Prophetic Reports 1 - 20

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My love, I dreamt I was moving hot rocks under the sun. The works upon my back were a great burden, but they yielded little fruit. All days of the earth thereafter were always the same and nothing ever changed. My dreadful days in those dry fields then led me to cry out to the Lord. ‘Oh Lord, may I be saved once more’. And as a swirling wind, the Angel of Good Things appeared to me and carried me into the wind. 

When morning rose, she had brought me to a plaza where many a people gathered. Word spread how I had been delivered out of misfortune once more by the Angel of Good Things. In retort to her act, my presence in the plaza quickly stirred a ruckus. But before the disturbance could get out of hand, the Angel of Good Things announced that I was to receive a gift from God. And from her garments, she pulled forth a roulette wheel which had been painted with all red spaces. ‘Oh how wonderful and good,’ she smiled, ‘how he has been saved.’ 

Many a people then shouted, ‘Why is he to receive this gift when we have much less?’ The suspicious ones proposed reasons why I didn’t deserve it and condemn me for the reasons why I did. They ordered the angel, ‘We shall decide what becomes of this gift and who shall receive it. For we have not been given deliverance like he.’ And the Angel of Good Things spoke, ‘Even above God?’ Sides were then taken between the believers and the unbelievers. The unbelievers pointed their fingers at the Angel of Good Things and said, ‘Why is the wheel always in his favor?’ And with her hand, she spun the roulette wheel. And the Angel of Good Things declared, ‘For those whom seek deliverance, it shall be given like this roulette. Can you not see? Can you not understand? No matter how you spin it, it shall always land on red.’

In the year 1999, the world had diverged far from the graces of God. The plague that had first affected our cows had somehow mutated and worsened. It leaped to all other livestock and spread throughout the entire world. We were then forced to eradicate them all into near extinction. The world thereafter fell into a deep famine and depression. Many years passed and our world developed much different to yours. Our economy was trapped in time, and in the year 2022, we were still using technology from the 90’s. 

Many battles had been fought over the remaining resources. The states had long broken up into 154 independent states. Unfortunately, most of my family and friends did not survive the first waves of damnation. But not too long after, I joined the last functional body of the former United States military, and I was stationed near Lubbock, Texas. We hoped to rebuild some form of a central government body.

One day, things changed however. It was on my promotion day, objects began appearing in the sky. There were so many of them, we had initially anticipated that these objects would somehow unite us. We should have known, us fighting each other was only a distraction for the actual evil brewing. Shortly after that, gangs of California rose up and started conquering other states. They made it all the way near the border of Texas until they met a significant resistance. While we waited for their advances, I kneeled down and prayed, ‘Oh God, take me away from this dying place.’ I prayed to be taken to a place where all these things did not come to pass.

April 15th, 2024

Alexandra was a beauty queen. She was always upbeat and kind. Yet it had been three years since I had last seen my distant friend. Then one day, on an adventurous trip to Spain, I was abruptly reunited with her in the most serendipitous way. I did not even recognize my friend when I passed her by, but she recognized me. I would like to say it was the clothes she wore, but no it was not that. I truly could not believe it was Alexandra. I looked into her eyes, and I lingered. And she shied away and laughed, “Why are you staring into my eyes?” Strange as it may seem, the eyes are the window to the soul, but when I looked into her eyes, I could not find her there. 

After a couple of days, we agreed to meet for dinner. Despite how much she appeared to have changed, I was still excited to be with her. Around a small Catalonian dinner table, everything seemed great. It was almost like how it used to be. The night was promising until I inquired into her past. I wanted to understand why she was so different than the girl I knew before. But diving into her past only led to bitter arguments. And like the swift strike of a match, she burst into flames. Somehow I unknowingly triggered a post traumatic episode of hers. I had never seen someone switch so fast before. She cursed, insulted, and threw her plate. I wish I could say that it was anger, but it was not anger; it was total wrath. Something so dark had happened to her during those missing years since I had last seen her. She could not talk about it. She refused. She’d hear nothing I had to say. She was upset and set in her mood. When you take away anything good, pure hatred is all that remains. And she meant to be cruel and vicious. She only brought me there to crucify me in front of everyone. I nearly lost my heart from the things she had done unto me.

