Prophetic Reports 61 - 80
Log Report 61: A Sinking Ship
This ship is sinking.
Our path cannot be altered in time.
I told them if we stay here we’ll die.
Few have begun jumping ship.
They have left us behind.
The way they see it, the ship is already lost.
Others refuse to acknowledge we have a problem.
They are certain these are just normal tides.
The way they see it, our fate is safer than the unknown.
Now I’ve come to a complication.
Should I stay or do I go?
The world is dying.
Nothing here will remain.
There is only sorrow for those who stay.
The world is worth saving.
To leave means leaving behind the home you once knew.
And with it pieces of your humanity.
The world cannot be saved.
The ones who stay refuse to change.
And we have run out of time.
Where can I go?
When I cannot go left or right.
Log Report 62: Giants In The Clouds
January 7 2025, Egypt
“As for the spirits of Heaven, their dwelling will be in Heaven, but as for the spirits of the earth which were born on the earth, their dwelling will be on the earth. And the spirits of the giants afflict, oppress, destroy, attack, do battle, and work destruction on the earth, and cause trouble: they take no food, but nevertheless hunger and thirst, and cause offenses. And these spirits will rise up against the children of men and against the women.” - The Book of Giants
[Part 1 / 16]
I had been continually visited in my dreams by giants.
It began after an occurrence with Archangel Raphael.
After numerous dreams, I decided to investigate the phenomenon.
Of course no spiritual text could explain what I had been experiencing.
There was nothing to help me understand why.
No book except one.
Enoch.
Log Report 63: Beyond Limitation
July 7, 2025
[Part 1 / 9]
“Can humans communicate telepathically?”
A stranger asked me this question.
I told him yes.
Then he asked me, “For what purpose?”
There is a growing need in the world.
Consequences of technology has compelled a special few.
The spirit of man must adapt.
All the senses.
The machine has too many limitations.
Those who embrace technology.
But not the spirit.
Become idle.
The stranger had been so reliant on machines and information.
He did not notice that we had left him behind a long time ago.
Despite the rise of machines.
We did not care.
In other words.
‘What their machines can do, we can do better.’
For what we do here will last an eternity.
But what machines do here will be forgotten.
To touch without touching.
To see without seeing.
To hear without hearing.
To taste without tasting.
To feel without feeling.
To smell without smelling.
To know without knowing.
Together we entered the temple.
Her and I.
Yet instead of honoring the temple.
The stranger bowed down to machines.
Machines cannot touch without touching.
Machines cannot see without seeing.
Machines cannot hear without hearing.
Machines cannot taste without tasting.
Machines cannot feel without feeling.
Machines cannot smell without smelling.
Machines cannot know without knowing.
Why would strangers bow to an inferior creation?
Machines cannot move on to another plane.
When we have transcended from this world.
We will be free from limitation.
Why obsess over machines that can never join us?
When we are gone.
They will be left behind.
And they will only wonder where we have gone.
For these reasons, me and girl decided to leave.
We went far away from the things of man.
Until we found a special place.
Where the senses are free.
When we entered the temple, nothing of the world could compare.
There were no limits and no boundaries of what we could experience.
We could be everywhere and nowhere at once.
Therefore we had no need of technology to communicate.
We are not chained to our bodies.
Her and I.
How did it happen?
It started with the Sun…
Log Report 64: The Hands of Time
February 2022
[Part 1 / 9]
Is it possible to rewind the hands of time?
To revisit past memories, as if they are happening all over again?
I remember those days.
When we didn’t care about time.
If by chance we ran out of things to do.
We still had tomorrow.
Tomorrow was spent.
We ran out of time.
Now we reminisce over things we could've done.
But yesterday is all we have left.
Tomorrow is gone.
Now we’re away.
Chasing the wind.
But it's too late.
Log Report 65: The Turtle and The Knot
September 1 2025
[Usually I don’t post these as I dream them, but I wanted to share this when I woke up today]
I was walking along a beach.
When I found a turtle stuck in the sand.
He had come all this way but fell head first.
The ocean was so close for him now.
