’m wrong. Nothing happens. But if I, and others like me, are right. Then humanity is facing the toughest time to survive in human history.
If the world chooses to plan on the account that only some things will happen. Or nothing will happen. That will be the world’s choice. Just as it is my choice to prepare for what I sense, from what I have studied, is happening. And what will take place.
How people plan for what may be coming, is up to them. Not me. Just like planning for myself what is coming is up to me. Not anyone else.
And while I may have some in the world who might feel a loss when the final chapters of my life are written out. I, in all likelihood, will have one with me, when the last line is written out. Pretty much the same as when I was born. Which gives my life a certain degree of synchronicity. And I’m fine with that.
I am not afraid of “dying”. I’ve already done that. It’s the leaving I have a problem with. The last look. Not being in, or part of, the world anymore. Which is why, deluded or not, I always have reservations about my birthday. Sometimes there have been lots of people around with me, when my birthday comes. Other times, like now, there has been no one around. As my birthday comes in 4 days, 12/30/2015.
And because I have been programmed to never expect to reach my next birthday. I am always, generally surprised when I do.
So think anything you want from what I write, and have written. But I shall leave you with this.
If a little boy sticks his finger into a dyke to prevent a flood. And people are walking by that little boy calling him stupid for putting his finger into the dyke to prevent the flood.
Who’s stupid?
Is the little boy stupid for putting his finger into the dyke to prevent the flood?
Or.
Are the people walking by the little boy for putting his finger in the dyke to prevent a flood, stupid?
And then, consider this. If the flood then does happen. Truly who is stupid then?
So it matters nothing to me as to whether others see what I see. Or understands what I write. I am sufficiently honored that some do. And greatly honored that my darling wife Aileen did.
Beyond that. The future is up to each one of us. As mine is up to me.
For those who honor me with their understanding and compassionate kindness. I shall be eternally grateful.
For those who think it’s better to discount me, or attempt to bully me. Or think of me as stupid. I ask you to please remember the little boy with his finger in the dyke.
For in reality. That is all I have really been. Or ever shall be.
My heart and prayers go out to all who suffer. Regardless of what from or how you are suffering.
My heart goes out to you, your families and friends. I send my love and prayers to you, every day. And hold you closely in my heart always.
Love and godspeed,
Mickey