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SpikyAube ago

Wow that is amazing. I happened to be watching a documentary about sacred geometry earlier and how all creation comes from these basic shapes etc, and the image that looks like a target and the one that matches the floor in the Israeli supreme court were both in the documentary as each being a stage in a progression of creation and revealed knowledge. I think that's what it was about.

How crazy that you stumbled across that, only to find a reason for that glimpse of another world months later! How come you came across it, was the station meant to be closed and someone forgot to close it, or were the trains not running at that time, which made them think they were safe? Sorry lots of questions!

ByTheBook ago

When the train line was built the TTC closed earlier. I had halfway wondered if it was timed to open as per the stopwatch projection. That's just conjecture though.

A whole lot of coincidences stacked up in my life such that it proved to me the existence of God. I won't bother you with the details. Much of that which was revealed to me came immediately after prayer.

There's more to find here that I'm not sharing as I'm hoping for someone else to spot it's relevance. It'd make me feel a touch less loony.

SpikyAube ago

I'd love to be bothered with the details of your stack of coincidences if you feel like sharing them!

ByTheBook ago

(Second of two)

So I get curious and start looking this stuff up. (I really shouldn't have done this stoned.) I read the emails linked with the weird phrases, and see the now infamous Moloch email, and then see one reference to Abrimovic with the 666 in her user name. I look up the Spirit Cooking video. I get freaked. I decide to look up churches in my area, only to discover there are plenty and they form a near pentagram around my nearest intersection.

Jesus Christ, I need you!

So I run to the only copy of the bible I have handy, which is The Message translated by Eugene Peterson. My dad wrote an inscription in it that tells me how readable it is and to just open it to any page and start reading. So this I do. AND IT'S LIKE I'M READING THE WORDS OF AN IMMORTAL TIME TRAVELLER WHO KNEW EXACTLY WHAT TO SAY 2K YEARS AGO TO REACH ME NOW! I put it down and think a bit more, and pick it up AND I'M CONTINUING TO HEAR THE WORDS OF JESUS SAYING THINGS THAT I NEED TO HEAR LIKE HE CAN READ MY THOUGHTS! So I put it down again and read other things at random and the same pattern keeps happening, but much more strongly with the bible.

Now that may have been just a factor of being stoned, but seeing my old pizza place mentioned in context with 666 and then finding the occult shape the churches in my neighborhood make seriously freaks me out. I invite Jesus into my heart in an emotionally drained, and sobbing moment. Feeling as though the world is about to end. Feeling absolute desperation. And it feels like my heart gets pierced. And then I break into a cold sweat and feel as though there is a HUGE spiritual battle raging inside me. Eventually I'm able to sleep.

The next day or two later, I am new to the faith. I decide to ask God for a sign. I know I'm not supposed to, but I do anyway. I ask this just before walking my dog. We go out and my dog ends up killing a squirrel. Well, very nearly. It's close to death, obviously in pain. After dithering for too long, I let my dog kill the poor creature. Then I pray about it, feeling guilty and very confused. That night, I'm smoking a joint again and letting my dog lead the way. My dog gets the scent of something, and begins leading me on a route I don't normally follow. Eventually we pause just outside a window. At one moment, my dog looks up suddenly. I look up suddenly too. And there, perfectly framed in a stranger's window is a mosaic of Jesus, perfectly lit, with Jesus touching his heart. At that moment, I feel a huge swell of emotion. I think to myself, "C'mon, be a man, don't cry." I stare at it for a moment making sure it's for real and not a trick of the light or a hallucination. I study the individual tiles. I half-way think about approaching and introducing myself to whoever owns the mosaic, but chicken out and go home to ball my eyes out like a man.

The next day I walk back to the same spot hoping to contact my neighbor in Christ. The window is drawn. There's a concrete slab with a squirrel under it that my dog was probably keen on chasing. Nevertheless, considering at this point my conception of Jesus is that of an Immortal Time-Traveller arranging a perfect moment for me across a vast gulf of time, I take that as the answer to my prayer.

The next day, after reading up on the nascent pizzagate movement and the Freemasons, and the Illuminati, and all that jazz, I pray again to God, this time to find these child molesting moral deviants. Again my dog takes me to some very interesting places. One of which is a church that made up one of the points of the pentagram. Not thinking about this at the time, and still a new born Christian, I decide to pray at this church. I sit down outside the doors and pray. Upon looking up, I see that this church is named after St. Gregory the Illuminator. Illuminator, Illuminati... MIND BLOWN!

So I then discover that these churches have landmarks that are near as I can tell exactly 666 yards a part and form a trapezoid. At the time I was more concerned with pentagrams and the 5th point proved vexing. I did manage to find faces of Baal at the location where the 5th point should be. These churches surround Bayview station incidentally. Also after praying do I find that Swirlie I posted in the main post. (Remember I said I used to draw Swirlies as a way of hiding 666? Another mind-blow moment.)

So now I'm a full blown Christian getting answers to prayers in fighting evil and it's the strangest and most terrifying and exciting experience. I hardly feel as though I'm doing enough. I feel like more is expected of me. I hate that so many children and other people are completely taken advantage of by the Predator Class. I read the Bible and hear Jesus talking to the same evil serpent we're facing today. I'd like to be braver. I've prayed for courage. My family suspects I'm crazy, talking about Satanic churches et all. Well seeing that those in power worshiped Satan and it was working for them, at least in the material sense (until it seems God appointed Trump to intervene), I decided that the opposite just HAD to be true. So now I believe it. I believe Jesus is the Son of God, and he was killed and then raised and beat death in doing so. Now we seem to be in the midst of Revelation and SO FEW PEOPLE seem to know. My local church is milquetoast, but it's better than nothing. I pray a lot. My faith is being forged on some red hot truths I wouldn't have thought twice about six months ago.

So that's my story. I think I have some of the chronology mixed up. I'm far less stoned than I used to be. I've given up pornography. I'm having trouble with in-person talking-about-Jesus in most cases, but I guess that comes with time and effort. I thank God for everything. Everything! He is truly worthy of praise! God save as many as you can and let evil not prevail!

SpikyAube ago

Wow again, that's an amazing story! I have been feeling strange lately too, I think lots of people have. It's so strange, what's happening and how it now seems ridiculous that we ever just got on with life as though it was all boring and ordinary, do you know what I mean? That we ever would have doubted that anything could happen or be true, given how mysterious and insane the very fact there is an is, is. Hehe, I'm wrapping my brain in knots here. Thanks for sharing your story with me :-)

ByTheBook ago

You're welcome!

I'm glad I could share. It's all very weird stuff.

I know what you mean. Ordinary is anything but anymore. Knowing this stuff goes on in my back yard is hard to wrap my head around. I can't exactly shout it from the rafters. My neighbors are oblivious.

And the sheer volume of Christian hatred I am now aware exists in the world is sobering.

I think I'm going to have a warm drink myself.