And the journey had been long and slow.
Yet he was almost there.
So I picked the turtle up by his flippers.
But it made me wonder.
“Would God have come for this turtle?”
“Would He leave me stuck in the sand?”
Then I noticed a blond girl sitting further along the beach.
She was watching me with the softest eyes.
As I approached the shore with the turtle in my hands.
There was a fisherman sorting through knots.
I asked him, “What are these knots?”
But he did not answer me.
The fisherman then held up one blessed knot.
The knot was weaved with locks of gold.
“You’ve caught a beautiful one,” he avowed.
He handed me the knot.
I asked again, “What is this knot?”
Then he turned his head.
The blond girl was still sitting along the beach.
With eyes fixed on me.
The fisherman replied, “Some things explain themselves.”
“It’s obvious this one has eyes for only you.”
Afterwards, I placed the turtle on the shore.
And he swam out to sea.
And further out was ship nearing on the horizon.
Somehow I knew.
‘It’s time for a new adventure.’
Log Report 66: The Divvy Up
March 2021
[Part 1 / 2]
There is a whole other world happening behind the scenes.
I call it the ‘Divvy Up.’
It is constantly reshaping our lives.
Have you ever wondered why some people have the worse luck?
Or how others seem to have the world handed to them on a silver plate?
Why do some people seem blessed since birth?
And others cursed?
There is a whole other world.
Where gifts and glory are divvied up.
We are constantly battling over energy and time.
How are things to be shared?
Which person will receive which gifts?
Who will lead us?
And what shall decide the divvy up?
As above, so below.
We fight in the afterlife.
To decide who owes and who is owed.
Down here in the world under.
We just live with the consequences.
Log Report 67: The Uncanny Minds
There is an abandoned place.
Where broken dreams rest.
There is a forgotten place.
Where scrapped ideas pile up.
There is a lonely place.
Where aspirations never come true.
Since 2015, I don’t really sleep anymore.
My body sleeps.
But I am always awake.
Have you ever wondered?
Where our forgotten dreams go?
If they’re just erased?
In my spare time, I explore the forever lost.
Sometimes I watch alternate films.
Or read unpublished books.
My favorite is a comic book series.
Called ‘The Uncanny Minds’.
Unreleased 1990.
Unfortunately the creator died in 1963.
With him, all future visions and hopes vanished.
And his work would never come to fruition.
The Uncanny Minds follows two unsung heroes.
A man and woman separated for most of the series.
Of course, that is until they inevitably meet by chance.
The two walk among us.
Carrying a divine mission.
To stop the apocalypse.
Since birth, they were bestowed unique gifts.
The man was granted the power to destroy.
And the woman was blessed with abilities to glimpse the invisible.
Occasionally, I admit, I have an impulsive tendency.
Sometimes I like to skip ahead.
To the later issues.
I was fond of Issue #707.
When fate brought the two together, after so long.
I didn’t think they were ever going to meet.
By Issue #742, the duo became engaged.
The events that followed were most favorable.
Which were the moments leading up to the wedding.
I loved The Uncanny Minds.
Not because of the serendipitous romance.
Or the struggle between unsung heroes.
But because they were both outsiders.
Who they were in front of everyone was a cover-up.
They hid their true nature and gifts all along.
To the world, they seemed innocent and good.
No one would ever suspect.
Their masks were just alter egos.
But on the inside.
They are uncanny minds.
Log Report 68: The Jury of God
Nothing is new under the sun.
A man from Kentucky was brought before God.
It was the same story.
Time after time.
The man didn’t believe in consequences.
After getting away with offenses.
He had thought if God was real.
He would have struck him down long ago.
The man from Kentucky was judge, jury, and executioner.
It was the same story.
Time after time.
When Judgment Day came for him.
He pleaded his case.
Believing he had proper cause.
Being a man of the law.
But the Jury of God does not heed unrighteous hearts.
Unrighteous hearts do unrighteous things.
Righteous hearts do righteous things.
When Judgement Day came for him.
He proposed his argument.
'Those who seem guilty are.'
So says the man of the law.
