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There are some things we are born with and some things we are not. The wonder of discovery is learning of what we are not born with. It may be thought of as a gift and it’s only later in life that we come to understand those things serve a purpose.

When we are too young to grasp and remember our infant days, they need to be replayed for us. Our parents make it possible to see the days of our first foot steps; the first word. Unfortunately, there are also very unpleasant things that can occur, the first cut; the first illness.

There was something in my early life that seemed like a dream, not real, but very unusual and traumatic. It wasn’t until I was a teen that my Mother told me what had happened. It was kind of by chance that the conversation came up. We were talking about dreams and the one I thought was a dream. After I told her, she said it wasn’t and it happened when I was a baby.

From what I can remember and what my Mother told me, the life changing moment came from an innocent infant mistake. Curious, little me was in my playpen, watching the new programming on PBS.

Interests of a child are fleeting. As my Mother was doing other house work in the kitchen my attention was turned to something else. On the floor, near my playpen was this long, brown thing. I reached for it and was able to pull it for fun.

Eventually, I pulled it enough to find an end. Being a baby and doing what babies do, I started putting it in my mouth. It was interesting, something different to chew on. Then there was a little, buzzing tingle, nothing much, but I didn’t know any better. So, I put it in my mouth again. It would be the last few moments I would definitely remember.

When I put it in my mouth, it felt like someone hit me square in the face with a frying pan, POW! I tried to scream, but I couldn’t; I couldn’t breath. I could still see and the room began to close in on me; I had blacked out.

My Mother came in to check on me. She saw me laying flat on my back with this electrical cord sticking in my mouth. She screamed and attempted to pry it from my mouth. The cord was still plugged into the outlet. It was the TV cord from the backside of the TV that came out and I put in my mouth.

She pulled the cord from the outlet and somehow got the other end out, but I wasn’t breathing. Crying and doing everything a Mother could do, she kept trying to revive me. Blowing and smacking me to get me breathing. Back then there was no CPR, only prayer. Many minutes passed and finally I did come back. She said I came back crying and breathing very deep like I was held under water being drowned.

My Father had just come home when I was crying. He asked what was going on with me. She never said anything to him about what happened; just that I was having one of those days. That day would be the one that changed me forever.

From the time I went down to the time I came back, I don’t remember much. The events didn’t even seem real. It was a fuzzy far off dream of something very vague, but yet very real. The kind of thing you can’t quite put your finger on.

Time went on and so did my life. Many years later I began to have very unusual dreams. Dreams that seemed so real and about people, places; things I didn’t know. It first happen when I was about 9-10 years old. It was the first time I made the connection.

We had planned a trip to Pewaukee to go swimming; I had never been there. On the way we stop at a store to pick up some picnic stuff and food. I got out to see what was around, but it was like I’ve been there before. Walking along the parking lot I knew where everything was. Next to the store is a small creek with some sparsely placed trees. As I walked by the creek, it slowly began to show itself. I had seen this in a dream a few weeks earlier. Every detail, from the trees, the creek, the store I had seen in the dream; even the store name, Sentry. I’ve never been there before, but there I was.

My sister was following me and as we were walking by the creek, I told her about how I seen this all before. That it was from a dream I had weeks ago. When I looked at her, this amazing, wonderful, warm feeling came over me. It was like the epiphany beyond all others. It was then I realized the awesome power given to me. From that day, I decided to remember all my dreams. I wanted to know for sure if this was real or not.

This was the first dream I used to actually predict the future. The day began like any other. I went to school completely unaware that it was the day of the ‘lights out’ dream. In the dream, we were in the cafeteria eating lunch. As we were sitting there, the lights went out. After a few seconds, the emergency lights came on.

I was in the classroom looking out the window just before lunch. A storm was moving in pretty fast. Off in the distance, flashes of lightening showed how big a storm it would be. The bell rang and we all went to lunch. I remembered the ‘lights out’ dream. In line, I began to decide if I would tell my friends about the dream or should I keep it to myself. It was not an easy thing to bring up at that age; for fear of being made fun of it if didn’t happen.

We were at the table eating and we started talking about the storm coming this way. I thought this might be the one time to bring it up. I began talking about this dream I had and about me and my friends sitting there having lunch. I told them about how the lights would go off and the emergency lights would come on. I even said I bet you a Million Dollars it will happen. Not more than 5 seconds later, it actually happened. The lights went off and a short bit later the emergency lights came on. My friends looked at me, jaws dropped and eyes popped. One even said, “Oh My God!”

It was then the awesome power revealed itself. I knew then what my purpose was. For all time, I am the One. After that day, I decided to keep most of the dreams to myself. The dreams I had were fantastic in some ways and horrifying in others. People, places, events, and things I had no idea would have such a major role in the history of the world.

However, as time went along, a different kind of seeing began to develop. It was the waking dream, very similar to the day dream, but much more focused. There are times when I will be thinking about something and the same thought reoccurs over and over. Like I’ve hit rewind on a video and watch the scene again and again.

I had these before, but not as pronounced the day I realized the connection. It was when I was working in Stevens Point, WI. I use to go to a place called Sentry Insurance. Under the building is a parking structure with a few levels. For some reason this thought came over me as I was riding the elevator up. What would happen if I was in the building and a bomb went off in the parking structure? It was unusual and weird; it came from nowhere. For days I kept thinking this over and over every time I went there. Until that one fateful afternoon I went home for lunch.