I walked down those lonely Spanish streets afterwards. I wondered how someone could change so much. And that night I dreamt I was on a great battlefield. The bloodshed carried on for days. But every time I was supposed to die, I didn’t. Jesus protected me. And on the fifteenth day, the Lord appeared before me and wept. He confessed that it would have been better if I had just died on the battlefield. For because I had lived, I lived long enough that I nearly lost my heart from the things I had seen and witnessed. And a light shined on me then, and it was spoken to me: “A man must not lose his heart.” And a dark storm emerged and surrounded us. There was so much death and bodies in the mud. The dark army readied up to challenge us. And across from me, in the distance, was Alexandra standing beside the demon of malice. But it was not Alexandra. A demon had taken hold of her, and it had been wearing her eyes. The prideful demon loved to take eyes of its victims. The demon had no need for the rest of her body now. It only needed the eyes. But in midst of the darkness, a bright light pierced through the storm. Jesus was on a white horse riding down, and behind Him was an army of angels. And we all shouted out, “We are saved!” As Jesus rode past me, He drew forth his sword and sliced my belly open. But when I looked down, there was no blood or pain. Water poured out of my flesh like a flood. And everyone came around to witness what Jesus had done. And they all cheered, “He has turned his blood into water and made it clean again. It is a miracle!” As for Alexandra, she lost her heart.

1961

Elizabeth was my second caretaker. We lived somewhere in the woods for some time. She was the one who primarily raised me when I was little. Oddly we were never given the chance to actually speak to each other. My throat was injured when I was born and it would take a long, long time before I could ever speak. She was the one to teach me sign language. That was the medium in which we would speak, along with her other candid expressions of disapproval from time to time. Anytime I was in the wild, I always knew she was around because of the crows. She loved feeding them and they always followed her around. Crows were the sign of her presence. And depending on the day, they were a sign I was in trouble.

It was always just me and her in our place in the woods. She taught me how to survive and how to blend into my environment. Sometimes it isn’t enough, because some people can never mix and mingle. In truth, some people were always outsiders. But one day she got sick and she could barely move. She was stuck in bed for a long time. After that, then it was me taking care of her. One of the last things she told me in sign language was, “It’s not your fault.” I hate when people say stuff like that. Usually when someone says ‘it’s not your fault’, it usually is. Yet, one day in the fall, I went to get water from the well, and when I came back she had died.

March 30, 2019

Tonight I dreamt I was walking alone in the woods and I stumbled upon a garden. I was mindful of the bees, as I brushed in. There must have been many roses; I could smell them on the tip of my nose. And in the center of the garden was a beautiful pond, which was where I came to rest.

While I was laying down under the sunshine, a crow then swopped down and landed on my right hand. The crow quickly began building a nest, and I watched as it piled sticks and twigs on my hand. I didn’t want to move, that I might scare it away. 

When it finished, it sat plump in the nest. And then the crow flew away. But when I peeked to see what was in the nest, I was surprised by a gift left behind by the crow. The crow flew above watching over me. We were looking eye to eye. And in the nest, was the Right Eye of Horus.

October 2nd 2015

[See Log Report 4] [Part 1/3]

[Entry 1]

I have been stalked by a stray dog on my pilgrimage for about two weeks now. During my time in the Meseta of northern Spain, the stray has perpetually followed me. It stays at a distance and it never gets any closer to me. If I ever stop, the stray stops too. Other pilgrims like Mariah remark how the random stray seems to like me. But it won’t leave me alone. Whenever it vanishes, I keep thinking I have finally lost it, but then eventually the dog resurfaces. The phenomenon first started after I left Pamplona. 

