I’ve long been a barometer, a standard and an indicator. An indicator of averages as well as a predictor of things to come. I don’t say this lightly, nor to be self-aggrandizing. I say this so that those who read my words or meet me in person will view me in the proper light. I am not “normal”.
Most people who know me would say that I’m overstating the obvious, “Of course you’re crazy Eldon, I knew that the very first time I laid eyes on you!” Seriously though, I suppose you could say that I am just a little bit crazy but then again, it could rather be a matter of one’s own individual perspective. I simply enjoy exploring and learning new things, am ever growing and evolving. To me, life is both a journey and an adventure, nothing lasting forever except the divine principles and eternal truths. Because of this, my behavior can strike folks as being a little childlike if not somewhat “off”. Rest assured however, that I am a mature adult, but with the advantage that pessimism, depression and loneliness are virtually unknown to me. I live in a world full of wonder and ideals, even more so as I get older. I am highly moral and at ease with my own mortality, viewing the end as an even grander beginning.
Whew! How about lightening things up a bit? Now that you’ve got a feel for who I am and that I definitely do dance to the beat of a somewhat different drum, the rest may be easier to understand. The first time that I ever thought of myself as a barometer was when my high school German teacher told me she looked at me that way. She said, “I look at how you’re doing to give me an idea of how the class is doing overall.” I was somewhat insulted and forgot about it, “hmph, she just called me average.” To be fair though, my grades were a solid C.
In the years that followed however, I did think about what she had said more and more. I began to notice a pattern. It became apparent to me that acquaintances who interacted with me seemed to arrive at pivotal moments in their lives soon after. With some people it seemed to be caused by something I either said or did and yet with others it did not. If I liked the person and they were nice to me, the change was usually positive and to their benefit. If they were mean to me or tried to harm me in some sort of way, misfortune or death usually followed. Unfortunately, there were far more of the later than the former. The pattern did not always hold true but certainly enough to qualify as statistically significant. Not that I performed any scientific study of the phenomenon, but it’s consistency was rather remarkable. Then, something changed.
As I began to evolve yet again and broadened my understanding of the world around me in the macro, I found the collective consciousness matching my own epiphanies. Like we were all on the same wavelength. Now you might say that it was simply just a matter of my own perceptions catching up to what the world already knew and initially I might have agreed however, the epiphanies slowly turned precognitive. At first they took the form of fleeting thoughts or compelling urges to go somewhere, talk to someone or do something. Shortly after whatever had been the subject of the cognition would manifest in reality. I found it curious but paid little mind. Gradually however, I could no longer ignore that indeed something unusual was happening which piqued my curiosity. Could this be God answering my earnest and fearful prayer?
I had asked God to make me a “better” Christian several times, Lord knows I need all the help he can give me. This prayer was different though, I was actually scared when I made it. I was scared because I know how he works. For example, if you ask him for patience, he bring the most obnoxious person to hang around you all the time. If you ask for courage, he will put you in some of the most dangerous conditions you can imagine. See the logic? He doesn’t just give you things simply because you ask for them, instead, he enables you to grow through your own merit with a little help from above. I wasn’t just asking for one thing here or another thing there, what I was asking for was a complete make over head to toe and it scared the you know what out of me. I had to ask though, if I wanted to grow as a Christian. It was shortly after making this prayer that I learned about Gang Stalking and just how far down the rabbit hole goes. It was also at this time that I began to see things that I had only pondered in the realm of fantasy, if at all. It was costly but well worth the price. I am not one who enjoys living in ignorance no matter how horrific the reality may be. And now, I live every day in a muted state of horror.
Once you see, you cannot un-see, even though at times you wish you could. The “gift” is accelerating too, some people call it “the quickening” but I don’t like to since it sounds kinda hokey to me, like referencing the “Highlander” movies or something. Eh, to each his own. My lead time for forecasting events is increasing in all the ways described previous. I’ll say things in conversation and hear the exact words repeated on TV or the radio just a few minutes later. Talk about things I find interesting and hear about them happening soon after. I know now to just follow the compulsions no matter how embarrassing or illogical they may seem and sometimes, they can be fairly awkward.
Case in point is a little chubby white girl I talked to in Berkeley California about two months ago. She was working in one of the eateries on Shattuck Avenue downtown. Ever since talking to Leuren Moret about how bad UC Berkeley was, I had been itching to warn some students whenever the opportunity presented itself. Well, I see this girl and find out that she’s a new hire and a UC Berkeley student to boot, very receptive to conversation. I begin to feel that familiar compulsion pushing me to say something so I let her have it. BAM! I hit her with my blog business card. Before handing it over to her however, I inform her that I have it on good authority (from the aforementioned Ms. Moret) that her university tracks every student after graduation and will engineer the pairing of their future spouses. I then tell her that they do this in order to ensure the pairing of successful and wealthy alumni who will include the university in their Will. I then inform her that once this “arranged marriage” has been accomplished and the married couple’s Will lists the university as the primary beneficiary, the university will kill them for their estate.
The next time I saw her she appeared very aloof and there did appear to be a rather large contingent of Berkeley Police cars with flashing lights on both corners of the block. Could be non-related, maybe not. Anyway I’ve seen it all before so BFD. I asked her if she had read my blog? Her response was “No, schoolwork has really been killing me and I haven’t had time.” I then said very earnestly, “Well, I would encourage you to look it up.” Chubby girl then said while simultaneously nodding, “I will.” I then turned around with my purchase and left. On my next visit there was a new guy working and she was gone.
See what I mean about embarrassing and awkward? Poor girl, at the very least it must have been embarrassing and although she didn’t look it, probably frightening. Something like that would cause some people to quit. How could I do such a thing? What would you think if some complete stranger came into your workplace and said something like that? Crazy nutjob asshole, right?
Three weeks pass and this story is plastered all over the news;
If those entrusted with the education and general welfare of UC Berkeley students, most of whom are still teenagers, are sexually preying on them, is it unreasonable to think that they are capable of far worse? Obviously, there is a total lack of concern for them as young people (the worst kind of scum) let alone human beings. As was said by one of the victim’s attorneys, “There is an ingrained and long standing culture among the staff, faculty and administration condoning such predatory behavior.” Why stop at rape when there’s money to be made? No wonder Leuren Moret says that all universities are very dangerous and warns parents not to send their kids there. Does anybody remember Penn State and the homosexual pedophile ring that flourished for thirty years?
To tell you the truth, I was probably more weirded out by saying what I had to say than she was. Stepping out there like that is excruciating at first and opens you up to sure ridicule, but someone has to do it. This is what I asked God for and I really want to do his will but being a real Christian, not one of these Sunday big church posers, ain’t easy. My sincere hope for the chubby little white girl is that she think about what has happened and is more aware, that my warning however creepy and scary it may have been, saves her from possible future harm. I so want to save kids and help them have the chance they deserve in life to live as healthy, happy and as free as possible. “If I can save just one chubby little white girl, just one…!”
So, I’m a barometer, an indicator of things to come. Heed my inspired forecast and be prepared for the rain. Then, look up for the rainbow.