The Man Who Broke Free

Justin A. Colberg
Copyright © 2019 by Justin A. Colberg

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 Dedication
To those who are not yet spiritually awake and trying to make
sense of the crazy world we live in.

Thank you. You have given me the motivation to write this book.
I hope it brings you the knowledge and enlightenment you’ve been
searching for.
 Contents

Preface ................................................................................................ 1
Chapter 1 ........................................................................................... 6
Chapter 2 ......................................................................................... 27
Chapter 3 ......................................................................................... 49
Chapter 4 ......................................................................................... 71
Chapter 5 ......................................................................................... 91
Chapter 6 ...................................................................................... 115
 Preface

Some people go through life blindly accepting the world as it is

and never once questioning the nature of their reality. Most of us are
programmed from birth with these preconceived notions on how the
world works. You go to school, you graduate college, you get a job,
you pay your taxes, you get married, you buy a house, you have chil-
dren, you retire, and then you live out the rest of your life until you
die, hopefully peacefully in your sleep, sometime in your nineties.
That’s how the system’s designed to work if you’re fortunate enough,
right? Then your soul moves on to Heaven where you reunite with
your loved ones and worship an all-loving God for all of eternity.
What if I told you the system was rigged? What if I told you that
everything was a lie? Religion. The media. The education system. Is it
possible that all of these are just tools which are being used as a form
of control for the purpose of manipulating the masses to believe cer-
tain ideologies? If so, who are the puppet masters that are pulling the
strings from behind the scenes? Is it a group of power-hungry indi-
viduals who are hell-bent on world domination? Would it be plausible
to consider that these same individuals are in turn being manipulated
themselves by someone or something else?
This book will explore these questions and much more. It is in-
tended to open people’s minds to new ways of thinking, as well as
expand people’s level of awareness to the point where the reader will
never be able to look at the world the same again. In order to accom-
plish this daunting task, the reader must be willing to set aside their
previous beliefs in order to comprehend some of the material that will
be discussed in this story.
We will take aim at some of life’s most philosophical mysteries,
such as what our purpose here is on Earth both as a collective species
and as an individual being. Are we really all connected as one? Is
separation merely an illusion? If so, who is creating this illusion? Is
the God of the Old Testament really Satan is disguise keeping our
souls trapped in third dimensional bodies like the Gnostics believed?
If so, then who is the God of the New Testament who ultimately de-
feats Satan and creates a new Heaven and Earth for his people to reign
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in for all eternity? Is this the true all-loving God, or is this simply a
case of “meet the new boss, same as the old boss?”
We will also explore the ancient astronaut theory which suggests
that we were visited in our ancient past by extraterrestrials sometimes
referred to as “gods.” Did these off-world beings really exist? If so,
did they have malicious intentions of enslaving us for a much larger
agenda, or were they a benevolent race who came here to help jump-
start human civilization?
I have chosen to incorporate these esoteric topics into this book
because I believe they are key to understanding who we really are and
what we must do to reclaim our sovereignty. I do not claim to have all
the answers, and therefore not everything you will read within these
pages should be taken as factual. If I wanted people to simply take my
word on everything I say, would I be any better than a preacher who
expects people to believe everything in the Bible to be truth and to
never question anything? I consider religion to be a form of slavery
for the mind, as it does not allow a person think outside of a particular
paradigm, and that is why I encourage those who read my book to do
outside research and form your own conclusions.
My own research was done through countless of hours of docu-
mentaries, books, research papers, and YouTube videos from various
sources. One source I would highly recommend is the Wes Penre Pa-
pers by Wes Penre. This is perhaps the most comprehensive source of
information you will find regarding everything that will be discussed
in this book. You can find them online for no cost. In fact, he also has
his own YouTube channel and discussion forum where he interacts
with people who are interested in his work.
I would also be remiss not to mention Wayne Bush’s website,
trickedbythelight.com. There is information plentiful on his page
ranging from the tunnel of light that people claim to see when passing
over being a death trap for the soul, to why the sun and the moon
aren’t actually what we’ve been led to believe they are.
Have I gotten your attention yet? If you’re new to this sort of ma-
terial, some of what you will read in my story will likely be
confusing, overwhelming, outrageous, and even blasphemous. How-
ever, for those who have some knowledge of the occult, or for those
who simply understand something is wrong with the world we live in,
some of what I say may actually make sense.

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 I began my spiritual journey during the summer of 2017 and ha-
ven’t looked back since. What really got it all started for me was
when I started contemplating why no one seemed to have the answers
to any of life’s biggest questions. Where did the human race come
from? Why is there so much evil in the world? What happens to us
when we die? What will the world look like in the future? I thought it
would be fascinating if I could one day find out the answers to these
important questions. Little did I know how much would change once I
began discovering the truth. The first major change that occurred was
that I no longer considered myself to be Catholic. Once I learned
about the astral realm and how it works, it became easy for me to de-
program myself from what religion teaches us about Heaven and Hell.
In an infinite universe, it now seems completely ridiculous to me that
a person only has two choices of where they can go after their lifetime
on Earth comes to an end.
The fact of the matter is that we are constantly being lied to by
our religions, our history books, our government, our media, and our
scientists. We’re living in a world where everything is inverted, and
the only way to break free from this matrix is to do your own research
and draw your own conclusions. Unfortunately, there is a lot of disin-
formation out there, but there is also plenty of good information if
you’re using the proper resources.
I have chosen to incorporate what I consider to be truths juxta-
posed with a fictional narrative, so at the very least the reader will still
hopefully find the book to be entertaining, even if they take nothing
else from it. Much of our history is convoluted, and therefore, much is
open to interpretation. There is no one person or book that has all the
correct answers. One must connect the dots and find the missing piec-
es to the puzzle for themselves in order to make better sense of life.
For those who take the time to read my book from front to cover, I do
hope you learn something. However, if you ultimately decide to dis-
regard everything as nonsense, I commend you for at least
considering the other side of the spectrum. Either way, I hope you en-
joy my story, so buckle up and prepare yourself for a wild ride!

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Chapter 1

It was a rainy Friday morning in New York City. Dean Gallagher

was fast asleep when the crackling sound of thunder woke him up
from his dream. He rolled over and checked his alarm clock. Just per-
fect, Dean thought. It was 9 o’clock and class started at 10:15. That
gave him about a half hour to leave the house.
Dean was not known for being much of a morning person, and
today was no different. He quickly jumped out of bed and started to
prepare for the day ahead. Perhaps it was Dean’s lack of motivation in
school that caused him to develop such bad habits. Even though he
was in the first semester of junior year in college, he had still not de-
clared his major. In fact, he had not put much thought into what he
would be doing with his life after he graduated Richmond University.
His motivation appeared to be lessened even more today given
the gloomy weather, and coupled with the fact that it was his birthday
weekend. All that was on his mind was how he was going to celebrate
his twenty-first birthday later that night with his friends. Now that he
was of legal drinking age, he was glad he would no longer need his
fake ID to get into bars. Nothing would be off limits for him now that
he was officially an adult.
But first thing’s first. Dean grabbed his jacket and car keys and
headed for the door.
“Good luck on your history test today, honey,” Dean’s mom
shouted. “I’m sure you’ll do great.”
Shit, Dean thought. He had forgotten that he had an exam today.
“Thanks mom,” Dean shouted back as he walked out of the
house.
He got into his car and pulled out of the driveway. As he began
driving to school, he started to think about the dream he had last
night. He dreamt he was being attacked by vampires. But these
weren’t the ordinary type that bite your neck and suck your blood.
These were energy-draining, parasitic vampires.
Dean recalled being in a dark alley and seeing three shadowy fig-
ures approach him. He could not see their faces, but the mere

