I think one of the main things we are trying to accomplish through this mission is to change human consciousness in a way that motivates people to want to seize the opportunity within themselves to live a meaningful life. It seems that practicing the rituals will facilitate this. Without the rituals, without the cultivation of the mind and consciousness, surrender of free will is inevitable.
Part of the challenge in preventing or reversing this trajectory is that it takes a healthy mind to see the pattern develop. If our consciousness begins to erode, then we might fail to see that the way we are living is causing our own destruction. It doesn’t help that authoritative entities support destructive practices, such as avoiding sunlight and adding toxic chemicals like fluoride to our water supply. It’s not clear if there is an ulterior motive or if they simply are also unable to see the negative trend and its causes. We must not wait to find out. We must develop an independent mind and practice the rituals that will nurture our consciousness so that we will be able to see these potential harms before they consume our reality.
In sharing this information with you, I see that I have a great responsibility to help you discover, or rediscover, your potential to strengthen your free will and consciousness so that you can live a life of meaning and purpose. Even in our time, it is too easy to take a mindless path rather than consciously choosing our own fate with intention.
I can’t help but wonder, though, how much we are really in control of creating our own destiny. It seems that my life’s purpose has already been chosen for me in many ways, and I’m just here to fulfill that duty rather than create a path for myself of my own volition. Do I decide my own fate, or has this all been decided for me? The same question holds true for David and Katherine. Was it always his fate to meet her, or was it the result of the decisions and choices he made in his life, and she in hers?
In my limited understanding of how multiple lives and reincarnation might work, it seems that we create much of the outline for our future life before we are born, but free will is still a factor in deciding what course of action we take. The purpose of each life is to learn and grow, to further develop one’s consciousness. When we plan our lives before rebirth, we try to give ourselves opportunities to learn the lessons we need to learn, creating obstacles and challenges for ourselves with the purpose of seeing if we can overcome them, or at least better ourselves through the adversity. Some say that the most evolved souls live the most difficult lives and that it’s through the challenges they face that they grow the most. Presumably, we don’t give ourselves challenges we can’t handle, though it is possible that in any given life, we can fail to learn the lessons we needed to learn. However, through further reincarnations we can revisit those lessons and give ourselves additional opportunities for growth.
I don’t know if I have that luxury in this life. If I fail with this podcast, then the ability for all of us to reincarnate may be lost. I may have only one chance to get this right, and I think my life has been mapped out in more detail as a result. Getting these specific instructions from my future self is reassuring because it tells me I am not alone in this mission. At the same time, I can’t help but feel a little like a puppet with someone else pulling the strings. Maybe the lesson I need to learn in this life is how to simply fulfill my destiny and not question the authority of those who are providing the instructions. The irony is that that is exactly what we are trying to save consciousness from. If the goal is to encourage people to think for themselves and not just blindly do what they are told, it makes me wonder if my actions are any different. Am I just a blind follower? Maybe I’m overthinking things.
I think I’ll wrap things up with that. You’ve got two rituals now. Go get some sunlight and good water, and grow your consciousness. Also make sure to check out the resources related to the water ritual at awakethefuture.com/water. I’ll post the next episode after I receive another letter from Edgar. As always, please share this episode to help get the word out. Thank you for listening.
EPISODE 4:
MY BEAUTIFUL ASSASSIN
September 26, 2018
It’s been almost two weeks since I first read Edgar’s last letter, where he said some powerful people might try to stop me. It turns out, he was right, and a lot has happened since my last episode. Honestly, I don’t think I’ve really processed it all, but to say the least, everything is going to be different moving forward. I suppose I’ll start at the beginning and tell you the story of the events as they unfolded.
As I mentioned in the last episode, I was a little spooked by Edgar’s comments suggesting I might be in danger. I didn’t know what kind of threat I needed to prepare for, or how I should go about trying to protect myself. I decided to just pack a bag with some supplies, clothes, and cash in case I needed to make a quick getaway.
I thought about staying in a hotel or going on an extended camping trip but settled on waiting until something actually happened before I made such a move. I didn’t know if I could really do anything to prepare myself if some of the most powerful people in the world wanted to do me harm. I thought maybe they would just hack my podcast and shut it down, but there was a chance of a direct threat as well, and it didn’t take long for that to happen.
I barely slept the first night after receiving the letter, as all I could think about was someone breaking into my house to kill me. I tried to calm my nerves the following day by spending some extra time in nature. This included an afternoon trail run in the woods near my house. It was a nice day, and I was enjoying my time outdoors, until I spotted a hiker walking toward me on the trail.
I had a weird feeling when I saw this person. As we drew closer, I could see that the hiker was a strikingly beautiful woman. She was dressed in all black—black pants, black shirt, and black boots—with her long hair pulled back in a ponytail. I dismissed the weird feeling as my usual response to being in the presence of a beautiful woman, and I slowed my run to a walk as she approached.