I had just walked in the door and Ann, my wife at the time, said to me, “Did you hear?” “Hear what?” I said. A bomb went off in Oklahoma City. I knew, I knew, I KNEW. Everything I was seeing was the explosion. I told Ann that I had this weird thought running through my head for days. That’s what I saw. I told her years before about how I can see the future in my dreams and that was the first time I had a waking dream.

After about a year, we had moved down to the Milwaukee area for my job. We had found a place to live in Waukesha, an apartment on the North end of town. During that time we had spent there, I had many more dreams and my waking dreams were getting stronger; more focused. Most of the events from the waking dreams were of events going on near home. The sleeping dreams were of things happening elsewhere.

Our time at the apartments was coming to a close because we had just bought a house on the South end of town. We also planned a trip out to Colorado in June; the year was 2001. This was a time of the most powerful dream I ever had. It was so powerful that when I woke, the sleeping dream and the waking dream merged together. Ever since then, they have been forever fused and focused. I had posted the dream in my blog last year.

The bed time sleepy was like any other, quite and full of heavenly unbounded restrictions. I was in the mist of virtual reality; seeing those things that are to happen. I've had these many times before; some good, some bad. This was the one that set them all apart.

It begins with the March of the military, ground personnel and equipment only. They make their move toward great populated cities. The March they make creates a loud sound of both feet and tread. All are focused on one goal; none waver; although many of them wonder. Some of them are looking at each other with that look of puzzlement, confusion, and disbelief.

As they moved, the scene changed to a view as if it were a television I was watching in a closed room. However, it was as if I was still there; in two places at once. It's a feeling I had never had before. The noise was still as loud and getting louder; Marching, Equipment, Weaponry and Orders all being played at once.

I tried to pull my focus away from the television, but something was forcing me to watch; like a Very Large Hand holding my head at the television. It seemed like someone was keeping me from looking elsewhere; to see something or discover something. A feeling that I was being lied to over came me; this changed to a feeling great determination and conviction. I WAS GOING SEE WHAT WAS NOT TO BE SEEN. With a massive thrust, I move away from the Hand and saw the City in Silhouette; the Sun behind the City. There I could see the Two Tall buildings above all others.

I could still hear the Great Army moving and Marching as I watched the Great City. This is the point near the end of the Dream. As I was looking at the Two Buildings, two Air Craft flew over my head; immediately followed a loud roar. They were flying directly towards the Two Buildings. As the Air Craft moved, I could see the shape, size; they did not look like regular planes. Just before they reached the Two Buildings, the Great Army stopped, as if they knew what was to happen. In that instant, when the planes hit the buildings, I woke up crying and screaming.

What sets this Dream apart from all others is that when I woke up, I was still seeing the Dream. I was Crying out loud and Yelling, "Oh My God! OH MY GOD! They're going to do it to us all." Ann woke up and wondered what was wrong; she began Yelling, "What's Wrong! What! What!" I was still seeing it happen. I calmed for a bit, but it was over taken by a wave that felt like Death. I jumped out of bed and went to the living room Crying. Ann followed and she asked me again, "What's wrong?” more calmly this time. I too began to settle down. I told her that I had a terrible dream that something awful was going to happen and I could still see it happening. I then turned to the balcony and went out to look for any sign some may be coming.

As I was standing there, Ann came to me again. She asked, "What is it?" I explained to her that there must be a reason for our planned trip to Colorado. That it could be this is the year the Third World War begins. I still had these images fresh in my mind. I looked at her sadly for a minute then turned out to the East side of the apartment. As I was looking, the Second Wave of Death hit me. I began crying again and yelling to her, "IT'S HAPPENING AGAIN, OH MY GOD! Oh my God NO! Please God, NO! Don't Let it happen. Please!" It was the fall of the second building I was seeing.

I eventually calmed down and explained to Ann that something terrible was going to happen this year, 2001. I told her she should watch the news and reports very carefully for any signs that something is happening. I explained that we would have very little time to act if something came true.

A few months past, it was Summer 2001, I was in my car thinking about a line in Nostradamus' Quatrain 72, Century X, "In the year 1999 and Seventh Month...” Thinking to my self, "The year 1999 has already past and nothing really happened. Why? The Dream, what does that mean? Two buildings lost, take away Two. The Seventh Month, Sept is 7, but September is the Ninth month, 9. Take away 2, Take away 2! 9 take away 2 is 7, the Seventh Month. 1999 is equal to some year take away 2. 2001! THIS IS THE YEAR! SEPTEMBER 2001! Oh my GOD!"

When the events of that day actually happened, I was taking my son to school. On the way back, I just heard about a plane hitting a building, but didn’t think anything of it. More than likely it was probably because I had just got home from working a night shift. I went to bed and didn’t find out till I got a call from Ann at work. She said to turn on the TV and see what’s going on. Just as I turned it on and was talking to her, the second building collapsed.

After that day, I’ve never been the same. The events caused a deep, harden connection. It was the kind of connection that triggered a morph in the seer. I began seeing a different connection that I had not seen before; One that has transformed the seer. I started to test this new connection soon after and it has put in to perspective the real Purpose of my being.

It begins with a simple thought; set in motion through time and space. It could be a good thought or it can be a bad thought; in any case, the thought becomes reality. Look at the postings carefully. Some of the Prophecies might not be Prophecies; they might a thought that was set in to motion by me, you, and everything around us.

Do not believe me, know me.

I am a Seer and I am a Maker; I am the One.

So Says the Jehocifer.