He Stopped at Nothing; Neither Did She

Something wasn’t right about him. It felt like something about him was so much darker than he was trying to portray; I realized it when he started acting in that strange code like the rest of them. He only brought it out at moments, but in those spaces within those timelines I wish I could erase already, he put together phrases and sentences that I can’t seem to yet forget – I will. We were spending time together, and spiritually our conversations had started getting quite heavy by now. I told him sometimes it’s like he becomes someone else for short times when I enter the dark timeline. He said to me, “I would be the one always warning you.” I didn’t ask him what he was warning me about; I couldn’t—I was too afraid to find the answer.

“Are you confused?” he asked.

Wait... what?

“Am I confused about what?”

I was quite annoyed by that accusatorily charged question. I knew he didn’t believe in my reality – he believed in reincarnation, in time travel, in his own power. I don’t know what I’m even doing here with him. He could see the red brush over her face, and her expression dim in front of him. How couldn’t he see he was insulting her all throughout and within her spiritual core? He couldn’t see her dreams. He didn’t even believe them – but for a time, she believed his. She didn’t know yet why he couldn’t believe in what she knew and what she received through her life’s transmission, yet she trusted and professed to him her very experience as she lived it. She didn’t know the darkness, the black hole she was tossing her whole being and energy into. It was going to swallow her and all she knew whole.

She turned the music louder so they couldn’t hear each other anymore, and she drew a smile upon her face. It wasn’t exactly genuine, the smile, but after crawling one’s way up mountains of tragedy and existential crises, they learn how to create a genuine experience of one—and it started with the motions sometimes. Her arms started moving first. She was sitting down. He already couldn’t stop staring because of the smile – it wasn’t even fully hers yet. The way she dressed wasn’t special – baggy clothes, even – but he always seemed to stare anyway. She told him he was too perfect, and she loved to stare too when it was her turn to. He sat there on the black leather office chair, and he looked original, refreshing. Even though his shirt had a tear in it, something about him was so brand new. Dressed in mostly black, but the white on his clothing was so strategically placed it made his outfit look vibrant. The chains he wore on his neck were like locks that kept his voice from letting out too much truth. He was hiding in hand-crafted trickery. I should have known. As she raised her hands in dance, then so did he. Like a lagging mirror, he liked to follow her lead. As she twirled her fingers, so did he; as she stood up, soon so did he; as she spun in dance rotations, then so did he. It was so much fun but also quite eerie – it was as if you couldn’t put your finger on why, though it was so. They would dance for hours, stopping between every so many songs to smoke or drink from silver flasks – he gave her one. She didn’t really care for aesthetic. He liked that about her. He felt superior in all ways—not just to her, to everyone. It seemed to be so. She wasn’t yet fully learned to trust her intuition through all the glitches and time-bleeds.

Why did she want to rip her heart out of her chest with the new black nails he gave her? Put it in a box with all her symbols on it—she could make some, she once knew how, and she could remember—the darkest box you could find, yet it shone, like he did – somehow. She could lock it not with a key but with a word. A secret she’s not sure she’ll tell him yet. She doesn’t even know if she’s going to present the box with heart, but she wishes she could rip her heart out – there must be a way, there is always a way. There was even a way to find the man from within her dreams – he says he is. But what is he trying to warn her about? If he was to warn her, why wouldn’t he just come out with it? Does he know something she doesn’t know, or does she know something that he doesn’t?? She wants to cut his essence out of her spirit. She doesn’t like him anymore. Because why is he so confusing?

They danced every day, for hours. For them, somehow, the time expanded, and the day had double the hours to spend. You couldn't tell this by looking at the clock, but you could sense it by the feeling of all. His moves seemed to mimic hers.

And then one day he said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to start copying you... and then it was fun, so I just copied you a lot. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.”

Wait... What???

He was so confusing, and the out-of-nowhere things he said had such dark undertones. Why would he seem to feel so guilty? Why wouldn’t she just leave?

Pride is one element that tethers one to the dark timeline. He was there, and he seemed to pull her in like they were magnets. She never had this much struggle to stay outside of that dimension, but with him she was flung into it nearly each day that followed. He read her story. She wrote it all down for him. She told him everything that was inside her mind, even the things she hid from herself for a time. She wanted their souls to touch and to communicate, not just in the third-dimensional main timeline. It was a very compelling notion. Captivating. She felt catalyzed by things he said, like they opened darkened corners of the spirit within her, so she had more fully awoken. She drew him a picture of her handing him the locked, majestic box that contained her lifeless heart. Her heart would revive if he wanted it to, but he wasn’t like that. He would keep it cold. On her knees, dark red blood cascading down her hands and from the box. Black t-shirt on, oversized, garnished with sigil-like scribblings; they weren’t really sigils, but he would assume that’s what they were underneath. They were instead silent screams that came from within the box that painted the symbols. Things like that just happened to things she created sometimes. She was looking so hopeful in the photo, but she also looked a little insane – the wide eyes, the unmatchable smile worn on her face that evoked confusion and wonderment in others even though they didn’t know why, as if she knew something no one else did. She thought he knew too, but she couldn’t confirm. The page she drew had rips and tears on it, because on some spots she scribbled quite rough. And then she dyed the paper grey too, for a nice effect. Burnt the edges. Passed it to him while the edge was still feeling warm.

This is stupid, but he is acting so suspiciously. After giving him the drawing, the corners of the page reignited and the picture was gone. She left knowing what that meant. This was not meant to be. She asked for a sign from God, and she couldn’t deny this one. He made it clear the sign would involve heaven’s fire, and unexplainably she just knew when she saw the flames. She picked up her box. How had it gotten there from outside the drawing? It was still dripping in blood. She unlocked the maze of locks on his door and trippingly ran out his front door, screaming for help. Suddenly she was dressed in an all-white lace dress, instead of her baggy clothes, and her hair was in an updo. She was wearing a silver choker, with a cross symbol at the back of the neck. And the blood was all over her – was she now bleeding too?

She dropped to her knees and cried, “Jesus! Jesus! Jesus, save me!”

And she woke up in another place, unsure what to call it. Unsure which timeline she was in now.

“I don’t think this is even a glitch or a bleed. I think it is something else I have never seen before,” she thought.

And then Jesus came to her through a hall before her filled with light, took her by the hand, and showed her truths from multiple dimensions over, that penetrated her timelines now. A dark ritual taking place almost 30 years prior. He showed her that man waking up from a dream and he kept going back to the same 30 years. He replayed this 30-year lifespan over and over like he was trapped – and she just kept moving past him.

When God gives you a sign, when He tells you to leave—please listen.

He would have killed her, whether he “knew what he was doing.”

Don’t think you are too far lost in rebellion to be saved. There are secrets and unseen truths out there that are trying to swallow you whole—they want you gone. Especially if you are chosen, they will stop at nothing.