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Codes Opening the Sealed Book Visions If you haven't checked out the Visions section of this site, you might want to. Or not. Your call. But I'm not going to rehash the whole topic here. Suffice to say, and weird as it sounds, I see things. So, returning to a point in time prior to that second visit with Mike, I was deep into my mission of trying to "get" these codes and I'd become completely and utterly stuck. I could feel that there was something I just wasn't getting. What that something was I had no idea, but the missing link sensation was palpable. Then one day, while out on one of our jaunts about Walnut Creek, the answer came in a flash. Between one step and the next, massive amounts of information and imagery were suddenly and unexpectedly perceivable and believable. Spectacular animation of the code in action and details of what the investigators had thus far failed to see poured into my mind. Yeah, yeah, I know that sounds crazy. With a nod to the delusions of grandeur diagnosis and all the related schizoid implications, I'm telling you that that's what happened. If you're curious, a similar experience is detailed on this page. That essay, written in '95, a year or so before the other flavor of vision rocked my world, begins with: Imagery appears to me "out of the blue" on a daily basis, but the full-blown visionary experience is a much rarer phenomenon. I do not have tangible evidence of how long these "visions" last, but I suspect they are very brief. The imagery comes complete with explanations, but no words. It's a kind of direct knowledge. Or, it's just my imagination. You be the judge... Well, I seemed to have tangible evidence now. Between one step and the next... Highly subjective evidence to be sure. Thoroughly anecdotal, absolutely incapable of being replicated in a controlled environment, but tangible to me nonetheless. I can still see, in my mind's eye, the exact spot it happened: A couple of paces from the stoplight, beginning to raise my arm in order to push the button to activate the WALK signal to cross Broadway, and... It took a while for me to get moving again. Eventually the jerking in the backpack overcame the awe in my mind and I finally got around to pushing that button. The fact that I was now walking toward this particular Safeway seemed pretty ironic and helped to lighten the moment somewhat. Hey, if you can't laugh in the face of overwhelming odds, you're lost. Imagine for a moment what it would mean if YOU were shown something that seemed real and true and possibly, just possibly, of vital importance. What would you do? Seems to me you'd have a responsibility to act. Either put the info to work yourself or put the details into the hands of someone who could do something with it, don't you think? I certainly wasn't given any knowledge of the arcane science behind the codes, just the beauty of them in action: Imagery and information of the code up to and including an interactive interface... Trouble is, I'm just an ordinary Joe and the code investigators are world-class mathematicians and physicists. Kooks with claims like mine probably crawled outta the woodwork and I imagine the scientists have grown immune to outrageous, grandiose pronouncements from "inexperienced enthusiasts" (as Jeffrey Satinover has so indelicately labeled our ilk). No matter, duty called. As to whether I answered or not... Well, that's debatable. After a few feeble and futile attempts at unburdening myself of the information -- and the responsibility -- it finally dawned on me that the scientists weren't the group I was supposed to contact after all. There was another group with the expertise to utilize the information. And there was one individual in particular with the resources to bring this vision to life. And even better, instead of around the world, I only had to travel around the block, so to speak, to reach him. There was just one problem... Near as he may have been, it seemed even less likely that I'd ever crack through the layers of insulation that must protect him from an even larger group of "enthusiasts" clamoring for his attention. Sheesh! What's an ordinary Joe to do? Skywalker |