[Entry 2]

One night on the Meseta, I dreamt a shadow crept through the door. Other pilgrims were too exhausted from pain to wake up. The beast was about 12 feet tall. Its monstrous face came close to mine, and with a very deep voice it said, “Let me in.” In return it promised to make me tall and powerful. But I refused. I said, “I don’t care about being tall.” The beast was angry and shouted. But I felt pity for it. So therefore, I thought perhaps I could remind it what it was like to be alive. I put my hand on its large forehead and imprinted a memory of Elizabeth into the beast’s consciousness. I forced the beast to feel what is was like to lose her. Foremost what it’s like when you can’t make someone well. And the beast began whimpering and shrunk in size. It dwindled slowly into its natural form, which was a stray dog that had been abandoned and left to rot and die. The stray had been starved to bones. It hopped onto my lap and said, “Thank you, I am ready to die now.” And it left out the door just as swiftly as it came. 

And that was the last time me or Mariah ever saw the stray.

1 February 2025

[See Log Report 5]

In Egypt, I dreamt I entered into a strange world of dragons. There were other bizarre creatures too that I cannot hope to describe. Other creatures seemed to be made of sand. I even had the chance to swim with ginormous fish the size of a house. 

In that world I came to a giant throne, and sitting upon the throne was Horus. But then I observed a much greater and taller throne above him, which was the throne of God. God’s throne was as tall as a mountain. 

Horus had the body of a dragon and the head of a falcon. And when I came to look upon him, I was mesmerized by colors of gold which shined around him. But when I looked up to his head, the spot where Horus’ left eye would be was stitched together. And it was told to me then by a voice in the clouds that his left eye had been stolen by the adversary and given to mankind. But it was not meant for mortal minds of men.

Taking the left All Seeing Eye of Horus, the adversary brought an untamed blue fire into the world. Thinking the blue flame would save them, it cursed men and drove them insane. 

A red fire burns and destroys. It turns things to ash. But blue fire expands and creates spaces, making things farther apart. It creates voids. It made the world colder and distant, and away from God.

April 15 2025

[See Log Report 5 and 7]

I dreamt I attended an extravagant wedding, which was held in a luxurious hotel. Before the evening commenced, I sat in a row of empty chairs. My friend Malachi then entered the hall. He had been named that after his great grandfather. And he was accompanied by his wife, Sarah. When he stepped closer to me, he remarked, “You are missing your belt.” I looked down, noticing I had forgotten my belt in the grand suite, and that was when I came to the unsettling realization that I had dreamt this before. This was the same recurring dream, again and again. 

Malachi uttered, “Is everything okay? You seem worried.” And I replied, “I’ve seen this before in a dream. There is going to be a tragedy at the wedding. Someone is about to die. We need to get to the suite right now.” And so he followed behind me and we hastily rode the elevator to the very top of the hotel. As we were ascending up, I asked him, “Where is your gun?” He said, “I forgot it in the truck. I didn’t think I would need it. Should I bring a gun to a wedding?” And I replied, “It’s not a wedding, it’s a ritual sacrifice.”

When we entered the grand suite, there were two large sliding doors to the main area. I pulled them agape, as if I were some magician about to reveal his most magnificent trick. But to my dismay, there was nothing unusual behind those doors. The suite was fine and empty. And Malachi said, “There’s no body here. Are you okay?” I replied, "This isn't how it happens in my dream. When I get to the room, there is already a body and a pool of blood." But that was when someone started fumbling the knob to the suite. I said to Malachi, “We need to hide.” And we did, in separate places. 

A strange man and woman entered the room after picking the lock. They both seemed to be in their late 40’s. The woman was dressed in black and she wore a black veil over her face. Over her left eye was a metallic blue and gold patch. The man was also dressed in black, and he had a beard which was dirty with soot upon his cheek. His left eye was also strange and blue. No matter, they both scoured through luggage and drawers looking for something personal. In this case, something personal meant a relic to be offered up, such as a lock of hair or a piece of clothing. 

Searching the room, they unfortunately discovered Malachi. If we only knew what they would do, we probably would have charged them together. They held knives to Malachi’s neck and abdomen, persuading him not to move. Then the dark man pulled out an old tobacco pipe. He gave it to Malachi and told him to smoke it. My friend hesitated because he did not know what he would be inhaling. The lady then tossed a lighter into his hands. Again she said, “Smoke the pipe. Yell and we will stab you.”