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presence of them was enough to intimidate him. He soon realized it

was their intention to cause him fear, as this was their way of nourish-
ing themselves. The more fearful he was, the more powerful they
became. Dean looked for a way out, but he was too frozen with trepi-
dation to even move. One of the shadowy figures stepped forward and
told him there was no use trying to escape since they had him cor-
nered with nowhere to go.
Dean could feel the color flush from his face as his whole body
went numb. These ghastly beings were stealing his life force straight
from his soul.
Just as he felt like he was about to die, a hooded figure came
from seemingly out of nowhere and began speaking in a language
Dean had never heard of before. It was almost as if he was using some
sort of incantation to repel the monstrous creatures. They immediately
fled the ally and the unknown hero who came to Dean’s aid helped
him to his feet.
“Th-thank you,” Dean stuttered, still trying to process what had
just happened. “But, who are you?”
He handed Dean a crumbled up piece of paper. The words “lumi-
nous spirit” were all that was written on it. Just as the mystery man
was about to remove his hood to reveal himself, Dean was woken up
from the storm he was now driving in.
The rain was coming down hard, and with the immense traffic,
Dean knew there was no way he was making it on time to class this
morning. He dreaded having to walk in late to class on a normal day,
let alone on a day when he was scheduled to have an important exam-
ination in a subject that he was already doing poorly in. He knew his
professor wouldn’t cut him any slack either by giving him extra time
if he needed it. Mr. Jordan wasn’t known for being a very understand-
ing professor. One time Dean has asked if he could do an extra credit
assignment to help boost his grade. He responded with, “If you can’t
do the regular credit, why should you deserve to be given extra cred-
it?”
So much for willing to make the extra effort. It was almost as if
he couldn’t care less if his students failed his course.
Dean thought back to his dream. If those psychic vampires were
here right now, they would be having a feast on his stress and anxiety.
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Of course, he didn’t actually believe in such fantasies. He realized his

dream was most likely the product of his overactive imagination from
watching one too many horror movies.
Nonetheless, there was an unusual sense of uneasiness that Dean
was feeling this morning and he couldn’t help but wonder whose face
would’ve been hiding underneath that hood had he not been woken up
so unceremoniously. And what did the words “luminous spirit” mean?
The rain began to subside as Dean pulled into the parking lot on
campus. He was already ten minutes late and it would take him an
additional five minutes to walk to the building where his class was
located.
He entered the building, hurried up two flights of stairs, and en-
tered room 210. Fortunately for him, everyone seemed to be too
focused on filling in their Scantrons with their number two pencils to
notice anyone had walked into the room. He made the long stroll
across the lecture hall to Mr. Jordan’s desk in what felt like an eterni-
ty and picked up a copy of the exam. “Nice of you to join us Mr.
Gallagher,” said the white-haired, scruffy college professor. “Good
luck to you.” Dean gave a half-hearted smile as he took a seat at his
desk.
At least it’s a multiple choice test, Dean thought. How hard could
it be? Dean took a look at the first question and immediately knew he
was in trouble. Two out of the five choices read, “All of the above”
and “Only ‘A’ & ‘C’.” Dean hated trick questions like this. He looked
up at his professor and saw he was now sitting at his desk playing on
his phone. Dean had never cheated on a test before, but he could not
afford to fail another history test. He was already failing the course,
and another bad grade would surely doom him for the semester. His
mother was struggling to afford to put Dean through college. Ever
since his dad had passed away three years ago from a sudden heart
attack, money had been tight for the Gallaghers, and he did not want
to let his mom down. He was close enough to the girl sitting next to
him to see her answers. He tried his best to glance over without turn-
ing his head too much, as he did not want to make it obvious to
anyone what he was doing.
Dean was making good progress cheating his way through the
exam when his stomach made a loud growl. He was in such a rush to
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get to class that he did not have time to eat breakfast this morning,
and he was now feeling the repercussions of that poor decision.
Mr. Jordan looked up and noticed Dean’s wandering eyes.
“Mr. Gallagher, may I have a word with you please?” Mr. Jordan
shouted sternly.
Dean’s heart sunk in his chest. He knew he had been caught.
He walked slowly outside the room where he met his professor
privately in the hall.
“Now I hate to have to ask you this, but I couldn’t help but notice
you paying a lot of attention to Ms. Owens and I don’t get the feeling
it has anything to do with you having eyes for her,” the professor said
sarcastically.
Michelle Owens wasn’t exactly a looker, but Dean knew she was
an intellectual and it would’ve been highly likely he would’ve scored
quite well on the exam if he had been more careful. At this point,
Dean realized he had two options. He was either going to have to
come clean and admit he cheated, or he would have to deny every-
thing.
“Did you feel the need to cheat your way through my test because
you failed to put in the proper preparations, Mr. Gallagher?” Mr. Jor-
dan asked interrogatively.
“No, sir,” Dean replied without much thought. He had little time
to decide which way he wanted to play this out and decided he was
just going to roll with whatever came out of his mouth.
“That is most interesting. So you’re going to tell me that if I were
to call Ms. Owens out here with us to show us her answers, they
wouldn’t be exactly the same as yours?”
Dean felt like he was going to vomit as his stomach turned in
knots. He was certain the professor was toying with him at this point,
but he had already committed himself to the lie and felt he had no
choice but to keep going along with it.
“No, sir,” Dean reiterated in a much softer voice than before. His
only hope at this point was to pray that his classmate had gone back
and altered some of her answers. Dean was not a religious man, how-
ever, and he had no reason to believe today would be the day that a
God he did not believe in would grant him a miracle.
“Very well,” Mr. Jordan said somberly. “Wait here.”
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With that, the visibly agitated professor went back inside the
classroom and called Michelle Owens over to his desk. Dean watched
in angst as Mr. Jordan compared both Scantrons beside one another. It
felt like an eternity has passed by before he finally raised his head and
narrowed his eyes into a menacing stare aiming in Dean’s direction.
Dean could feel the sweat dripping from his forehead as his mind
began to race. His mom was going to kill him when she found out
what he had done. Wasting her money by failing the course would be
bad enough, but what if he got expelled on top of that? He doubted
he’d be allowed back in the house. He was planning out scenarios in
his head which the consequences of his actions would likely lead to
when he was brought back to reality by his professor.
“I’m very disappointed in you, Dean,” Mr. Jordan said as he
marched his way back to the hallway. Dean knew by the tone of his
voice and the fact he had called him by his first name that he was in
big trouble.
“Not only did you decide to cheat on my exam, but you lied
about it as well. I’m going to have no choice but to inform the head of
department about this very serious infraction and let them handle it
accordingly. Until then, I cannot welcome you back into my class.
Good day to you, Mr. Gallagher. I hope you use the rest of your time
wisely and think about you’ve done.”
Mr. Jordan closed the door and Dean stood frozen in disbelief at
how quickly everything had unraveled. He collected himself and
sulked into a nearby empty chair. He cupped his hands over his face
as he contemplated what he was going to do next. He had suddenly
become a man with no direction in life. Dean looked outside and saw
it had started raining again. This was not the way he intended on cele-
brating his birthday weekend. He no longer had any desire to go out
partying with his friends later in the evening. He just wanted to go
back home and lay in his bed. Maybe when he woke up, this whole
nightmare would be over.
Dean’s stomach growled again. It was getting close to noon and
he hadn’t eaten anything all day. He wanted to contact his friends to
let them know what happened and that he wouldn’t be able to go out
with them later, but first he decided it would be wise for him to go to
the cafeteria to grab some lunch. The school lunch room was located
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on the other side of the campus, and with the rain falling again, he
would need to make a run for it. But first, he needed to use the bath-
room.
Dean entered the men’s room, and as he used the urinal, he no-
ticed an umbrella laying on the side of one of the stalls. There was
nobody else in the bathroom with him, so he assumed someone must
have forgotten it. He zipped up his pants and washed his hands. He
took another look around and saw there was no one in sight. He
grabbed the umbrella and decided he would use it to protect himself
from the storm. As he left the bathroom, he saw Mr. Jordan walking
in his direction. He put his head down as he passed by and hoped his
professor wouldn’t say anything to him.
“What is that you’re holding underneath your arm, Mr. Gal-
lagher?” Mr. Jordan shouted as his voice echoed throughout the hall.
“Is that my umbrella? I’ve been looking all over for that!”
Once again, Dean was forced to think on his feet and come up
with an answer that would not get him into more trouble than he was
already in. If it really was his professor’s umbrella, he couldn’t let
him think he was stealing it for himself.
“I don’t know, sir. I found it in the bathroom and was just going
to return it to the lost and found,” Dean said trying to sound as reas-
suring as he could.
“Oh, really? Is that way you’re walking in the direction of the ex-
it? The last time I checked, the lost and found was located that way.”
Mr. Jordan pointed in the opposite direction of where Dean was head-
ed.
Dean stared blankly at his professor. Every time he opened his
mouth, he got caught in a lie, so he figured it would be best to say
nothing at this point. Mr. Jordan extended his hand in a gesture that
would suggest he was waiting for Dean to hand the umbrella over to
him. Not wanting to stir the pot any further, Dean relinquished it.
“If you’re fortunate enough to be allowed back into my class, I’ll
be sure to keep a closer eye on my belongings,” Mr. Jordan said sar-
castically. “I do hope this is the last time we cross paths today, Mr.
Gallagher.” He shook his head as he walked away.
Dean stood in awe. His day couldn’t possibly get much worse. It
was bad enough that his professor caught him cheating, but now he
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thought he was a thief and a liar on top of that. Mr. Jordan already had
it out for him before all of this happened, and now it seemed inevita-
ble that his folly would lead to his collegiate doom.
He checked his cell phone for the time, and underneath it he no-
ticed today’s date was Friday the thirteenth. Dean was not a
superstitious man, but he couldn’t help but wonder if he had run him-
self into a stroke of bad luck. It all started, of course, with that strange
dream he had last night. Who was the man who came to his rescue?
And why did he hand him that piece of paper with the words “lumi-
nous spirit” written on it? Dean immediately felt foolish for
contemplating the significance of a meaningless dream. He had
enough on his plate to deal with.
Dean exited the building and walked as fast as he could to the
cafeteria. The cold rain fell on his head, and he appeared to be the on-
ly one on campus without an umbrella or some type of protective
head gear. He was soaked by the time he reached his destination, but
he was too hungry to even care about how wet he was. He got on line
and ordered a bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich. He poured himself a
cup of soda, paid at the register, and found a seat in the middle of one
of the tables. He texted his friend John Newman to let him know that
he wouldn’t be able to go out later in the evening. Dean had known
John since high school, and they had always gone out on the week-
ends and partied together. Now that he was turning twenty-one, he
knew John wouldn’t be happy when he got his text. Sure enough, not
even five minutes after he sent the text, his phone rang. Dean took a
deep breath and accepted the call.
“Dude, what do you mean you’re not coming out tonight? We
had this whole weekend planned since last month!” John exclaimed.
“I know, man, I know. I just can’t do it right now. I have too
much going on. I think I might be getting expelled from school.”
“What? How? What did you do, beat someone up at recess?”
John laughed at his own bad joke.
John had been out of school for 3 years now, having never went
to college, so the idea of his best friend being kicked out of school
sounded childish to him.
“Not quite. I got caught cheating on a test by my professor and he
said he’s going to report it to the head of the department. He also
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caught me stealing from him and lying to him about it, so that’s not
likely going to help my case much either.”
“Wow, Dean. When did you become such a bad boy? You turn
twenty-one and all of a sudden you start living life on the edge?”
“I’m glad you can find humor in my misery,” Dean said morose-
ly. “I’m going to finish eating my food and head back home for the
rest of the day.”
“And do what? Be miserable for the rest of the weekend? You
don’t know for sure if you’re really getting expelled, and even if you
are, the best remedy for you would be to go out and get drunk to for-
get about all of this.”
“Maybe you’re right,” Dean confessed. “But right now I just need
some time alone. Let me go home and relax for a while and I’ll let
you know about later tonight.”
“Sounds good. You know me and the crew will be waiting for
you, Dean. Don’t let us down.”
Dean hung up the phone and threw out his garbage. He left the
cafeteria and raced towards the parking lot as the rain once again
poured down on him. As he began to drive, he wondered what he
would tell his mother when he walked through the door. She worked
from home on Fridays, and she would almost certainly greet him
when he arrived and ask how his exam was. He would have to lie to
her and say that it went well, although Dean knew he already proved
once today that lying wasn’t exactly his specialty.
“Hotel California” by the Eagles began playing on the radio and
Dean turned up the volume. It was one of his favorite songs and he
sang along to the words as he made his way home. The last verse of
the song played as he pulled into his driveway-- You can check out
any time you like, but you can never leave!
Dean thought about how appropriate the timing of this lyric was,
as he knew he very well may never be able to leave his house again if
his mom found out he had been expelled from college. He turned off
the radio and got out of his car. He got home much quicker than he
had anticipated. With it being early afternoon, there wasn’t much traf-
fic on the roads. That was unfortunate, as this was the one time he
wished there was some traffic, so he could drift away to the music and
get his mind off of the train wreck of a day he was having. Music al-
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ways seemed to take him to another place no matter what mood he