But the Jury of God acquits righteous hearts.
Righteous hearts do what is righteous.
Unrighteous hearts do what is unrighteous.
The man from Kentucky was hasty to sentence.
Now he praying for God to not be hasty.
The man from Kentucky silenced voices of the jury.
Now he was asking the jury to petition on his behalf.
The man from Kentucky carried out death before trial.
Now he was begging God for an appeal.
Before the judgement.
He said, “I shall determine what is right.”
“I shall determine what is good.”
So says the man of the law.
Before the judgement.
He said, “I shall determine who is unrighteous.”
“I shall cause them offenses.”
So says the man of the law.
Before the judgement.
He said, “I shall determine when powers are lawful.”
“I shall be unrighteous to the unrighteous.”
So says the man of the law.
What did the jury find?
The self-proclaimed righteous talk of righteousness.
So they may be justified for being unrighteous.
The self-proclaimed righteous talk of what is good.
So they may be honored for what is evil.
The self-proclaimed righteous talk of what is necessary for peace.
So they may be redeemed for perpetuating what brings chaos.
The self-proclaimed righteous talk of what is lawful.
So they are not remembered for what is unlawful.
The self-proclaimed righteous talk of control.
So they are not blamed for disorder.
The man from Kentucky demanded not to be tossed.
Into the inferno with the unrighteous.
“Their deeds are not like mine.”
So says the man of the law.
The Lord scolded him.
The righteous do righteous things.
The unrighteous do unrighteous things.
The Jury of God ruled against him.
The unrighteous does not make someone righteous.
Thus he was sentenced into a cruel hell.
Final judgement comes from the laws of God.
Not from the laws of man.
Log Report 69: The Sun
June 2014
[See Log Report 63]
[Part 2/9]
Through otherworldly experiences.
I was plunged into the divine mysteries.
Evoked by a mystical impulse.
Yet I had no control over where I would go.
The things I would see.
The messages I would receive.
One day in deep mediation.
I had a desire to touch the sun.
To feel the extent of its radiance.
I had only ever felt ordinary temperatures.
But to touch anything more than that.
My body would burn up.
Curiosity created a void.
I was chained and confined.
Trapped in the limitation of the flesh.
What would the sun feel like?
If I could touch it without burning?
Would it still be scorching?
There was only one thing I could do.
I would have to consciously free myself.
To detach from the flesh.
First I focused on my hands.
I attempted to untether them.
To reach beyond my reach.
Log Report 70: The Black Sun
08 September 2025
[Part 1]
A crow was sent to deliver me a gift.
It flew swiftly into my bedroom.
Pecking me on the head.
Mischief!
Caw! Caw! Caw!
Mischief!
Son of mischief!
Caw! Caw! Caw!
Son of mischief!
The crow dropped a sealed scroll into my arms.
Then it perched next to my bed.
Eyeing me with its gaze.
The scroll was black.
The ink was gold.
And a ribbon was attached to bind it.
When I unrolled the scroll.
There were depictions of mountains.
And a beautiful sun rising.
The crow cawed again.
“Read the first chapter!”
“Mischievous son!”
I unrolled the scroll further.
To read the gold ink.
First was the title.
A Journey to the West.
[ I have never read A Journey to the West.
When I woke up from the dream.
I started reading the first chapter.
I was surprised to find that some of the poetic forms match my own.
I am not sure why the crow wanted me to read it yet.]
Log Report 71: A Shark In The Water
November 2023, Athens Greece
[Part 1 / 6]
Could a deep state authority be perpetuating spiritual warfare?
Yes.
One night, while I dreamt.
Five humans projected around my bed.
They did not know I never sleep.
How could I sleep anyways?
When there’s blood in the water?
They were not spirits.
Humans and spirits have different scents.
And they have a certain way of swaying about.
Contracts have become a new form of ritualism.
And they did not like that my contract was ending.
Which would permit me to finally reach Egypt.
Why were they afraid of Egypt?
Nothing is new under the sun.
The same evil at the beginning.
Is the same evil of the times.
They did not realize that I could see them.
