The come to Jesus moment- the 8th Conspiracy

 Okay, so I was raised in a Christian family that probably never even read the entire Bible, but I think I get the point. Don’t make fun of people and be a good person. Learning these virtues I took the time to actually read the Bible and I learned something amazing. 

Dear Journal,

We live in 2025 and I’ve been tested a thousand times, everyone around me is either dying, on drugs, or breaking the law. I learn something new every time I read the Bible, but I’ve learned that none of us think the same. The academic community holds the knowledge, the poor hold the majority, and the rich hold the money, so I’m pretty certain that when we die we have to go back to the source because on a planet with over a billion lives it gets crazy. As a matter of fact it is crazy.

Dear Journal again,

There’s a war still going on in the holy land. Innocent people are being killed; innocent people who just want to live a normal life on earth. I’m sure we all were born for a reason, but so far nothing magical has happened but death, so I’m pretty certain that when we die we have to go back to the source.

“So where do we come from?” you asked as a child. Well, in the distance I see a man reading a physics book and a preacher giving a sermon. Two professions showing the way.

In deep thought I take a break and notice a homeless man following someone to their car begging them for cash. I over hear the man say, “Get a job!” and then slams the door in the homeless man’s face. Now I know for sure that the homeless guy lost everything because he was burned out. I used to go to school with him and personally I thought of him to be a good person who just maybe lost his way. So I figured I would go over to him and see what was on his mind when I couldn’t help but notice that he was sleeping on a Bible. Shortly after our conversation I became delusional. Everywhere I went I heard about Jesus and even if I knew about him I still didn’t know enough. As a child, I heard about Jesus and an adult everyone was still talking about Jesus and no matter what I said or how I felt it didn’t matter because Jesus was the answer. On every street corner there was a church with a huge cross on it and just about everybody was talking about Jesus. I saw people do crazy things over and over again and there they were begging Jesus to forgive them. I saw people getting tortured, persecuted, and even killed in the name of Jesus. This brand of thinking even made me believe that I was Jesus at one time then sadly a physician who had a masters degree in psychology gave me two pills. He said, “If you take this pill you will wake up, but once you take it, you can’t go back to the way things used to be, so I’m going to give you a choice. Do you want to take the pill?” Thinking about the actual woman who came up with the idea of the Matrix I found myself in the same situation. I had a choice so I took the pill. Once I took it, I woke up the next morning to a different world, but what I learned personally about myself was that the perception of hell while standing on top of a pyramid in a hot desert is different when you have a number of options to keep cool, but when you have no options, Jesus becomes the greatest story ever told. It’s a good story, a best seller. After taking the pill and reading the story over and over again, my mind became bigger, but the recipe for bread and water remained the same and for some reason everyone had heard about Jesus. There were so many different denominations for all different kinds of people. I’ll say it again, “for some reason everyone had heard of Jesus!”The savior who preached about the heavens and his Heavenly Father. The rock of Jerusalem born of a virgin mother. The sinless son of the living God who took the torment so that we all could make it to heaven. After walking a thousand miles and seeing the same situations over and over again while reading the same book even into my forties, I have to say that something did happen, something had to happen thousands of years ago for all of these people to be hoping for this same magical place that Jesus preached about and died for. They must have thought that he was crazy too, just like me, I guess, until the clock struck twelve and the doctor gave them the option also to choose their own path in life and to choose their own destiny. 

To end this piece, I saw a Christian man tell me his view of the world. I spoke with him over and over again and soon learned that it didn’t matter whether I were a brother in Christ or not, my view of the world didn’t matter even if I were right or wrong. So in the end I ran a thousand miles and became born again a thousand times in a lost world waiting for Jesus to come save us. On top of a pyramid in a hot desert I collapsed while holding a piece of King Tut’s nose in one hand and a Bible in the other dying thirsty only to find peace on the other side. It took death for me to finally receive the answer, I’d finally been born again.