was in. Nonetheless, he reached the front door and turned his key,
bracing himself for the inevitable.
Surprisingly, he was able to open the door without making too
much noise. He was beginning to think he might be able to sneak up-
stairs to his room without his mother noticing. He quietly closed the
door and took off his shoes. Dean and his mom lived in an old house
and the stairs normally creaked when walking on them, so he didn’t
want to take any chances. He could hear his mom typing away on her
laptop in the kitchen. Dean knew she was likely too enthralled with
her work to care if he was home even if she did hear him. Neverthe-
less, he tip-toed his way carefully up the stairs. He was more than
halfway there when one of the stairs made a sudden high-pitched
squeak.
“Honey, is that you?” Dean’s mom shouted out. She got up and
walked over to the living room to see her son standing over the ban-
nister with his shoes in his hands.
“Why are you holding your shoes?” she asked. “You never take
off your shoes when you come in the house. I usually have to yell at
you to remove them.”
“Well, uh, it was raining outside and I didn’t want to get the
floors dirty. I know you just cleaned them yesterday,” Dean said ap-
prehensively. The only reason he knew this was because his mom had
yelled at him the day before for stepping on the wet floor with his
dirty shoes right after she had just finished mopping.
Dean’s mom looked at him and scoffed at the idea that Dean had
all of a sudden become concerned about coming into the house with
his shoes on. She was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt,
however.
“I’m glad to hear you’re finally starting to care about keeping the
house clean. Now tell me, how did that history test go today?”
Dean, again not having much time to think, rolled with whatever
came out of his mouth. “I thought it went well. There were some
questions I weren’t too sure about, but I took an educated guess on
them. I felt like I did the best I could.”
“That’s what I like to hear. Your father was always interested in
history, you know. Maybe you should consider taking it up as your
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major. You’re in your junior year now Dean and you still haven’t de-
cided yet on your career path. Don’t you think it’s time to seriously
think about your future? Or are you planning on living with your
mommy your whole life?”
Dean rolled his eyes. “I know, mom. I’m going to declare my
major soon, don’t worry. Now let me go to my room. I need to get
changed and relax.”
“Alright, just don’t forget to put out the trash later before you go
out tonight.”
Dean nodded and walked to his room. On a normal day, he had to
be reminded more than once by his mom to put out the trash. Now,
with all that he had on his mind, taking out a smelly bag of garbage
was the least of his concerns. He still wasn’t sure if he was going to
go out later. Right now he just wanted to lay in his bed and take a nap.
He got undressed, put on his pajamas, and crawled underneath the
blankets which were already pulled down and waiting for him. Dean’s
room was typically messy and he rarely bothered to make his bed. He
didn’t see the point of wasting time in the morning with that, especial-
ly when he was known for constantly being late.
Dean was a deep sleeper and it didn’t take long for him to fall in-
to a dream state. The last time he was asleep, he dreamt he was being
attacked by vampires. This time, he was even less prepared for what
he was about to encounter. He was having a lucid dream that he was
trapped in another realm. He did not know where he was, but he was
fully aware that it was all a product of his imagination. It had to be.
After all, dreams weren’t real, and so there was no way anything bad
could happen to him. And even if it did, the worst case scenario
would be that he would simply wake up. Dean had experienced dying
in dreams before and he always woke up whenever that occurred.
Just as he had set his mind at ease, he felt a presence near him.
He could not see or hear anything, but he could feel something lurk-
ing nearby. He immediately started to run in the opposite direction,
but he stumbled and fell face-first into the ground. Dean could feel the
shadowy figure moving closer towards him. He staggered to his feet
and reached out for something to grab onto, but realized there was a
brick wall blocking his path. It was a dead end. He looked for another
way to turn, but it was too dark for him to see. The entity was closing
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in on him. Dean anticipated this would be the part where he gets his
head decapitated by a machete and wakes up in his bed in a deep
sweat. Instead, he suddenly saw a bright light illuminate a new path
for him to run. There was a lady holding up a lantern waving her hand
frantically at him.
“This way, hurry!” the mysterious lady said as she implored
Dean to follow her.
Dean didn’t think twice about it as he let her lead the way. He
could sense they were losing whatever it was that was following them
as they turned down several long passages to what felt like an endless
maze. Dean was beginning to tire from running, but the lady refused
to let up. She had gone way out in front of him to the point where
Dean could no longer see the light from her lantern. Suddenly, he
heard a voice call out from the end of the corridor.
“Over here, Dean. You’ll be safe here,” the lady shouted reassur-
ingly.
Dean started to feel reluctant following the stranger. She had
such a specific purpose. He began to wonder if she was really trying
to help him or lead him further astray. He didn’t have much choice
though, since he didn’t know of any other way to go. He followed her
voice and soon caught up with her. She held up the lantern in front of
her. The white light shined so brightly in Dean’s face that it nearly
blinded him.
“Step into the light, Dean. Don’t be afraid.”
The lady lowered her lantern, and Dean was finally able to get a
good look at her face. Dean was surprised to see that she was an at-
tractive young woman, maybe in her mid-20s. She was grinning from
ear-to-ear, in what appeared to be a sinister gesture. He knew some-
thing didn’t seem right. He turned around and noticed there was a
light shimmering in the distance that appeared to be a doorway. Dean
pondered whether the portal was his way out of the maze. He turned
back around and noticed the lady holding the lantern was gone, alt-
hough he could still feel her presence.
If only I had a way of lighting up this place on my own, Dean
thought. And just like that, he felt something appear in his pocket. It
was a flashlight! He was astounded by the convenience of having his