If only Malachi could have known, they had filled the old tobacco pipe with gunpowder. He put the pipe into his mouth and lit it. The gunpowder ignited and shot a tiny projectile into his throat. And Malachi was dead on the floor. The lady smiled, standing over his body. She proceeded to stab his corpse over and over again, so that his face would be unrecognizable.

Then I woke up. But I remembered from previous iterations how the dream ends. There was an undercover detective already attending the wedding, whom was staying on the fifth floor. He had been investigating ritual sacrifices spreading throughout the whole country. And a lead had brought him to the hotel. 

Those individuals were not the only ones. They were a part of some growing cult which blindly worshiped the Left Eye of Horus. They believed the All Seeing Eye gave them supernatural power over life. They had sold their souls and believed they possessed the wisdom and knowledge of God, but the Left Eye of Horus actually only drove them mad. If only they could have known, all knowing knowledge means nothing without the Right Eye.

In other words, no one escapes God’s justice. Now they know, you need both eyes to see.

When they were eventually discovered, the ruling bodies had no choice but to execute them all. The cult members were a prominent bunch of religious and political figures. The ones with weird left eyes were just the henchmen. But those on the list could cause an uproar and mistrust of the system. So they quietly made them disappear and plucked their eyes to dispel any superstitions. Of course that wasn’t what they told the public. They went with the usual story, which was ‘died of natural causes.’

November 11, 2020

[See Log Report 1]

Part A:

The Angel of Good Things brought me to the Hex Lodge Casino. The casino was another gathering place, where people from all over the world could gamble their lives. But they were not the beneficiaries.

The overseers were powerful folk and they did not like my presence. They were watchful and suspicious of my Red Roulette. I knew they would never let me participate. No one would like playing if they knew my Red Roulette gave me an unfair advantage. Could you imagine betting against someone whose roulette always landed on red?

There were games for those who liked to play it safe. Those people hoped to strike big one day, but honestly the odds were never in their favor. Then there were games for those who liked to risk everything. Those were the tables I wanted to play most. No matter the style, anybody could find games for their liking. What is it worth for a better future? What price would you pay?

The only problem was the overseers. So the Angel of Good Things consulted with God and when she had returned, she derived a brilliant plan to get me in the games. Her plan signified our true intention for attending the Hex Lodge Casino. Our desire was not for meaningless games, but for power to be returned to the people, for the people. 

The Hex Lodge Casino was established by governmental overseers who believed they could escape God’s justice. The entire House was built by rules, which gave them abilities to suppress and oppress the people. Rule number 1: Any member of the Hex Lodge Casino is granted an alias. This rule was problematic. It was hard to bring justice against those who have no name. They used stage names, codes, titles, ranks, and false names. And they did not play fair. The games were always rigged for the beneficiaries.

So it was decided, the Angel of Good Things created a false image that I would use to disguise myself. My false image encrypted my appearance, words, actions, personality, and true nature so that members of The Hex Lodge Casino would fail to recognize me in the flesh. I was no more than a blurry image to them. Despite my presence was odd, they did not and would not see me. I then came to be known as a Wretch, and that was how I entered the games.

October 11th 2015

[See Log Report 6]

[Part 2/3]

I keep having both soothing and haunting dreams about the stray dog. And something has become clear to me. 

You can never, ever feed wild animals on the Way of St. James. They will follow and swarm you. Worse, they might be infected. The Meseta is brutal and unforgiving. Even though no one chose to feed Basque, he pursued us relentlessly. 

But what we did not understand, by not feeding Basque, we also only fueled his wrath. Thus we created a monster.

When he appeared to me, he had a hatred for humans who continually passed him by. His neglect tortured his spirit. 

But when I showed him Elizabeth, then it became understood, this was the way of Mother Nature. She does not care when someone gets sick. She does not care to bring her back. Storms come and go on the Camino. They are brutal. The Meseta is a cold and lonely place. There is no warmth and no forgiveness. Mother Nature takes the person you love most when she wants. She creates monsters.

Instead of resentment, his spirit was freed.