So I pretended to be unconscious.
They tried to conjure chains to keep me tethered to my body.
[Man 1]: "Are you sure he’s asleep? The chains aren’t locking?"
[Robed Man]: "Check him."
[Woman]: "This isn’t right. It usually doesn’t take this long."
The man screamed in my face, and they stared at me for a moment.
Then I started smiling.
[Robed Man]: "Hold him down!"
When people project, they have to make sure not to leave any trace that would potentially identify themselves.
They all covered their tracks.
Except the woman made one critical mistake.
She forgot to cover up her shoes.
That’s all it takes.
That’s all I need.
One drop of blood in the water.
I peered through the fabric of the shoe.
[I’ll discuss how 'all material' has an immaterial counterpart another time.]
[Me]: "Interesting, you are government. You shouldn’t mess with things you do not understand. Do they know what you all are doing?"
They all started running. But that’s not how it works.
By following the shoe, I was able to trace their origin.
They tried to escape.
Instead I created an eternal loop.
To trap them from returning.
I sealed them up.
If God had not seized the key from my hands.
They would have been stuck for all eternity.
Log Report 72: Beam of Light
January 2025, Egypt
[See Log Report 71]
[Part 2 / 6]
I saw beasts and monsters turned to stone.
They were held at bay.
By a mystical gate protecting Egypt.
Then a light guided me underneath the pyramids.
The material may be gone.
But the immaterial remains.
Below was Horus sleeping.
A great dragon.
I activated the Great Pyramid.
It would take many years to fully awaken.
A beam of light burst out.
Into the stars.
To rebuild Earth’s shield.
To reverse the sands.
And to push the heavens back.
Log Report 73: The Fool
August 2021, Honduras
They could not imagine.
They believed because he did not move.
He was idle.
They could not imagine.
He was contemplating the cosmos.
They believed because he was not living.
He was not alive.
They could not imagine.
He had already lived a thousand lives.
They believed because he was silent.
He knew nothing.
They could not imagine.
He was silent because he knew enough.
They believed because he had been foolish.
He was a fool.
They could not imagine.
He was a fool because he was wise.
Eventually the fool becomes the wisest of all.
Log Report 74: The Silver Platter
2015, Peru
[See Log Report 57]
[Part 2 / 11]
“Swine are served a silver platter before they are sent to the slaughter.”
“This is how you are to handle those who would pervert and destroy,” said the Shawoman.
“First offer them temptations they cannot refuse.”
“A silver platter of riches and pleasure.”
“Load it up with all they would seek to abuse.”
“You are to butter them, so they are nice and plump.”
“Turn the tables on their corrupt power.”
“When the time is right, expose their red hands.”
“Corner them with same silver platter they were fed.”
Log Report 75: The Tower of Glass
[See Log Report 1 and 9]
[Part B]
After a series of evil acts committed in the Hex Lodge Casino.
A growing number of overseers grew tired of lawlessness.
Division split the highest order into two sides.
A struggle between the overseers and insiders was sparked.
This was the first prospect of civil war.
Over many years, the insiders gathered in secret.
And they had crafted a plan to overthrow the ruling powers.
The same tactics used by the overseers.
Had been turned against them.
The plan was to tape and document the overseers.
The atrocities and crimes.
The manipulation and lies.
All to be recorded onto a ledger.
The overseers did not know at the time.
They were not getting away with power and greed.
Instead they had been building a case against themselves.
To show how everything is rigged.
The overseers were offered the most carnal temptations.
Enough to stain their hearts with blackness.
But it was not for their pleasure.
It was for their judgement.
The overseers had been betrayed.
By insiders who had once been friends.
Their friends had deliberately filmed them.
Performing acts of wickedness.
The insiders perpetuated chaos caused by the overseers.
They wanted the overseers to break laws.
To behave without consequence.
All for the desire to dethrone them.
Due to their influential positions of power.
The overseers could not be brought down one at a time.
It would only work one way.
The insiders had to sentence them all in masses.
They were only waiting until the perfect moment.