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desires manifest instantaneously, but then he remembered that he was

still dreaming and nothing was real.
Dean whipped out the flashlight and switched it on. He immedi-
ately regretted doing so, as he was not prepared for what was there
staring back at him. It was a haggard old lady with black hollow eyes
and a twisted grin that made Dean’s blood curl. He turned his atten-
tion back to the doorway that would hopefully lead to his escape and
end this nightmare.
“Come on, Dean. Stay with me. It gets lonely down here and I
could use some company.” The old lady cackled as her flesh began to
rot off her face as she walked slowly towards a petrified Dean Gal-
lagher.
“Not a chance,” Dean muttered as he raced towards the exit. As
he passed through the light, he felt himself returning back to his body,
but something wasn’t quite right. He found himself unable to move
from the fetal positon he was laying in. Dean had a tendency of curl-
ing up into a ball while he slept, which he normally had no problem
unravelling from once he woke up. This time, however, he was ren-
dered paralyzed and didn’t know what to do.
As if his situation wasn’t already bad enough, he now saw a sil-
houette near his bed. He couldn’t turn his head to see who it was, but
he assumed it must be his mother since she was the only other person
in the house. Dean was hoping she would yell at him to wake up, as
she would sometimes do when he slept for too long. It seemed like
that would be the only way he would awaken from his immobile state.
Dean didn’t hear anything, however. Instead, he felt the silhouette
hover over him and he had an eerie feeling that he recognized it. It
definitely did not belong to his mother.
It was the same malevolent presence that was chasing him
through the labyrinth in his dream! It had almost a demonic feel to it,
as if it was either trying to possess Dean or kill him. Still unable to
move, he tried to force himself to go back to sleep. He didn’t know
how else to end this hellish experience he was having. Suddenly, he
heard Ozzy Osbourne’s voice sing, “I’m going off the rails on a crazy
train.” His phone was going off to his ringtone of the popular classic
rock song, “Crazy Train.” Dean never leapt so high out of bed in his
life. He also never felt so grateful to be awake. His phone stopped
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ringing as he reached across his nightstand to pick it up, and he saw

he had a missed call from John.
Dean looked at the time, which displayed 5:15 in bright red num-
bers on his alarm clock. About a minute later, he received a text
message from John asking if he was still planning on coming out lat-
er. After contemplating it for a moment, he decided it would probably
be best for him to go out and try to enjoy himself. Too many strange
occurrences were happening to him lately and he didn’t feel like being
stuck in his room by himself. He certainly wasn’t going back to sleep
anytime soon after what had just happened.
He texted his friend back letting him know he’ll be ready to be
picked up at his house in about an hour. For the first time all day,
Dean started to feel a sense of excitement about going out with his
friends. He made his way to the bathroom and jumped in the shower.
Dean was known for taking long showers, as he normally did most of
his thinking while he was scrubbing himself. He found himself re-
playing in his head all of the events that occurred from the morning.
Everything from the hooded man in his dream who rescued him from
those vampires, to having been caught cheating on his history exam,
to having a lucid dream about being chased by some evil entity who
seemingly made it through to the physical world.
Maybe it’s still here, Dean thought. What if I accidently sum-
moned a spirit from another realm and bounded it here for eternity?
Dean immediately dismissed the idea as outrageous. He didn’t believe
in the supernatural and some weird dream he had wasn’t going to
change his mind. He’d be lying to himself though if he said he
wouldn’t feel uneasy falling back asleep in his room tonight while
sober. He intended on consuming plenty of alcohol later on so that
when he did crash in his bed, he wouldn’t remember anything about
what happened to him earlier in the day.
Dean felt himself trailing off in his thoughts again as he sham-
pooed his hair. He was fairly certain he was clean by now and began
to feel like he had lost track of time. He turned off the water and
walked out of the shower. He wrapped himself in a towel and checked
the time on his phone. Approximately forty-five minutes had gone by.
He quickly got dressed and put on his Burberry cologne. It was one of
the strongest scents he owned, and he wanted to make sure he smelled
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particularly alluring tonight. He was a single guy celebrating his arri-

