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With everything that had been happening, I found it hard to fall asleep. My body was exhausted but my mind ran amuck. I tried several techniques in hopes of getting some shuteye, but nothing seemed to help. I grew restless contemplating what the future had in store and revisited some of the recent encounters.
After a few hours of this, I accepted that I was not going to be getting my much-needed rest. At one point couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, as if someone or something was in my room. Sitting up in bed, I scanned the room to see a guy standing at the foot of my bed. The man wore a black suit with silver pin stripes and a silver tie. He had grey, slicked-back hair that gave him a politician-like look. He was an attractive, professional looking guy, but aura-less to me. I nervously wondered if I was hallucinating or dreaming.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" I asked. He smiled, revealing porcelain teeth as white as Winter's snow. He had a distinct face with an unassuming demeanor. Standing with perfect posture at the foot of my bed, his arms crossed, he began to approach me while clearing his throat.
"Fisher, you don't know me but I know you very well. My name is Tribulation. Please forgive me for this intrusion but I have an . . . interesting proposition for you." He grinned deviously.
"Okay, I'm all ears," I answered, on edge.
"Fisher," as he took a seat at the foot of my bed,
"I know you want a lot out of life. Correct me if I am wrong, but I believe you to be a rather intelligent individual and should have a choice in the matter, which is why I am here. I know you have been approached by a couple of ladies who call themselves Light Workers." I nodded in agreement.
"Well, I think you should have the opportunity to choose which side you want to be on. I personally don't feel that they have explained everything to you correctly," he suggested with a grin. I provided my undivided attention as he stood and spoke aloud in a different language. Beginning to approach, he raised his hand and gently placed it flat on the top of my head. I felt a sudden heat and my eyelids became heavy as I struggled to keep my eyes open. Experiencing the feeling of being paralyzed, I started to visualize things, events, and places. It was as if I was visiting memories, but they were not mine. I saw things that I believed to be of the future. I saw all nations undivided with a universal government. There was a universal currency and a universal leader. I saw a leader in what seemed to be a press conference, speaking to a congregation of nations. It seemed that everyone loved this guy whole-heartedly, and I assumed that he had done great things to earn the respect and position he had been given. Then again, there is always an agenda.
As the scene faded, I saw an older version of myself living in an extravagant Colonial house. The house was breathtaking, and might I add, sick. It was much like a southern plantation: a massive front yard, beautifully manicured with flowers abundant. The house itself was huge. It was white, with six large marble columns at the front entrance. Inside, the house was equally exquisite. Upon entering, it had a beautiful crystal chandelier with a large staircase and ivory handrails. The floor was mahogany wood and the walls were covered in murals and artwork. Two large statues were in the foyer, one of Alexander the Great and the other of Napoleon. Each had been hand-carved from solid blocks of marble. The house had Cathedral ceilings so high one would have to strain their neck to see to the top. I had servants and fancy dogs. The list of sumptuous things is too long to list. I then noticed a woman sitting at a vanity in the master bedroom on the fourth floor. I examined the mysterious beauty with a caramel complexion and soft honey eyes as she brushed her hair, which fell perfectly into place with each stroke. Captivated, I heard her call out my name as she seductively stood from her seat. She wore a silk robe perfectly draped. I was unable to overlook her beauty, the outline of her frame, her manicured hands, and her bronze complexion in the light. With an angelic stride, she moistened her lips with her tongue and smiled radiantly. She was spellbinding. Butterflies fluttered rapidly in my stomach as she descended from the top of the stairs. As she drew near her aroma flooded my chemical senses, which I found sophisticated and pleasing. Now stopping in front of me, she slowly raised her arms and wrapped them gently around my neck. She simultaneously wrapped her leg around my waist and fell backwards, releasing a flirtatious laugh. Feeling a bit uncomfortable, I examined her more thoroughly as she slowly stood and placed the palms of her hands against my face. Butterfly effect, I felt a rush of energy swimming through my veins. I turned to look at Tribulation who was now standing at my side expressing a look of delight, or was it a look of destruction, deceit? I then felt a spinning sensation as I took a step back, becoming dizzy. Closing my eyes, I opened them seconds later and was somewhere else.
I was at a battlefield. At first the battlefield looked as if it was millions of ants. But upon further inspection, I realized that they were not ants but millions of people and as far one could see, in every direction. I saw two clear, distinct sides preparing for battle. Knowing without knowing, I knew one side was the Light Workers, the other Dark Siders. I saw huge beasts on each side resembling dinosaurs, although much different than we know them to be. They were armed from head to toe and each of the massive beasts had one or two riders in a carriage, holding reigns to guide them.
Some of weaponry I saw was much different than weapons you or I would imagine seeing. Although, I did see a few traditional weapons: blades, pikes, arrows, and guns. As I continued observation I realized that each side had animals. The Light Workers had animals running around freely, while the Dark Siders caged, taunted, starved, and beat their animals. The sun was not present in the sky and the clouds possessed an ominous red tint. I heard battle horns blaze as the roar of the soldiers echoed in my mind, commencing the battle. It was an intense moment as blood began to fly and cries for mercy rang. I witnessed Dark Siders rip off limbs of Light Workers; I heard agonizing screams as Dark Siders devoured flesh. I saw Light Workers do things that would defy our basic understanding of certain principles placed on our three dimensional world. I saw creatures inhabit the sky much like the one I had seen at my place on both sides. Other creatures, alien in nature, terrorized from the sky above. Some shot steady flames from their mouths, others electric pulses. I witnessed sorcerers cast spells and Light Workers jump high in the air above, shining light below. The light was extremely bright and when it came in contact with Dark Siders it would instantly incinerate them.
Feeling a spinning sensation, the picture began to fade. Becoming dizzy, I closed my eyes, and seconds later opened them to find myself at my apartment with Tribulation standing over me. Smiling ear to ear, with a mischievous look inhabiting his face,
"What was all that?" I asked disquiet,
"It's the future, whether you choose to embrace it or not. Of course it's not exact because there are variables that can't be accounted for, due to the human nature of choice," he said grinning. Bear witness to his mood change, becoming angry. His face turned dark and cold.
"Fisher, you are what we gamblers call a wild card. You see, you hold more power than you realize. Can't you see? They need you, you don't need them. I admire that about you humans. I know that you are a well-rounded and intelligent young man. I am not here to flatter you or to lead you into making an irrational decision. I sympathize for you and understand everything you could have potentially. Do you not question what you're being told? Damnation . . . really? Fisher, the future is what it is and will be. These are the words you should consider. You may just choose a path that has ran its race. I'm sorry if I come across as aggressive, but I don't like to sugarcoat things. I will tell you upfront what is and what will be. With that being said, I want you to know that I can protect you from the dark beings, if you decide you want that." A brief pause developed.
"I will, however, need your commitment," he said with an enchanting grin.
"Fisher, you would be like me,"
beginning to raise his voice, expressing enthusiasm while lifting his hands into the air,
"A person of authority who is able to manipulate and manifest, a person who is able to control the Dark beings," he said as he winked.
"You saw the life you could have and the things I can give you. You will be somebody. I can give you a life beyond your wildest dreams. You will have powers beyond the exterior of your world. All you have to do is commit to our ways. I will give you everything your heart desires. Forget about all this dimension nonsense, forget about this life, the only dimension you should worry about is the eternal dimension!"
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Voice:
"Death is absolute; the final awakening."
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