“Hello,” I said smiling, still catching my breath.
“Hi, do you know how many more miles this trail goes?” she asked.
As I looked into her blue-green eyes, I found myself struggling to find the words to reply. Those eyes, I thought, they’re the same as…but before I could say anything, she pulled out a gun, held it to my head, and said, “Start walking.”
My mind and heart raced as I was escorted at gunpoint through the forest. I was completely at this woman’s mercy. I had no weapon, unless you count my car keys, and although she was physically smaller than me, I assumed she could handle herself. Even if I could have physically overtaken her, there was still the issue of the gun. I knew my odds were dismal, so I did what she said.
Once we got a couple hundred yards off the trail and into a clearing, she told me to stop and turn around. It was a weird feeling to have such an attractive woman holding a gun to my head. She wasn’t at all what I thought my potential assassin would look like.
As I stood there staring at her with my heart pounding out of my chest, I could see a crack in her emotionless face. She seemed conflicted about what to do next. After about 30 seconds of just looking at each other, she said, “Tell me about your dream.”
“My dream?” I asked. “What do you mean?”
“Tell me about the dream you talked about in your last episode,” she said.
I immediately knew the implications of this. Why would an assassin ask her target about a dream? Well, if that dream were about an experience in a past life, and the assassin also had the same dream about an experience in a past life, then we might just have something to talk about.
After I finished retelling the story of my dream, my female assassin still seemed undecided about her next move. We stood there in silence, until she sat down on a fallen tree and stopped pointing the gun at me. As she sat there staring at the ground, I wasn’t sure what to do. On one hand, she might kill me. On the other hand, she was possibly my soulmate. I decided to sit down ne
xt to her on the log.
“Same dream?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she said, and then went on to say that her dream was from the perspective of the nurse, Katherine. Everything else was completely identical.
“What do we do now?” I asked. She didn’t respond. We just sat there in silence for a few minutes. The longer we waited, the less likely I felt that she was going to kill me.
“Let’s go,” she finally said, as she pointed the gun at me again. She walked me out of the forest to where she had parked a black SUV on an abandoned road.
She had me stop at the vehicle. “I’m sorry about this,” she said, as she locked my hands together behind my back with zip ties. She then pulled out a blindfold. Before things went dark, I locked eyes with her for a brief moment. I still felt like my life might hang in the balance, but at the same time, I felt a sense of peace being with her. It was like some kind of déjà vu. I felt as if I had been reunited with a loved one whom I had long forgotten.
After she placed me, blindfolded and bound, in the back of the SUV, we drove for a few hours. She then parked the vehicle, removed the blindfold, cut the zip ties, and escorted me into an apartment building with the point of her gun pressed into the small of my back. The apartment had generic accommodations that you might find in a hotel room. My eyes squinted at the setting sun gleaming through the living room windows.
After she let me use the bathroom, we sat across from each other at the kitchen table. She didn’t say much, and I couldn’t tell if she felt the same strange feelings I did.
“Are you hungry?” she asked.
Even though I had not eaten anything since breakfast, the threat to my life was effectively suppressing my appetite. I didn’t want to offend my assassin, however, so I said, “I could eat.”
She got up and opened the cupboard. “Do you like peanut butter and jelly?” she asked. “It’s all I’ve got.”
“Sure, sounds good,” I said.
She made us each a sandwich and poured a couple glasses of spring water she had in the fridge. We ate the sandwiches in silence. When I was done, I thanked her.
She looked at me apologetically. “I still haven’t figured out what I’m going to do,” she said. “I should know more by morning.” She then locked me in a small, windowless room with a bed.
The whole experience was so surreal. I had been abducted by a beautiful assassin who I thought might be my soulmate. It seemed that she was supposed to kill me in the forest and leave me there, but she was having second thoughts. This made me feel hopeful until I considered that maybe she had been instructed to keep me alive, and whoever she worked for was now going to try to use my relationship with Edgar to their advantage.
Then I realized that the whole thing about sharing the same dream might be a con—a ruse to earn my trust and take advantage of me in some way. If you were going to pull such a stunt, it would make sense to send the most beautiful assassin you could find and have her pretend to connect to Katherine. I knew I couldn’t trust her, at least not yet.
Despite my waning optimism, there was one thing that gave me a tremendous amount of relief. I finally got confirmation that all this wasn’t just in my head. The letters from Edgar were real. There was a real assassin in the other room to prove it. I wasn’t going crazy. I could finally stop doubting every thought that went through my head. I could finally stop doubting my decision to release this podcast. I knew I was on the right path, even though I had no idea where it would lead. The whole predicament was mind-boggling, but I finally could believe it was true.