val into adulthood, so he was prepared for whatever the night might
bring. Even though he hardly considered himself to be a lady’s man,
Dean often ended up talking to girls while he was partying with his
friends. He always seemed to benefit from their jovial personalities
despite being more reserved himself.
Dean heard a car beeping outside his house and figured it had to
be John. He always honked his horn whenever he came to pick him
up. He hurried down the stairs and bolted towards the front door.
When he got outside, he saw his friend’s silver Honda Civic parked
across the street by a fire hydrant. John noticed the extra pep in
Dean’s step as he unlocked the passenger door for him.
“Someone seems anxious to get the party started tonight,” John
said. “What’s going on with you? I was getting worried at first that
you weren’t coming out and now you look like you have a firecracker
up your ass.”
“It’s a long story,” Dean admitted. “I’ll tell you about it on the
way. Why don’t we stop at Wendy’s first? I’m starving, and I don’t
want to be on an empty stomach with all the drinking I plan on doing
later on with you guys.”
“Speaking of which,” John said in a mellow tone. “It looks like
Rob isn’t going to make it tonight. He said something came up last
minute with his girlfriend, but he’ll make it up to you next time he
sees you.”
“What a surprise,” Dean said as he rolled his eyes. He had known
Rob even longer than he knew John, but he seemed to constantly
make excuses on not being able to hang out ever since he found a girl-
friend. As much as he was happy for his friend for finding love, he
couldn’t help but feel some resentment towards him for missing out
on such an important night of his life.
Dean finished telling John about his paranormal experience as
they pulled into the Wendy’s parking lot.
John studied Dean carefully. “You’re really spooked out by this
aren’t you?” he observed. “Dude, it sounds like you just had a bad
case of sleep paralysis. It’s happened to me several times throughout
my life. Don’t put too much stock into it. As for there being a demon
in your bedroom, I think it’s safe to say that was just a product of
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your subconscious projecting the fear of not being able to move out of
your sleep.”
“I don’t know, man. I just have the feeling there’s something
more to it. I normally don’t believe in any supernatural nonsense, but
this whole day has been too weird for me.”
Dean and John walked into Wendy’s and they each ordered a 4
for $4 meal. They grabbed a table in the corner by the front entrance
and sat down to eat. Dean removed the wrapping on his burger and
looked at it in disgust.
“Unbelievable,” Dean muttered. “I specifically asked for only let-
tuce and tomato and they included mayo.”
John chuckled. Dean had been a picky eater ever since he’d
known him, and he always got mad whenever someone messed up his
order. “Go bring it back,” he said. “Don’t take too long. I’ll probably
be done with my food by the time you return.”
Not a moment after Dean got up from his chair did his phone go
off. John, being the nosy-body that he is, glanced over and saw there
was a text message from Dean’s mom berating him for forgetting to
take out the garbage. When Dean came back with his new sandwich
in hand, John was ready to bust on him.
“You received a text message from your mommy.” John made a
gesture with his hands as he said the word “mommy” in a mocking
manner. “It looks like someone forgot to put out the trash before they
left the house.”
Dean’s face went red. “You weren’t supposed to see that,” he
said. “You have nothing better to do than to spy on my text messag-
es?”
“Relax, it’s not that big of a deal. Besides, you’re the one who
left your phone on the table for the world to see. Don’t blame me for
your absent mindedness. So tell me, does your mom give you an al-
lowance every time you do your chores? Because if she does, then I
expect you to pick up the tab the next time we go out for an expensive
meal like this,” John said sarcastically as he sipped the last few drops
of his Sprite.
“Very funny,” Dean retorted. “Speaking of allowances, I suppose
your mom doesn’t give you one otherwise you surely would’ve
bought me a gift for my birthday.”
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“I don’t need an allowance because I work for my own money.

Something you may have to start doing soon if you wind up getting
kicked out of college. Besides, we never buy each other gifts for our
birthdays and you know that. I will, however, buy you as many drinks
as it will take to get you drunk tonight.”
Dean received another text message.
“What happened now? Did you forget to feed the dog?” John
knew that Dean didn’t have any pets but sometimes it was just too
hard to resist teasing him.
“No, but it looks like Chris and Jeff are already at the bar.” Dean
showed John the text message of the picture Jeff sent of the two of
them holding a beer in their hands.
“They couldn’t wait, could they?” John mused. “Hurry up and
finish your meal and let’s get out of here before they start picking up
girls and forget about us.”
Dean shoved the last piece of his burger in his mouth and they
both headed back to John’s car. The bar they were going to was about
a thirty-minute drive from where they were. Although with the way
John drove, it wouldn’t be a surprise if they got there sooner.
John put on the sports talk station on the radio and cringed when
he heard the Mets had lost the first game of their doubleheader against
the Braves. “They suck,” he bemoaned.
Dean was also a Mets fan, but he was barely paying attention to
John. He couldn’t help but wonder how the night would turn out.
With the luck he was having, he was certain he would end up either
with alcohol poisoning or getting into a bar fight with someone. Pos-
sibly even both if he was drunk enough. John noticed Dean was
beginning to space out as he gazed at the full moon through the car
window.
“Looks like it’s a full moon tonight, huh?” John said as he tried
to bring his friend back from his hypnotic state.
“Yeah,” Dean replied absently.
“A full moon on Friday the thirteenth. What could possibly go
wrong?” John continued, trying to lighten up the mood. He saw Dean
wasn’t amused by his humor. “Dude, don’t worry. We’re all going to
have a great time tonight. Remember how much fun we had when it
was my twenty-first birthday?”
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“Yeah, I remember it quite clearly,” Dean reminisced. “You were

so drunk that you threw up all over my shirt and I got thrown out of
the bar because the bouncer thought I was the one who couldn’t hold
my liquor. You still owe me a new shirt you know.”
John smiled. He always had the best of times when he went out
with Dean and he knew tonight would be no different. They arrived at
their location and found a parking spot across the street from the bar.
“How beautiful is this?” John asked rhetorically. Finding a park-
ing spot in New York on a Friday night normally proved to be
difficult, but Dean and John seemed to be in the right place at the
right time as they found a spot just as another car was pulling out.
“You see, Dean? Your luck is starting to change now that you’re
with me. Now if only some of that fortune would carry over to the
bedroom for you later,” John said as he watched a petite blonde girl
cross in front of his car.
They both got out of the car and walked towards the bar. They
took out their IDs as the bouncer greeted them outside the door. John
passed through without a problem. Dean, on the other hand, received
a long stare from the bouncer as his eyes glanced back and forth from
him to his driver’s license. He finally decided to let him through.
“Geez,” Dean griped. “And here I thought it would be easier to
get inside now that I don’t have to use a fake ID.”
“I’m telling you man, it’s the mustache,” John quipped. “You
wouldn’t have this problem if you never would’ve grown that dirty
looking beast back in high school.”
Dean grew a mustache back in his junior year of high school be-
cause he thought it would make him look manlier. He kept it until his
freshman year of college, when he decided he wanted to change his
look. Unfortunately, he still had the mustache when he received his
license and he had no intention of going back to the DMV to retake
his photo. This meant he would have to live with looking like Freddie
Mercury’s long lost son on his ID until it was time for him to renew
it.
They spotted Chris and Jeff at the bar with shots in their hands
ready to throw them down.
“Don’t tell me you guys are going to take those without us,”
Dean said as he and John snuck up on their two friends.
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“Hey, look who finally decided to show up,” Jeff said.

“It’s the birthday boy!” Chris interjected as he ordered an addi-
tional two shots of Patrón for Dean and John. Tequila was Dean’s
favorite alcoholic drink. The four companions guzzled the shots, and
with that, Dean’s birthday celebration was officially underway.
“All right, boys,” Chris said. “Now that we all have alcohol in
our systems, let’s see if we can pick up some girls.”
The boys noticed two blonde ladies hanging out by themselves at
the bar. Jeff and Chris gave a nod of approval for Dean and John to go
try their luck. Dean, normally reluctant to talk to the opposite sex, felt
more comfortable with John leading the way. John always had a
knack for making a good first impression and his sense of humor al-
ways seemed to rub off well on women.
John stood next to his targets as he grabbed the attention of the
bartender. “I’ll take a Jack and Coke and vodka and orange juice for
my friend over here. And how about we get two Margaritas for these
two lovely ladies?” John requested smoothly as he gave a wink and a
smile to the two blondes. They both looked at each other and snick-
ered.
“Sorry boys but I’m taken,” the taller one of the two girls said.
“Stephanie is single though,” she added as she playfully grabbed her
friend by her shoulders. The girl’s face turned red as she looked shyly
at the two boys.
“Stephanie, huh?” Dean said. “That’s a pretty name. My name’s
Dean. You know, my parents were actually going to name me Steph-
anie if I would’ve been born a girl. Instead I wound up being named
after an academic administrator,” Dean laughed as if he had just told a
really funny joke.
Stephanie let out an awkward laugh and John stared at Dean with
a blank expression. He knew he would have to say something quick
before his friend further embarrassed himself.
“But thankfully he was born a boy and the rest is history,” John
said as he saw a large, muscular man approach the taller blonde. The
bartender gave John the four drinks he requested.
“What’s going on, Sara?” the man asked. “I leave you alone for
two minutes to use the bathroom and I come back and you’re flirting
with another guy?”
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John laughed nervously. “Oh, don’t mind me. My friend Dean

