Just Nineteen, A Sucker’s Dream: Writing Contest

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My awakening you could say was similar to someone turning an hour glass slowly on its opposite end until all the sand that was at the bottom, was now back on top. Throughout the last six months of my life, I had gone from being an 18 year old first year college student with scholarships and good grades to losing my job, my scholarships, being arrested, ending up in emergency room, and flunking out of school my first semester. You could say that the latter events all came in what seemed to me at the time as a train wreck of misfortune and bad luck; but as I look back, much like David Icke and his traumatic life following his awakening, it was all set into motion for a reason.

Growing up, I had always been interested in the paranormal and the unseen things in this reality. I would often ask for books on UFOs and haunted places for my birthday and spend countless hours watching any shows I could related to the subjects. As I grew older though the interests eventually faded into the back of my mind as I entered middle school and eventually high school. Such thoughts were replaced with girls, social life, and school life in general. It wasn’t until the summer before the beginning of college that that the interest sparked up again.

I suppose I owe a lot of credit to the internet for letting me dive into the vast amounts of knowledge I yearned for as a child but had not the resources to achieve it. I would spend sleepless nights searching for videos on space travel, parallel universes, aliens, conspiracy theories, and spirituality. Through these endless nights of killing my down time, I came across an interview with a man called David Icke. The video itself intrigued me as I had heard his name mentioned several times before but never really got the chance to listen to his ideas and ponder them.

Within the first five minutes of viewing I couldn’t keep my eyes off the screen and couldn’t stop listening to his story. Even though the video was around two hours long, it seemed like just a few moments as I was so captivated by his words. I had felt a connection with what he was saying, for the first time in my life I was listening to someone and fully understanding with my whole being what they were telling me. That night and video would help me fully realize the blindfold I had been wearing around my consciousness and would help me start my journey towards truly seeing this life for what it is.

Within a few months, I had started college. Within the first two or three weeks the initial joy of being in a new place of learning along with the mass amounts of new people I could talk with faded. I suddenly realized that this place I so looked forward to going to was nothing more than an amped up version of high school with a heavier work load and more useless babble that I couldn’t take to heart. I had actually even started to even miss high school because at least there I could see my friends and let my mind wander from time to time. At college it was a constant, boring, and dull flux of professors lecturing mixed with the frustration of confusing information.

As the months progressed I began to skip my classes and instead went to the library. I would lie down on the couches in a secluded part of the upper floor and just read. I picked up books on the string theory, time travel, and even books of cryptozoology. Anything that would stimulate my mind beyond the classes I was skipping. I would look up countless video after video on my laptop just taking in information. As happy as doing this made me, it did not help my grades and eventually I was at the bottom of the bottom. During the winter break I received a letter stating that I could not come back next semester or any semester after. It was the train wreck I saw coming but no matter how hard I tried to stay strong, the disappointment from my family was a hard cross to bear. The hopes and aspirations they had for me once they found out I had flunked it seemed had almost shrunk to zero. It didn’t help that my cousin who also started college that semester had made the Dean’s List and my plans for the future were nowhere to exist.

Eventually I became so pent up and yearning for an escape I sought to join the Air Force and perhaps regain some bit of dignity and provide a stable future for myself. At the time the promise of leaving my town for a better place where I could have solid source of income and a title was too good to pass up despite all I had heard about military life. Towards the end of December, I had even set up a time and date to meet with a recruiter so I could discuss the jobs I intended to go in for and when I could take my ASVAB (a standard military placement test). This is where the events start to unfold…

A day before my meeting with the recruiter, I had purchased a non-alcoholic energy/party buzz drink. I had gulped a few sips a few hours before I was going to meet some friends. Eventually the plans fell through and I was left alone for the night. Not feeling any effect of the drink, I went to the local store store to pick up a movie and some food. As I entered the store I could tell my stomach was twisting and I needed to vomit. I hurried with all my speed but eventually collapsed on the floor puking and struggling to get on my feet. In order to move the story along, I ended up in the bathroom of said store for about two hours throwing up in a toilet and convulsing. At some point an employee called the police in order to make sure I didn’t need to go to the hospital cause of my condition. When the police arrived they wasted no time in arresting me for “public intoxication” when in fact I simply had a stomach reaction to an ingredient in the drink.

After going to the police station where they asked me a few questions (and where I kept throwing up and convulsing) they tried to drive me to the jail in order to put me in a cell. Once I got there another officer said I was in no condition for that and that I should be taken to the ER instead (oh really?!) I was taken to the ER where I spent three days in the hospital recovering and recuperating.

As I lay in the hospital bed just thinking to myself, “How could I let this happen to me? Where did I go wrong? When did I make a wrong turn?” it occurred to me that such turmoil would only help me progress as a human and that I would just have to fight it out. Once I got home and situated it came to my mind that I had missed my recruiter meeting. The one thing that was probably going to change the course of my life…and I missed it.

From that point I realized that this event in my life had saved me. It had bought me more time to research, study, and examine what these events in my life meant. Instead of signing my life away to the government, I was given a second chance of sorts. I am thankful for the horrible night in the ER every day now as it altered the course of my life in a way I could never imagined. I am now more awakened than I ever have been and am focusing on trying to change this system in whatever way I can.

I am now dedicating my time on this earth to bringing peace and not joining the American Military Complex. I don’t have definitive plans for the future and that is just fine with me. The only real plan I need is to follow my intuition and let my heart guide me through this life. I will continue to learn more and more while trying to awake others who might be in my shoes. Stuck somewhere wondering what your purpose is and forced to follow your parent’s plan for you with college, degrees, and falling in line to this corrupt society. As long as I can help at least one person in this life I’ll know I’ve done my part.

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