The come to Jesus Moment- The 8th Conspiracy 

The Hanging CEO- the 8th Gift & Curse

The video shows an entrepreneur genius kid studying or running through the woods working himself to death. He or she is called weird, autistic, psychotic, schizophrenic, or demented. A physical human being pushing mortal men over the edge. A being from any ethnicity alone in a room masterminding a perception of his or her reality. Scarred from the labor, stressed that their masterpiece will never be discovered. Hated and loved all just for having a dream. If their empire falls, there is no safety net. There is nothing to hold on to. Their tax bracket, if they reach the highest level, is filled with lawyers, bankers, and people with power. Their contracts span across the globe and one false move could wipe out a billion people. A number of their shareholders don’t pray because a number of them live by the mighty dollar. They sit on the top floor hearing voices from the positive and negative forces every day. A simple day is filled with phone calls and a chessboard with them as the king or queen. Sadly, the room goes dark, the net worth ticks on the stock exchange. Reports cross the screen of a CEO found alone in his huge mansion room dangling from the ceiling. Searching for a feeling, he’d blessed so many lives, but sadly, they left him alone searching for his heart. Alone in the night hoping to hear the same voice that lead him into fame and fortune, the room is silent, and the negative force enters and convinces him of a way out. 

“This rope will be easy, wrap it around your neck and let go until the blood is drained from your brain, then snap, everything goes dark. It’s that easy,” the negative force explains. 

If you’re reading this piece and you’ve made it to this point, then let me explain its purpose. As a child my English teacher told me something about writing. I was told about the meaning of optimism. It’s a positive way of looking at the world. Optimism is priceless. It’s the power of the mind. You can perceive your environment anyway you please. You can see humor in your fabric of time or you can perceive everything around you as a curse. Pessimistically falling to sleep at the wheel in the midst of running away from troubles. I also used to love books that gave me a choice in the end so let’s go to the 8th page of this story which is the gift of choice. We can endure or take the easy way out. I say when you reach the climax in your life and you’re shaking from a body that’s beat down and broken, endure. The top is the peak of the mountain and to fall teaches you one lesson and that is your will to never give up. To die a thousand times only to look down and see that same child that you used to be trying to write a masterpiece to save the world. As the CEO dangled from the ceiling as the demented forces pulled him under, he’s saved by the only person who checked on him. A complete stranger who he forgot he gave a key. While feeling a table hit his feet, his head pops away from the noose. Ironically, he lays in the arms of a poor stranger who gave him the most amazing gift of all. She gave him friendship, she checked on him and took nothing in return. I’m an optimist, so thanks to my English teacher there’s hope. I chose a happy ending, I perceived life as a gift not a curse for once.

The Hanging CEO- the 8th Gift & Curse

Life & Death- The 8th Lesson

Everyday someone dies and someone enters the world.

This person’s life can amount to anything. 

He or she can be an actor, preacher, athlete, politician, scientist, doctor, oceanographer, soldier, police officer, judge and so many other professions. 

When a person is born there is so much potential. There are so many paths to choose. We can fail one day only to succeed the next.

We can hate one day only to love the next or vice versa.

We can forgive and even hold grudges.

In all, these are lessons that we learn in life.

Then there is death, when someone dies we learn to appreciate those who live. Death teaches us about a monster that we all must face. Some would ask why? Why would God or any creator invent death?

The answer is easy.

It’s the ultimate lesson.

It’s the ultimate teacher for us to appreciate the living and for us to appreciate life.

As we take our journey in life before death, everyday we all will face challenges.

Everyday our odds may not be greater than others.

Some of us will have to be brave and some of us will have to be heroes.

Some of us will be poor and some of us will be rich.

Some of us will be called to lead and some of us will be called to follow. 

Each day will be different and in the end someone will pickup where we left off.

The moment that our soul leaves our body and the people that we leave behind say goodbye, the story of who we were will echo throughout history.

The ultimate lesson that we must learn is that even dirt and dust have a purpose and as our soul fades from our body and enters another life have a sense of humor and imagine an old wise man sitting in a garden laughing at you.

He’ll probably say, “I fooled you, your spirit lives forever ♾️ welcome home.”