was just introducing himself to Stephanie over here. I’ll leave you all
alone.” He took his drink and the extra margarita that was intended
for Sara and walked back to Jeff and Chris.
“I think Steve and I will leave you alone too,” Sara said as her
and her boyfriend walked away from the bar and began dancing to-
gether.
Dean smiled at Stephanie as he sat down on one of the barstools.
“So,” he said. “Tell me about yourself. Are you from around here?”
“No,” she replied. “I’m actually from Vermont but I moved to
New York over the summer so I could dorm at Richmond Universi-
ty.”
“No kidding?” Dean said as his eyes got wide. “I’m a junior at
Richmond University. I’m surprised I’ve never seen you around cam-
pus. I’m usually pretty observant.”
“I like to keep a low profile. Besides, I’m still getting adjusted to
life here in the big city. Sara’s really the only friend I’ve made here so
far. And as much as I love her, being the third wheel isn’t exactly ide-
al for me to be completely honest with you.”
“We should definitely meet up at school sometime,” Dean sug-
gested. “I can show you around and maybe we can even study
together if we have breaks around the same time.” He then realized
that might not have been the wisest comment to make given the un-
certainty surrounding his status as a student there.
“I would really like that,” Stephanie gushed. She looked over her
shoulder and saw Sara give her a thumbs up as she swayed in the
middle of the floor with Steve. Dean also looked behind him and no-
ticed John talking to Jeff and Chris with a bemused look on his face.
There was no doubt in Dean’s mind that his friends were laughing
behind his back at the idea of him being able to smooth talk his way
into this girl’s pants. Even though that wasn’t necessarily his inten-
tion, he was determined to leave the bar with her one way or another.
“Hey, what do you say we ditch this place and go somewhere
else?” Dean asked boldly. “Just me and you. It looks like our friends
are having their own fun; I doubt they’d even notice if we’re gone.”
“I’ve known you for about five minutes and you want me to just
leave with you by myself?” Stephanie asked as she gave Dean a look
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as if he were crazy. “If I was drunk, that might happen, but unfortu-
nately for you I’m stone-cold sober.”
Dean smiled. He didn’t expect it to be that easy. He figured he’d
have to humor her more first before he earned her trust. If it’s one
thing he learned about women, they all seemed to love a man who can
make them laugh.
“Oh, come on. You don’t think I’m some kind of serial killer, do
you?” Dean teased. “You can check my pockets, I swear all I have on
me is my wallet and phone.”
Dean pulled them out of his pocket and held them up in each
hand to show her he was telling the truth. She looked at his phone and
noticed it was open to his Facebook page.
“Dean Gallagher, huh?” Stephanie said with a grin as she took
notice of his list of over two thousand friends. “You must be quite the
popular guy to know that many people.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t say that,” Dean replied wryly. “I don’t even
know who half of them are. But that should be evidence in itself to
prove that I’m legit. I don’t think that many people would want to be
friends with a serial killer.”
Stephanie gave Dean a long look. He was beginning to think
maybe he was trying too hard to be affable. To his surprise, she
grabbed his hand and motioned for him to follow her. They passed by
Dean’s friends, who each looked at him with a face of bewilderment.
He heard John shout, “Where are you going?” Dean just shrugged and
kept walking. They finally made it outside to where Stephanie
brought him in front of a white Nissan Sentra, which he assumed be-
longed to her. She opened the door for him, but Dean hesitated to get
inside.
“You said you wanted to leave and now you’re getting cold
feet?” she mocked. “Tell me where you want to go and I’ll take you
there.”
Dean was still shocked at how quickly everything had transpired.
He knew there was a bowling alley less than five miles from where
they were and figured it would be a good place to get to know her bet-
ter. She obliged and had him enter the address into the GPS on her
phone. They made small talk about music and sports as she merged
onto the highway. When she saw that the road was empty, she stepped
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on the pedal and increased her speed to nearly 100 MPH. Dean’s heart
raced as he got the sudden feeling that something bad was about to
happen.
Sure enough, Stephanie began to lose control of the vehicle. The
car swerved to the right as Dean tried to help her regain charge of the
steering wheel. It was too late, however. They crashed into a nearby
truck, and just like that, Dean Gallagher was dead.

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Chapter 2

Dean did not know what had happened. His soul departed from
his body prior to the impact from the collision, so he felt no pain at
all. He figured this would be the part where he would cease to exist.
He realized, however, that this was not the case, as he retained his
awareness even after he was outside of his body. In fact, he could still
see his unconscious body lying in the passenger seat of the car. He
attempted to move towards the body in hopes of reentering it and re-
viving himself, but he instead felt himself being pulled away. At first,
he thought this was the part where he was going to ascend up into the
clouds and see the pearly gates of Heaven. Instead, he felt the physi-
cal world around him begin to disintegrate as a tunnel of light
emerged.
Dean’s soul gravitated towards it at a speed so rapid that it felt
like his life force was being sucked through a giant vacuum. He
turned away from it and saw Earth, the planet he once called home,
along with billions of stars beaming in the vast universe his earthly
incarnation had belonged to. He suddenly stopped moving through the
tunnel, but before he could even consider projecting himself back to
his previous reality, he heard a voice calling for him in the distance. It
was a familiar voice; one he had not heard in many years.
“DEAN,” the voice boomed. “Come this way.”
Dean realized the voice belonged to his deceased father. He was
calling for his son to reunite with him. He looked straight ahead and
began to see the silhouette of a figure emerging from the light. As he
moved closer to it, he felt an immense amount of joy. He had never
felt so much love before, and it was all radiating from this bright light
which was glowing so vividly that it nearly cut through his soul. It
was as if the light was trying to comfort him and let him know he was
where he was supposed to be and everything was going to be just fine.
His father finally appeared in the form he last remembered seeing
him before his heart attack. He looked powerful, in a spiritual sense,
displaying angelic wings which he swooped Dean into. The peace and
love he felt was encompassing to the point where he actually didn’t
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mind if he became eternally engulfed in it. This outpour of love could