October 16th 2015

Part 1: 

On the Way of St. James, I had pain in my belly. The discomfort had been intermittent ever since I first started my pilgrimage in Francia. 

One night, when I fell asleep inside a church alberque, I perceived an arrow which had been pierced into my belly. I rose up and began yanking. I tried to pull it out, but it caused me so much pain I passed out. 

Behold, a vision came to me. I then bared witness to an execution of a Choctaw Indian. His hands were tied behind his back against a tree. Two native women were on their knees, pleading for the three men not to shoot. Two of the men put their muskets down, but the third man picked up the bow of the Choctaw. The man drew one arrow and shot it through the Indian’s belly, so that he would die slowly. 

Then he broke the bow.

When the vision collasped, behold, an angel had appeared beside me in the church. She said gracefully, “Let me have this one.” And she reached in and removed the arrow. 

She asserted, “Now go back to sleep.” But I did not want to, because she was beautiful. 

She then blew bubbles out, and when they popped at my cheek, I started becoming drowsy. Each pop put me down gently. 

The last thing I remember is touching her wings.

December 2016

[Note: At the time, I did not know who John was.]

It began in a dark twisting labyrinth. Me, Valerie, and Sara had carnal lust for each other. But the more we were tempted to touch each other, the further we got lost in the labyrinth.

A man appeared to me, who told me he was John the Baptist. He said, “This is not the way.” He then held up a lantern and began walking through the dark tunnels. I said, “Wait,” leaving my things behind. And I followed him, and he led me out of that forsaken place.

When we escaped the labyrinth, John the Baptist then led me to an old marketplace where Jesus had been preaching to fellow passersby. And at that moment, a thief began shoving his way through the crowd. But when he approached Jesus, he accidentally dropped a small coin bag containing about two dozen silver coins.

The thief pounced and seized the bag. The crowd then roared, “He is a thief!” And the thief shouted back, “I deserve this! You all have had more than me.” And the people roared again, casting stones at him. 

And Jesus counseled them, “Those whom speak of righteousness are the first to justify sin and the first to cast stones.” The thief turned to leave, but a man pulled at the coin bag and the silver coins scattered upon the ground. 

Many people jumped in and began swiping to get at least one silver coin. Jesus watched them fight over the riches. And I witnessed two children step in close. Just before they were about to garner the silver, Jesus spoke into their ears, “Do not allow riches into your heart. The light will never again shine on you.” And the children heard Him and stopped themselves. Then they ran off and cried.

In the tumultuous mess, Jesus stepped forward and picked up one silver coin, and He held it in His palm to show them. All passersby paused and became silent. He walked amongst them, parading the silver coin. 

Then He clenched the silver in His hand. Out poured sand through his fingers. “Let the dust settle,” He said, “and what remains shall be the truth.” Then He opened His palm, and there was nothing. The silver coin had turned to sand. 

It was nothing more than the wind. Don’t go chasing the wind.

1932, New York City

I am a magician on a stage. I have my hat and cape. 

Everything I need for my greatest trick.

I am right where I am suppose to be. But I hesitate and everyone is staring.

The pressure is building. It's getting intense. 

Sometimes I don’t think I can do it, but I have to for her.

The skeptics begin weighing in, whispering. 

But this isn’t how the story is going to go.

Then I flip over a hat from a man in the crowd. I hold it up and out pours a river of gold.

Everyone hushes, but the gold ore keeps on and doesn’t stop.

Now I have their attention, and they start to shout and scream.

You all are surprised it's not magic, but the truth is you never really believed.

The lady of the house then steps up on stage, to show you it really is as it seems.

Now it causes a circus and they jump up to see for themselves.

There is no way this could be possible but I assure you it is.

I started a fire. Everyone wants to know how. 

But the gold keeps coming out of that silly hat. 

Now it will never ever stop. 

October 4th 2019

Today, me and Lea went for a walk in Salzburg. She wore the flower I picked for her in her hair.

As we strolled the town, she told me all her future plans. But she wasn’t worried because she had all the time in the world.

And I said, “How can you live as if you have all the time in the world?” She replied, “Because I am still young. After university I will have the whole world. I will have my career. I will travel the world. Then I will settle down.” 

