America’s Second Civil War Is Coming
I never thought I would publicly disclose the things I’m about to share with you, but in light of recent events, I feel I must do so.
Before I do, I want to prevent any possibility of misunderstanding me. I am not a religious person. I am not even a spiritual person. There’s nothing wrong with being either of these things. If you find comfort in them, I’m not someone who’d seek to take that from you. I mention this because I don’t understand the mechanics of this phenomenon, but I don’t ascribe to it any religious or spiritual meaning.
So, that said, here’s some personal truth about myself I’ve only revealed to a handful of people in my life: many of my dreams come true. I mean this most literally. Many of the people and events that have transpired throughout my life, I first met in a dream years prior. It has happened so many times that I’ve been forced to acknowledge that there’s something there. Something I can’t rationally explain.
So let me try to explain a little further what this experience is like for me. First off, I don’t believe I’m some kind of Nostradamus. It doesn’t work that way with me. I don’t see the future, but I can broadly glimpse my own. There’s a personal element attached to it. And there’s nothing spectacular about this. They’re just dreams, something we all experience. Most of the time, I don’t even remember them.
But then something happens. Out of nowhere, I’ll suddenly find myself in a situation that is *identical* to a dream I had. It’s surreal. This experience is always accompanied by two things: a very strong sense of déjà vu and the activation of a memory sequence in my head. It’s hard to describe this. In essence I watch the event play out in my head at the same time I’m actually experiencing it in real life.
These events can be years apart. I’ve lived in about five or six different states and dozens of homes. I’ve dreamt about all of them! It’s the same with people, conversations. There’s just no logical way for me to dismiss it as coincidence, especially in cases where I’ve never been to these places or met those people. It’s for this reason, and this reason alone, I give it any credence at all.
As I said, I don’t understand it. I doubt I ever will. And I wholeheartedly understand if you’re skeptical of what I’m telling you now. But with that said, when I was a spiritual person, it was a pleasant experience for me. I used to think of them like mile markers, a sign that I hadn’t strayed from my life path. They were comforting to me. Now they fill me with dread. There’s something I haven’t shared.
Throughout my earliest memories there has been one recurring theme to many of my dreams, and that’s war. Remember, it’s always personal. So these dreams are always through my own eyes: hiding to avoid detection from a group of militiamen (for lack of a better word), leaving the safety of a certain place because there’s someone I care about that was left behind and I must find them. (To this day, I don’t know who that person is.)
Over the years, I’ve pieced it together. From what I’ve been able to gather, it starts with a civil war here, or perhaps extreme civil disorder. I don’t know what the catalyst is, but I’ve always had some guesses. From there, it eventually consumes the entire world, and we have World War Three.
My Twitter account is a place where I try to uplift others, where I give hope and comfort. I’m so sorry. I know this will scare some of you. Imagine what it has been like for me to live with this knowledge. I’ve done my fair share of researching “prepping” and so forth.
And I want to note that this isn’t a foregone conclusion. For one thing, maybe they are just dreams. I always concede this possibility. Second, I believe in free will. My dreams would seem to contradict the very notion of this idea. I cannot rationally explain this. All I know is there’s something there. I wish you could live in my shoes and experience it for yourself. It’s a surreal experience!
I’ve had a lot of time to contemplate this, as anyone would in my shoes. There’s a few things I want to note and I’ll wrap this up. When I was a spiritual person, I believed in a concept that thought manifested reality, and that there was a global counterpart to this. The basic premise is that the more people who believe in something, the more likely they will manifest it. There’s probably even some scientific credence to that.
And what struck me the most, where this idea and my dreams intersected, was the Book of Revelations. I believe it is being self-manifested. Hell, after what I’ve seen with the election of Donald Trump, it may even be a conscious act. Please don’t think me crazy for sharing this. I’m really not. I know how it sounds and sharing it was incredibly difficult for me to do.
It’s not something I think about often. It’s not something I experience often, especially in recent years. I developed a panic disorder. As a way of controlling that condition, I take clonazepam every day. It’s a sedative that works on the nervous system. It had one big side effect on me: I no longer seem to have access to that part of myself. And I’m okay with that.
And as I said, I have no rational explanation, and that the nervous system plays a role is curious to me. Take from this what you will. I shared this because I sense we’re close. I think we need to be mindful that such a reality can happen. I hope it never comes to pass.
My dreams mostly appear like a war between people and state: just utter chaos. I should note that one of the strongest impressions I have in those dreams is a very angry people toward its government. That being said it wasn’t entirely black and white either. I used the words civil war because that’s precisely what it looks like.