ostensibly only be felt on this plane of existence, as Dean had never
experienced anything like it during his human lifetime.
It was at this moment where Dean felt his life literally flash be-
fore his eyes. He relived every moment of his life from beginning to
end, starting with him being conceived from his mother’s womb in
the hospital room and finishing with his untimely death in the car ac-
cident that occurred after he left the bar on a late Friday night with
Stephanie. He felt every emotion from all different points of view of
every living being he ever came in contact with, including animals.
He felt the pain that he unknowingly caused when he didn’t take
proper care of his goldfish when he was younger and caused it to die.
He also felt the happiness he brought when he once gave ten dollars to
a homeless man, which allowed him to buy food for himself. This se-
quence of events culminated as a learning experience for Dean. He
knew this life review was necessary for his spiritual growth, and he
looked at his father after its conclusion with a feeling of gratitude.
Dean realized he didn’t need to speak for his father to understand
him. They were able to communicate telepathically and feel each oth-
er’s emotions. Dean let his father know how much he missed him and
how difficult it had been for both he and his mother living on Earth
without him. He responded by reassuring him he was in a place now
where he no longer had to worry about pain or sorrow, and that he
could now be a guardian angel for his mother just like he had been for
Dean.
“But why did this happen to me at such a young age?” Dean
asked. “If you were watching over me, why did you let me die in that
accident?”
“Because it was your destiny, my son. You decided before you
were even born how you were going to die and this is what you
chose.”
Dean didn’t understand. “What do you mean before I was born?
And why would I choose to die in such a violent manner? That
doesn’t make any sense.”
“To strengthen your soul, Dean. You’ve lived before in a differ-
ent incarnation, but did not accomplish the goals you had set for
yourself. In fact, you made some big mistakes that hurt a lot of peo-
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ple. A young boy even lost his life because of you. To make up for it,
you agreed it would be best for you to experience the same result in a
different body. It was a way of balancing out your karmic debts.”
Dean was dumbfounded. He couldn’t recall living any past lives.
How was it that his father knew so much anyway? He began to won-
der what else he knew. Like the time when he told his dad he was
staying up late to work on a project for school when he was actually
looking at porn. His father smiled and nodded his head. Dean realized
he needed to be more careful with this thoughts, as it appeared that
nothing could be kept private anymore.
“So now what?” Dean asked. “Am I free to stay here forever
now? How exactly does it work? I never believed in Heaven before,
but now that I’m here I don’t ever want to leave.”
“You’ll find out in due time, Dean. Place your faith in God’s
hands and the rest will take care of itself.”
Dean’s father vanished before Dean could ask him what he meant
by that.
“Wait!” Dean shouted. “Where am I supposed to go now?”
Dean figured Heaven would be a place teeming with life. But so
far his father was the only one he’d seen.
“Dean Gallagher,” an unknown voice proclaimed.
Dean turned around and noticed three men sitting at a long rec-
tangular table. There was a chair in front of the table, which Dean
presumed was intended for him. He projected himself to the chair and
was instantly transported there. Dean was beginning to get used to the
feeling of traveling and communicating by thought rather by foot and
mouth.
The three men were unfamiliar to Dean, but he got the feeling
they were benevolent and were there to assist him on where to go
next. The man sitting in the middle, who had white hair and a long
beard resembling much like Merlin the Wizard, eyed Dean carefully.
“Welcome, Dean. I see that you’ve already had your life review
with your father. I do hope you were able to learn something from it.”
“I have,” Dean replied boldly. “I learned that I made some mis-
takes in my previous life, but I also made up for those misguided
actions in my most recent one and I’m now ready to spend eternity
here in Heaven.”
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The bald man sitting on the far right had a concerned look on his
face. The bearded man spoke again.
“I’m sorry Dean, but that’s not how this works,” he said solemn-
ly. “You seem to be forgetting that you spent your whole life as an
atheist and outwardly rejecting the existence of God. And now you’re
expecting to just waltz into His Kingdom as a welcomed guest?”
Dean felt embarrassed. Clearly he had been wrong about ques-
tioning his faith in God. But if God was supposed to be a forgiving,
all-loving Father, surely He would grant him a pass. At least, he
hoped He would, or else he assumed he would be doomed to an eter-
nity in hell.
“I’m sorry for my stupidity,” Dean began to beg. “I know I
could’ve done better. I should’ve gone to church more, I should’ve
prayed more, and most importantly, I should’ve believed more. But I
can’t go back and change the past; I can only ask for forgiveness. If
you let me stay, I promise to serve the Lord for all eternity.”
“Dean,” the bald man said as he held up his hand to silence the
boy’s frantic talk. “We are the Council of Elders. We are here to help
guide you in your spiritual ascension, but we are not the final authori-
ty. If you want to plead your case, you will need to speak personally
with the most High.”
If Dean were still human, he probably would’ve wet his pants.
The thought of being face-to-face with God Himself was intimidating
considering the circumstances. Dean feared if the conversation didn’t
go well, his soul could be damned forever.
“So be it,” Dean professed. “Tell me how I can do so and I’ll be
happy to meet with Him.”
“You must travel to Him on your own,” the third elderly man
said. “Remember Dean, you’re in Heaven now. You can travel any-
where you want by thought.”
Dean hesitated at first until he finally cleared his mind and imag-
ined himself in the presence of the Almighty. He was instantly in awe
by what he felt. It was a loving sensation similar to the one he felt ear-
lier when he first crossed over, but this was even more intense. When
he looked around him, he saw a light that was indescribable to him.
Dean was certain that if he were looking at this light from a human
perspective, he would have went blind, as the brightness emanating
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from it would have made the sun pale in comparison. He paid close
attention as the light spoke to him.
“Dean, you’re not supposed to be here. You have to return to
Earth and fulfill your mission. Your family and friends need you.”
Dean was taken aback. He wasn’t sure how to respond. They
hadn’t even exchanged proper introductions, but given the fact He
was the Creator, he realized that probably wasn’t necessary.
“Lord, what do you mean?” Dean asked hesitantly. “How can I
possibly go back when I’ve already died?”
God emerged from the light and revealed Himself. It was at that
moment when he was able to see Him in all of His glory. At first,
Dean was surprised to see that His face was like that of a lion. But
then he remembered that lions were king of the jungle just like God is
the king of Heaven, so it seemed fitting he supposed.
“You’re not dead, my child. You’re in a coma. You’ve been in
one for almost two weeks now. It’s now time for you to wake up.”
“No way,” Dean contested. “Two weeks? That’s impossible!” He
immediately realized he shouldn’t have used the word “impossible” in
front of God, but it still didn’t make any sense to him. It felt like
maybe fifteen minutes at most had passed by since he had died, so
how was he to believe he had been in a coma for two weeks?
Before he could further protest the matter, God put His arm
around him and showed him a visual of Dean laying in a hospital bed
hooked up to a life support machine. His mother was standing over
him, weeping as she held his hand. Dean couldn’t believe his eyes.
How could he be there if he was here?
“It’s time for you to go back now, Dean.” God said semi-
authoritatively. “There is much work left for you to do.”
“What could there possibly be left for me to do, Lord?” Dean
asked. “If I went back into my body, I would probably never be the
same again considering all the trauma I would have endured. I would
also be in major trouble with my mom once she found out what hap-
pened to me in school. There’s no point in me going back to
experience more suffering when I’m now here with you.”
God held Dean tighter as another visual popped up. This one
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the baby photo of him that she had in a frame on her dresser. Dean
could feel her pain and sorrow.
“I can’t force you to go back, Dean. You can stay here if you
want, but understand that your loved ones will be in a great deal of
grief without you. Not only your mother, but your friends as well.
They will be guilt-stricken from allowing you to leave without them
that night at the bar. They will have a difficult time finding solace and
moving on without you. You’re still a young soul with a lot of grow-
ing left to do. The only way you can grow is by having these
experiences and learning from them. Yes, Dean, you made your mis-
takes. But now I’m giving you the opportunity to go back and redeem
yourself. If you go back, you’ll see that not only will you make a full
recovery, but you will also find your calling in life. After spending
most of your existence as a non-believer, you’ll now have the oppor-
tunity to tell your fellow humans about your experience in the afterlife
and spread the good word of my glory to the rest of the world.”
Dean wanted to tell God that despite all of that, he still wanted to
remain where he was. He knew, however, that it wouldn’t be wise to
object to His plan for him. It would also be selfish of him to want to