Looking back on the hours I spent locked in that room, I felt so many emotions. I was afraid. I was angry. I was relieved. I was hopeful. There were any number of ways things could play out. There was a chance I might die. There was a chance the assassin would try to pull an elaborate con on me. There was also a chance she was telling the truth.
I tried to stay positive. I thought about her eyes and how they were just like Katherine’s. If the eyes are the window to the soul, maybe the same blue-green eyes followed Katherine’s soul into her reincarnation as my potential assassin. After I exhausted myself thinking about all the ramifications of the day’s events, I decided to turn off the ceiling light above me and tried to get some sleep.
That night, I had another incredibly vivid dream. It was a continuation of the previous dream, where I was David, the British soldier in World War II. I was with Katherine in a hotel room, and it felt like many months after our first meeting in the hospital. She was wearing a white dress, and I was wearing my formal military uniform. We had just gotten married. I could feel the intense love and joy David was experiencing in that moment, and it was so incredible to see and feel everything as if it was actually happening to me.
Then the emotions changed as Katherine asked me to sit down to talk. She proceeded to tell me that she was a spy for the Germans. She said she was part of a program where they recruited young women working at military hospitals to become romantically involved with wounded British officers to gain access to military intel. She said she thought she was working for British intelligence at first, as her handler had told her she was part of a mission to uncover double agents who were working for the Nazis. She later heard about the truth of the program when some British military officers came to the hospital to warn the staff.
“I’m not with you because of the program,” she told David. “I truly love you. I fell in love with you from the first time I saw you.
“I never tried to steal any secrets from you. I tried to get out of the program as soon as I found out I was working for the Nazis, but they wouldn’t let me. I tried again when you proposed to me, but my contact told me I had no choice but to continue if I wanted to keep my life.”
David was completely blindsided by these revelations. His whole body, my whole body, felt numb. “You should have told me sooner,” he said.
“I know, I know,” she said. “Do you still want to be with me?” she asked, sobbing.
“Till death do us part,” David said and kissed her softly.
Inside David’s mind, I could feel my thoughts spinning. I knew Katherine’s life was at risk. The Germans might kill her if she stopped working for them, and the British government might charge her with treason if she turned herself in. There was no easy way out. We had to run.
We left that night, and I drove us to the coast. I devised a plan for us to leave the country on a fishing boat, but just before we were about to board, Katherine stopped me.
“David, we can’t just run away,” she said. “I have to do something about this. I have to try to fix what I have done.”
We went back to the car and came up with a new plan. The plan was to infiltrate the German spy program she worked for and take out her handler and the other German spies in charge of the program. We thought we could clear her name with the British government by doing this.
I wanted to do it alone, but in order to demonstrate her allegiance to the British government, Katherine had to be by my side, gun in hand. She wouldn’t have let me do it alone anyway. She wanted to clean up the mess she had made. So I drove us back to the city, and after we stopped somewhere to secure weapons, we proceeded to the safe house where Katherine usually met her handler.
The plan was to go inside and gather everyone into the same room, where they would be questioned and then executed. After that, we would go to the command center at my base and report everything that happened. If all went well, I would just get a slap on the wrist for breaking procedure and Katherine’s name would be cleared.
It was the middle of the night when we arrived at the house, but we could see through the windows that the lights were still on. I parked the car down the street. Before we got out, I held Katherine’s hand and asked her, “Are you sure you want to do this?”
She squeezed my hand and replied, “Yes, it’s our only choice.” We then got out of the car and hurried toward the house.
We went in
the back door, which was unlocked, and found a group of four men sitting at a table playing cards. We pointed our guns at them and shouted at them to put their hands in the air and go to the other room. We asked them if anyone else was in the house. They said no.
Katherine stayed downstairs with the men, while I went upstairs to see if anyone else was there. I didn’t see anyone in any of the bedrooms, but then someone shot at me from behind a closet door. I felt intense pain as a bullet pierced my abdomen. I fired back at the closet door, and a man fell out, dead.
I then realized I had heard shots ring out downstairs at the same time. I ran down the stairs and found Katherine leaning against the fireplace with blood pooling from the front of her white wedding dress. The four men we had escorted into the room were all dead.
Katherine said she turned to look upstairs when she heard the shots, and one of the men pulled out a gun and shot her. She then shot him and all the rest.
We both knew our time together was nearing an end. We were both bleeding out and struggling to stay on our feet. We embraced, our bloodied bodies intertwining, as we fell to the floor in front of the fireplace.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” Katherine whispered.
“I love you,” I whispered back with the last of my breath, as the world slowly faded away.
Then I awoke as my present self as the light of the morning rushed into my windowless cell. The door opened, and my beautiful assassin was there. “Good morning,” she said. “Do you want some coffee?”
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