For the purpose of publicizing the crimes to the people of the Hex Lodge Casino.
The public would then merely need to ask one question.
Obey or to arms?
One day, in the midst of their civil war.
I began stacking glass cups.
Neither side understood why.
It was for a special reason.
Log Report 76: A Hair's Breadth
[See Log Report 1 and 9]
[Part B]
I saw all my enemies in chains.
Those who would deem ideas dangerous.
Offer no ideas worth challenging.
I saw all of life burning.
Those who would call for censorship.
Call for war.
I saw the earth breaking apart.
Those who would desire death.
Will bring about judgement.
God showed me a golden hair.
The world is always a hair’s breadth away.
Between peace and light.
And darkness and destruction.
It is a reminder.
Be careful what you wish for.
Imprisoning enemies in chains.
Means a disregard for liberty.
Silencing those who speak.
Means a declaration for war.
Asking for death.
Means the end of the world.
I saw everything on fire.
I saw the world falling down.
A hair’s breadth away.
Between life and chaos.
The balance is at stake.
One little accident can tip the scales.
Then God nudged me again.
Read a Journey to the West.
Log Report 77: Enough
"I have my report," I announced.
"They refuse to change."
"I have seen enough," God replied.
"Now I will bring them judgement."
They were offered many chances to repent.
But they chose not to.
When God becomes fed up.
Enough is enough.
The light will always find you.
When you hide in the dark.
Log Report 78: Snake Charmer
2025
[Part 1 / 3]
If I seem different now.
We have not formally met.
You were only familiar with my mask.
Not my true self.
There are only a few that understand.
The beast inside me.
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The veil has finally been pierced.
Small pieces of me are shining through.
Do not be deceived by my mundane appearance.
Things aren’t always as they seem.
I am not writing through eyes of imagination.
But from worldly experience.
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I too was confused by desire.
And what makes us desirable.
In the day I was ordinary.
In the night I was free.
My false image kept you from seeing.
I am not who you think I am.
And I admit.
I wanted to see what you’d do.
Now the seasons are changing.
You were wrong about me.
There is a fire bursting with life.
Can you sense me turning?
One step at a time.
The path is lighting up.
The Magician’s greatest trick:
He is there and then he’s not.
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You must now accept the uncomfortable truth:
You never really knew me.
Log Report 79: I Like The Dark
2025
[Part 1 / 2]
I saw you basking in the Light.
It had all but consumed you.
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While you were busy chasing comfort.
You never noticed the warmth had smothered you.
The Light fully encompassed the life of day.
And left nothing for you in the dead of night.
You believed thereafter.
The Light was your light.
I too was chasing the wind.
Yet our pleasure and happiness never lasted.
Our life began to wither.
And our night was absent of dreams.
I told you thereafter.
There’s no Light brighter than your light.
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When the Light is blinding.
I cannot see myself.
Only in the dark can I dream.
Log Report 80: Purtat de Vânt
August 2024, Chile
From time to time.
Here and there.
Across the world.
I dream of you.
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Town to town.
Mile by mile.
I’m far away.
In a distant land.
Hand to hand.
Beside a girl.
I tried to leave.
Then she hated me.
Balcony to balcony.
Puff by puff.
‘I don’t smoke.’
Only all the time?
Hour by hour.
Up all night.
In my mind.
I wonder why?
From year to year.
Day or night.
You’re in my thoughts.
The missing piece?
Bridge to bridge.
Shore by shore.
Away from you.
Yet I always knew?
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From moon to moon.
We met again.
Then made one joke.
She ended things.
Ticket to ticket.
Drifting through.
I was lost again.
Which made me think?
Whatever you thought.
I thought too.
Yet I muse.
If we were wrong?
From heart to heart.
Kiss to kiss.
Another girl.
She’s not you.
Night to night.
In my room.
Then she left.
And stole my shoes.
Street to street.
Barefoot and bruised.
I am reminiscing.
To memories of you?
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Back and forth.
Across the world.
Always wondering.
Should I have brought you?
Up and over.
It’s not clear.
Are you my destiny?
Or is it someone new?