I said, “You never know what the future will bring. How can you be sure?” And she said, “Oh, and you live life as if it could be your last day?” I said, “No, of course not. No one ever believes it’s their last day. But I don’t blindly believe I will have everything at some future date. Don’t you think with that mindset you might be putting things off until the future.” 

And she said, “Well then it doesn’t work out. But for now, everything is good.”

And I said, “But what if the world gets turned upside down. Everything isn’t always good.”

13 October 2025

[See Report 6 and 10]

Part 3:

[Entry 1]

The desert has made my heels bloody. Everyday I have to change the bandages. Most of the pilgrims I started with are behind me, except for Petra. I think about her all the time. But she is about a week ahead. She will definitely get to Santiago and receive her Compostela before me. 

I have a lot of time to think in the Meseta. But I also think about the stray and how bony he was.

[Entry 2]

I dreamt I was meandering through a dark landscape, never arriving at my destination. With every step I took, Santiago de Compostela seemed further away. Somewhere in those dying fields, I stumbled upon Basque’s corpse. 

I made a note of where he was, and I promised to return. And when I did, I came back to give him water and food, but I knew he wouldn’t move. 

Far in the distance, a vulture perched down. It was abnormally large for a bird, and it stared at me with those hollow eyes. The vulture was waiting for me. I knew that it was. Under the stars, its shadow was larger than a house. 

“He is dead,” a voice avowed behind me. Stepping into the moonlight, Jesus approached my side. And I replied, “I thought maybe he didn’t have to be.” And Jesus was frank, but soft. He said, “Would you deny the vulture his food?” 

Lightning struck on the horizon. Then Jesus kept walking on. And I replied, “Would you leave me for the vultures?” 

“Would the Father leave me to die?” He countered my rude remark. 

“So what does this all mean?” I asked. And He replied, “The desert is not a place for anyone to belong.” As I continued along the Way, the vulture drifted over to that dog's corpse. It began picking away at Basque and peeling dead flesh off his bones.

13 July 2010

[Incident 1/2]

An incident occurred deep in the suburbs of Ohio. A lady from Maryland contacted me in my sleep. All the way from her estate, she echoed, “Get up. He is on the loose. He has chosen a girl. He wants her tongue so that he can speak through her.” 

I rose up out of my body. I could smell a foul scent looming near, which in this case, meant the horrid creature was about 30 miles to the north.

I ushered my consciousness then to find the demon. I peeked through to see for myself, as a glimpse. I told the lady, “He is moving fast through the ground. He is under her house. He doesn’t live there though. I can see the girl. She is in a basement. She has something in her hands. It’s something demonic. He is drawn to it. It's his gateway to enter her mouth. He wants to speak for her.”

[Note: I did not live in Ohio back then, but for some summers I would go to stay with family.]

The lady from Maryland then asked me, “I can’t project that far. Go in my place. Go there and find her. Get rid of him.” I agreed. But I inquired, “How do I know which house? They all kind of look the same.” She replied, “Look for a graveyard, it’s important. It will point the way.”

[Projection]

I began walking down a lonely and dark Ohio street. To the few people walking around at night, I was no more than a breeze of wind to them. Perhaps they might have noticed the street lights blinking.

I then found the graveyard. “Okay, now point the way,” I thought to myself. 

“You need help, don’t you?” said a small voice above.

I looked up to see an angel sitting in a tree. “What do you want?” I said, “I’m busy.” Then the angel smiled and said no more. But she pointed with her finger toward the direction. I continued on about 5 blocks over, and I found the house. The house was immersed by a thick black cloud. 

As I came to the steps, a cherub disguised as a flower pot stopped me. “Go away.” I then replied, “I am going in, with or without your permission.” I entered into the house, and walked down into the basement. 

When I found the girl, she was practicing witchcraft, and inside her circle was a stone mask. It was not originally a mask, but it was part of a head that belonged to a gravestone. But the girl had been craving away at the stone head, making it like a mask. And the place where the mouth would be on the stone head, was now an open cavity.