Life & Death, the 8th Lesson

The 8th Element

Jim and his family noticed their neighbors had not been moving. Quinn, who was always cutting grass was asleep on his lawnmower. Their kids, Craig and Steve were asleep on the basketball court. Jim soon noticed cars parked on the side of the road with every driver asleep. Pretty soon Jim and his family felt the sleeping bug. In a matter of minutes the entire world was asleep. In a state of unconsciousness, everyone found themselves at a higher frequency. They were all on the same level in flat space elevated in what appeared to be a dream world. No one could figure out what happened. They could do anything, they could fly, teleport, and even disappear. Whatever they imagined was possible in a matter of seconds. They didn’t have to do any work, they didn’t even have to talk. They could even float. The only thing they did not have were mirrors, no one knew how they looked, the space was all feeling. Earth seemed to be a distant memory overtaken by a mysterious 8th element leaving every living thing trapped in a dream where everyone existed at the same time on a level plane. The possibilities were endless.

The 8th Dynasty

It all led up to this moment.

The argument with my sister.

My mother moving down south and me being left alone.

My family all scattered.

It was as though my entire life was designed around this last choice so let me get to the climax.

I was messing around with a radio when I interrupted a signal in another language.

Confused, I turned on my translator app and discovered that the enemy was on their way.

Good thing I was prepared so I headed to my bunker.

It’s amazing what you take for granted once you have nothing left under ground but some can goods and a radio. You miss everything.

I thought about the past a lot, and once the booming all stopped it became quiet. 

I decided to stay put for three days just to make sure that the coast was clear.

Walking out of my bunker all I could see was soot and ash.

The entire world was now tinted black.

There was literally nothing left.

Death was everywhere and I was the only one who survived.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

I then noticed a flashing light in the sky.

It looked like a spaceship.

The darn thing landed right in front of me.

Beings with elongated heads stepped out, they looked like Egyptian Pharaohs.

One took my hand.

At first touch, I could feel her thoughts.

They welcomed me into the spaceship and took me with them to the longest surviving structure on earth, the pyramids.

A brand new dynasty was born. 

They gave me a new genetic code to live forever with them in paradise.

And they did it all because they loved me.

I had good vibes.

The 8th Dynasty 

Christmas on the 8th Day of July

Dangling from a cross I looked straight into the Sun.

“Father, my passion to save them has turned me into a martyr of humiliation.”

I couldn’t help but notice some of my disciples in the crowd.

“Father, my passion to save them has turned me into a martyr of humiliation.”

Alone, in humility, I look into the sun;  already in pain, it burns my eyes. Through the blindness, I can see my mother Lisa crying and bruised from her own battles to raise me. 

She’s too weak to save me for she too must suffer for the burdens of all women.

Dangling next to prisoners and con artist I can hear an angel telling me that I do not deserve this death, but it is a burden that I must bear.

In the distance I see the politicians who ordered my death. They exchange votes and beat the war drums.

Beaten and abused, I see many of my ex female friends in the crowd.

What is gold? What is ambition? What does it mean to live and suffer with the same burden as Christ?

Looking into the crowd I scream, “Father forgive them for they know not what they do.”

For them I must die and rise on the 8th day.

Laced in a purple gown, I take my last look into the sun as my soul rises into the light, I sit next to my father in the kingdom of heaven while the crows and blackbirds feast off of my lifeless flesh hanging from the cross on earth.

For the dead, Christ, and I, along with the children of God shall rise again.

Together, we defeated death and our gift was eternal life.

I could hear God my father say, “Happy Birthday Son, welcome home, it took over 2000 years to prepare this place for you and the rest of your innocent brothers and sisters.”

We kindly accept our gift.

Christmas on the 8th day of July.

Wings

I admit it, I was lost, done, and most of all on the edge.

Looking down, I did it, I jumped.

You probably thought I jumped to hurt myself, no, I jumped because I needed to test my limits.

While falling, I spread my arms out as far as I could.

It was a miracle, I began to fly.

Now looking up at unfathomable gains I couldn’t help but notice that I had wings.

The sky was now the limit and I flapped my wings further beyond space.

Wings