(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!

(First of two)

Okay, but as I don't want to identify myself too much I'm going to abridge things a bit. Nevertheless it's a long story.

When I was much younger, I was bored in church one day and so began reading the book of Revelation in the Bible, because that's where all the action is obviously. Anyway I read in Revelation 13:18 the part about the number of the beast being 666 and it being a very intelligent man who discovers what that means, (paraphrased to a younger me's understanding.) Being often complimented on my brightness, I prayed to God that I would be the one to discover what it means. Let me tell you something, be very careful what you pray for. I was young and proud. Pride is still a tough fault for me to deal with.

Anyway, so I began obsessing over the number 666. In class I would draw swirlies, thinking that it looks like a six spiraling in on itself. One time, I was asked to call in the order for pizza to the local pizza joint and the number had 666 in it. I remember thinking, "Could a pizza place be the antichrist? Nah, that's silly." That pizza place was then called Pizza Boli's. It later renamed to Besta Pizza. I remember my mom telling me of the name change and saying, "It means beast in Italian or something, why would they name it that?" She doesn't remember saying that. Yes, I was living in the DC tri-state area at the time. (I ate Besta Pizza many, many times. They do have really good bread for their crusts. Now it really creeps me out though.)

Years later, I move out of the area when the aura of fear got too much. (The best antidote ended up being not watching the news anymore.) Now living in Canuckistan, I was getting depressed and lonely for various reasons. I decide I want a dog. A dog of a particular breed. This particular breed, unfortunately, is one I'd likely be allergic to and would require a lot of upkeep I wasn't ready to give. Anyway, two-ish years later, I go to a friends a few towns over for a party. In the middle of the street is a beautiful dog, and I gasp as soon as I see it saying, "That's the kind of dog I'd like to have." Of course, it's the same breed I wanted before, and this one is a stray besides. My friend tells me about the sketchy breeding operation likely going on in his neighborhood. I'm not really paying much mind, just thinking about the dog.

Then, some weeks later, I decide I really need a dog to combat loneliness. I may have said, "God, I need a dog." Not sure of my phrasing or whether I said "God" or not, but I definitely said it aloud. Decision firm, I'm looking up dogs I think I can get on the internet. That weekend, I get a call from that same friend who says, "Hey, do you want a dog? You've got about an hour to decide." Well, my recent resolution in mind I take the offer. That afternoon, the day before Easter, I get my dog. My friend named the dog something that doesn't sound quite right for a dog's name. (No offense to him.) So I rename it. I rename it by just switching some of the letters in the given name around to something easier to say and fitting for the dog. Then I look up what the name means online. Turns out that name means, "God's gift." Huh. That's interesting. So of course I think nothing of it. I'm a lapsed Christian at this point, so it just goes under the "That's Weird" category in my mental filing cabinet.

At this point in time I'm hardly Christian, certainly doubting Christianity but not really ready to say anything to spite it as any time I come close my heart hurts. I still think it's beautiful as a story, so I beging mentally concocting a sci-fi story wherein future people take it upon themselves to save people in the past by reading their brainwaves at the moment of death and scanning for Jesus thoughts and downloading them to the future. Time-travel stories in general with god-like technological influence abound in my little self-created story lands.

Also at this point in my life I was smoking loads of reefer. My brain was steeped in it. I began having very strange ultra-vivid dream type things in my stonedest moments. Dreams like the following:

I'm walking back an forth in my apartment. There's a green Sims like crystal above my head. I see other people in other rooms in my building also have these crystals. Then the whole sky turns white, the crystals bloom into great big consious bodies of green gem energy and then the building around me evaporate into nothing.

and

I get this strange sensation that something big is happening. I look on my phone and it is alight with 666 AntiChrist messages. Everything I look at points to the antichrist. Then I send a message and the world ends shortly thereafter.

I was afraid to send a text or an email to anyone for a good 12 to 24 hours after that one.

Anyway my anxiety in general is blooming. I feel a persistent sense of impending doom. Just as easily as it comes, it goes. Mostly I spend my time with my dog and redditing.

THEN one fateful day I'm perusing reddit for far too long and I get bored and decide to flip over to R/ALL , just to see what's up. Lo and behold that just so happened to be the time r/The_Donald had it's voting algorithm spezzed to the top of ALL. Hey, these memes are funny. I'm not really politically active at this point, so I just start reading and getting my eyes peeled as to just why The Don is as popular as he is. I'm laughing it up, thinking all this stuff is great! And then the Pizzagate emails drop. I see the video clip of CNN or whatever saying, "don't look at the emails" and then a meme with, "The emails can't be that bad... ...aaaaand they're satanists!"