Whatever foul thing was latched to her, it had been drawn to her ever since she took the stone head from the graveyard. And despite she was not aware of what she was doing, the demon had convinced her to carve away at the mouth of the statue head. It was part of some ritual, and she did not understand why. But she held up the stone mask in her circle. She then put her face against it as if to wear it, and she proceeded to put her tongue through the mouth of the mask, which would be offered up.

“Stop!” I said. She was spooked, and so she dropped the mask and it broke in half. Then I heard a deep growling in the corner. The dark entity exited under the house, but it pulled my legs and took me with it. 

On the other side, I was back at the graveyard. On top of a headstone was the cherub, but now it was disguised as a small bell. “I told you to go away,” it said. “Now he sees you.” And I then asked, “What is he?”

And the cherub said, “See for yourself. He is behind you.”

And I turned and to my horror, there was a levitating head in front of me. Its mouth and eyes were closed. It was the head of a beheaded Native American. There was white and red powder all over his face. And he had two black feathers in his hair. 

He then opened his eyes, staring at me. I could see the hatred and wrath in his eyes. Then he opened his mouth and out came a snake, which was his tongue. “Her tongue was mine,” it said. “You’ll pay for that.” Then it blew a gale at me. The forceful wind slapped me, all the way back into my body. 

“Well, he doesn’t have anymore interest in the girl,” I uttered to her. “But now his eyes are pointed at me.” The lady from Maryland replied, “I know. Good.” 

“What do I do now?” I asked. And she prayed, “Lure him in.”

January 15 2025

They say we are one of the same. 

I say that we aren’t. 

Here comes the righteous ones.

They were quick to judge and to stomp.

Now they are asking for peace.

As if righteousness were some guarantee.

Here, they say, take a look at the deeds that we got.

But I don’t keep record, I guess they forgot.

Oh come on, they say, don’t be like that.

Didn’t you know, we knew who you were from the start.

Yet, they did despise me and cast me out.

Now a line has been drawn between the sweet angels.

I am on one side.

Don’t cross it or else.

1928, Boston

[See Log Report 13]

I am on stage but I’ve forgotten my clothes.

I don’t have the things I need.

I must be someone else.

My wife then comes to be beside me.

She hands me my hat and robes.

I say I will never get my audience.

It’s not written in cards or stones. 

She says she doesn’t get it.

I tell her she does.

Well maybe, she says, you just need to look inward I suppose.

Then I stare into the mirror.

I wonder how I might find myself.

And she comes up beside me, stuffing my pocket with a little rose.

Here is a note I have written.

It says, as a small reminder.

Come Know Thyself.

1911, Boston

[See Report 13 and 18]

As I walked through the city, I noticed an old lady sitting in the alley. She was dressed really weird, but it didn’t bother me much. I wasn’t really interested in her, but the cards she was sorting. I had been watching her for a while, by peeking around the corner.

“Who are you?” I eventually approached her. “Why do you look so strange?”

She smiled, while still sorting the cards. “I am a fortune teller, little newsboy.”

“Oh, now I get it,” I said. “You’re one of those hags that can see the future.”

“No,” she laughed. “I am not like any fortune teller you know.” She shuffled the cards, “I don’t predict the future. I alter the past.”

“What good is it to change the past?” I asked. “How will that do anything now?”

She replied, “If you change the past, you change the future.”

“Oh,” I replied. “Well what is that card there?” I pointed to a specific card in the stack.

“Child, that is the Magician,” she looked up, as if excited. “Why do you ask?”

“I like magicians,” I said. “I like this card. Can I keep him?”

“Yes,” she smiled again, “but only if you can catch him.”

I then tried to pick him up. But as I did the Magician had vanished from the card, in one blink of my eye.

“Where did he go?” I questioned.

“He must be hiding,” she replied. 

But his disappearance only made me sad.

“Don’t be sad,” she said. “Turn the card over.”

And to my surprise, the Magician had reappeared on the other side.

“See,” she said. “He is right here.” 

“How did he do that!?” I asked. Then I handed her the card back.

“He is the Magician,” she said. “There is nothing he cannot do. He can alter all time and space.”

“What is his greatest trick?” I asked.

“His greatest trick is: He is there, and then he’s not.” She handed me the card. “See, he is there. And then he’s not.”

“His Secret?” 

She leaned in, and then she whispered one word into my ear.

“Immortality.”

19 November 2023, Athens

*Names Removed

[Part 1/3]

I met Julia in Greece. She was a beautiful German girl, and we were lovers for a season.

But I did not expect this tale of lovers to turn so dark. 

So much darkness. So much darkness.

So much darkness. So much darkness.

So much darkness. So much darkness.

...

In November, we both stayed at a cozy inn, as fellow travelers. She liked listening to my stories at night. That much was for sure. But on the fourth night, she came knocking at my door, and we started kissing quick. 

She pulled me, and I pulled her in. She loved being turned on a table and being pinned down. That was how it first started. Her theory was, if you desire cigarettes after sex, the spirit of passion was good. Why? Because good sex makes you forget the world, and for one moment you don’t care about rules. You don’t care about things that are bad for you, like cigarettes. It’s like all Time stops. The second obvious sign, she assured, was how messy her hair was afterwards. 

We stayed lovers for some nights at the inn. Yet one morning, another traveler named Brandon pulled me aside at the inn. “You’re sleeping with Julia!?” he said. I smiled. “How the hell did that happen?”

I said, “I have no idea. It kinda just happened.” 

“Well what did she say about it?” He replied. 

I said, “I don’t know. I never asked.” 

Later we got some coffee, and Brandon persisted to drag it out. “How the hell did you do it?”

I paused, thinking if he was right. He stared at me. I then said, “Fine, I’ll ask her tonight.”

He also remarked, “Sandra said you put her under a spell.” 

I replied, “What do you mean?” And he said, “Apparently, Sandra said that Julia kept saying your name over and over again.”

That night, while we were both having cigarettes, I asked her, “What made you come knocking at my door?”

And she replied, “Hmm, I don’t know. Maybe you’re a sex god.”

I was shocked by her words, and I started choking on smoke.

I replied, “I’m being serious.”

But she didn’t laugh. 

Then I said, “Yeah, I definitely don’t get girls like you must think I do. It happens every now and then. But yeah, not like that.”

“I am being serious,” she said. “I think you are a sex god.”

“What are you talking about?” I threw a pillow at her. “Sex gods are way more attractive than me, and way more famous.”

And she said, “I am being serious. I think you are a sex god.”

“There was that sex dream you told me about. I don’t know, it triggered something.”

Now I was curious. “Seriously, that was what turned you on? A sex dream? You’re the one who wanted to know if I ever had an erotic dream. Every time I stopped, you literally begged me to finish the dream.”

And she nodded. Then she said, “You should be careful which dreams you tell people.”

Then I asked concerned, “Why do you say that?”

She put out her dying cigarette. Then she said, “There’s something primal about your dreams. Don’t you think? Who knows, I mean no one even knows where dreams come from. But when you told me that sex dream, I felt like I was under a spell. I felt so much raw bliss. It was like cigarettes. Like nothing in the world mattered and all I wanted was to let you have anything you wanted from me. You could have had any part of me that first night, you know.”

“Seriously,” she affirmed. “I have no idea what happened to me. But after that sex dream you told me, all I wanted was for you to do that to me.”

“Yeah, I don’t believe you,” I said. I assumed she had been mocking me.

She sat up and said, “You know that moment when you’re on the top of a roller coaster? When you’re waiting to fall but there is a pause. You’re just waiting, waiting to fall.”

She hugged me. “That’s what it felt like. I felt this rush and I just wanted it to be over. It was like I was on top of a roller coaster but you wouldn’t let me fall, you jerk. Why would you do that to me? I was helpless and all I wanted was for you to pin me down and take me.”

“You should be really be careful what dreams you tell people.”

“Well that’s a first,” I said. “But that definitely doesn’t make me a sex god, that’s for sure.”

Then she smiled and said, “I guess we will see, won’t we?”

[NOW HERE COMES PRIDE BEFORE THE FALL.]