stay there knowing that his loved ones were struggling to cope with
his apparent death.
“I understand,” Dean replied. “As much as I would love to stay
here, I can see that there are people who need me back on Earth. I’ll
go back and try my best to be a better person and atone for some of
my past mistakes. And in addition to letting everyone know about my
stay in Heaven, I’ll praise you by going to church every week and
praying every night before I go to bed.”
Dean could feel a warm burst of energy surround him, which he
interpreted as God’s way of telling him He approved of his intentions.
A tunnel of light appeared before him, which seemed eerily similar to
the one he went into when he left his body.
“Step into the light, Dean,” God instructed. “Once you go
through, you’ll return back to your body on Earth. It’ll take some time
for you to get readjusted, but just remember that I’m always here
watching over you. You also have your father who’s designated him-
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just call on us and listen to your heart; for that is where you’ll hear us
speak to you.”
God disappeared and Dean was left alone to make his next
choice. He had already committed to his decision and wasn’t going to
allow himself to have second thoughts. Without hesitation, he stepped
forward into the light and felt himself being dragged back down to
Earth at lightning speed. It was as if a magnet had attracted his soul
back to his body.
As soon as he was whole again, he opened his eyes wide as if he
were Frankenstein’s monster being brought to life for the first time.
He could feel his mother gripping his hand tight, which gave Dean a
titillating sensation like she was emotionally circulating the blood
back into his body. She had a look of astonishment on her face as
Dean turned his head to look at her.
“Dean? My God, Dean!” Darlene Gallagher shouted. “You’re
alive! My baby’s alive!” She could hardly believe it, but her prayers
appeared to have been answered. She began to cry as her son stared
into her eyes and smiled.
“You didn’t think you could get rid of me that easily, did you?”
Dean said groggily. “I’m back mom, and boy do I have a story to
tell.”
Dean’s mother hugged him. “You have no idea how much we all
missed you, Dean,” she said as tears ran down her face. “I was so
afraid you weren’t going to make it. I prayed to God every day for
you to come out of your coma. I knew it would take a miracle, but I
never stopped believing.” She kissed the statue of Jesus that was
placed near Dean’s bed and hugged him again as she continued to cry.
Before Dean could tell his story about what he had experienced,
he noticed a tall, dark-skinned man wearing a long white lab coat
walk into the room. This was presumably the doctor who had likely
convinced his mom that he had little chance of surviving the car
crash. Joke’s on him, Dean thought.
“Dean Gallagher,” the doctor said flabbergasted. “I don’t believe
my eyes. Welcome back, young man.” He almost got knocked over as
Dean’s mom ran up to give him a big hug. He comforted Ms. Gal-
lagher and began to tear up himself. The doctor went on to inform
them both that Dean’s friends were on their way to the room.
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“You’re very lucky to have such good friends,” the doctor told
Dean. “They’ve stopped by to visit you just about every day you’ve
been in here. They’re going to be in for a surprise when they see
you.”
Dean came up with an idea. He remembered the time he had John
watch his pet hamster for a week when they were both kids. He gave
Dean a whole story about how he forgot to feed it and it died, which
turned out to be a lie. Dean vowed he would get him back one day for
scaring him like that; now was the perfect time. He closed his eyes
and assumed the position he was in while still in the coma.
John, Chris, and Jeff walked in together. The first thing they saw
was Dean’s mom crying on the doctor’s shoulder. It was a sight they
were used to seeing, as she had been in tears every day they had seen
her. This made them feel even more guilt over the incident.
John was the first to walk over to Dean. He made the sign of the
cross and said a quick prayer which Dean had never heard of before.
This was not that odd since religion was never exactly his forte. He
began to walk away until he felt a cold hand grab his arm. John turned
around in horror and saw Dean sitting up in bed staring at him wide-
eyed. He recoiled and ran behind Chris and Jeff, using them as a pro-
tective shield.
“ZOMBIE,” he shouted. “He’s a fucking zombie!”
Chris, being the next one closest to Dean at that point, turned pale
as a ghost and looked at the doctor as if he was expecting him to come
to his rescue. “Sedate him!” Chris cried out. “He’s going to infect all
of us!”
The doctor smiled. “I think you boys have been watching one too
many episodes of ‘The Walking Dead’. Your friend Dean here is no
zombie. He’s a normal human being who just came out of his coma.
You couldn’t have picked a better time to come visit.”
John peeked nervously over Jeff’s shoulder and saw Dean was
grinning back at him. He wasn’t sure if he should be angry, relieved,
or scared. “Dean?” he said in a shaky voice. “Are you really alive?”
Dean put his thumb on the vein of his wrist as if he was checking
his pulse. “My blood seems to be flowing pretty well,” he said sarcas-
tically. “You should have seen the looks on your faces. I wish
someone would’ve been here to record it and post it on YouTube.
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Your reactions were priceless! You’re lucky the doctor spilled the
beans or else I might’ve walked out of bed and chased you down the
hall.”
John ran over to Dean and hugged him. “Under any other circum-
stances, I would’ve punched you for scaring me like that you asshole.
I’m just happy to have you back. We all feared you weren’t going to
make it. I felt so guilty allowing you to leave the bar alone with that
girl. None of this would’ve happened if I would’ve stood with you.”
“Come on bro,” Dean said. “That’s nonsense and you know it.
Even if you never left my side that night, you think I would’ve al-
lowed you to be a third wheel? I would’ve told you to get lost. I’m the
only person responsible for my actions so stop beating yourself up for
no reason.”
“Stephanie is the one who’s really responsible for all of this,” Jeff
chimed in. “The way I look at it, everything is her fault.”
Dean looked down and shook his head. “Speaking of Stephanie,”
he said. “What ever happened to her? Did she survive the crash? I
forgot to ask God about that when I was in Heaven.”
John looked at Dean as if he had lost his mind. “No, she wasn’t
as fortunate as you were,” John said. “She was declared dead before
she even reached the hospital.”
“Damn,” Dean murmured. “That’s terrible. I find it ironic though
that you consider me the fortunate one considering I’ve been in a co-
ma for two weeks. At least Stephanie’s in a better place now.”
John was convinced at this point that he was talking to a different
Dean Gallagher from an alternate universe. “Dude,” John said. “What
is with you and all this talk about God, Heaven, and a better place? I
thought you didn’t believe in any of that? And how did you know
how long you’ve been in a coma for?” John turned to Dean’s mom
and the doctor who both put their hands up, dismissing the notion that
they knew anything.
“It sounds like Dean may have a story to tell,” the doctor said. “I
need to go check on another patient. I’ll leave you all alone to listen to
what he has to say.” The doctor left and everyone else gathered
around Dean in anticipation for what he had to tell them.
Dean gestured for them to have a seat. “It’s a long story and I
think you’ll want to sit down for it. It all started when I first left my
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body and saw this strange tunnel of light.” Dean went on to tell them
the rest of the story about what happened to him after that. Dean’s
mom began crying again.
“I can’t believe you actually saw your father,” she said. “You
have no idea how much I miss him. It doesn’t surprise me at all to
hear that he made himself your guardian angel, Dean. He loved you
so much, and he was obviously watching over you the night of your
accident. It’s nothing short of a miracle that you survived that crash.”
John was still in disbelief over what Dean had just told them. “So
you really mean to tell me God is real and you met Him?” he said.
“That’s pretty wild, Dean. Are you sure you weren’t having another
one of your crazy dreams?”
“This wasn’t a dream,” Dean said defiantly. “It was real. Besides,
I don’t think it’s even possible for someone to dream while they’re in
a coma. How could I be dreaming if I was unconscious?”
John shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know man,” he said.
“Maybe you really did have some sort of divine experience. For you
to be singing the praises of God, I have no doubt that you believe it
was real.”
“My mom is right about it being nothing short of a miracle that
I’m alive,” Dean said as he reached for his phone which he saw laying
on top of his mother’s purse. “I’m alive and rejuvenated. I can’t wait
to get home and begin sharing my story with everyone. Maybe I’ll
write a book and donate the proceeds to charity. But most important-
ly, I want to start going to church every Sunday and help others grow
their faith in God.” Dean looked at a calendar on the wall and saw that
it was Saturday. “Perfect timing,” he said. “Tomorrow’s Sunday. I’ll
start my new routine first thing in the morning.”
“Whoa, hold on a minute there my love,” Dean’s mother inter-
rupted. “You just came out of a coma and you’re acting like you’re
just going to waltz out of the hospital and go home like nothing hap-
pened. I’m sure it’s going to take time for you to learn how to walk
again.”
Dean laughed. “Mom, I’m telling you, I’ve never felt better in my
life. Come to think of it, I need to use the bathroom. Let me show you
how well I can walk.” Dean sat up in bed and prepared himself to
plant his feet to the floor. He started first with his left foot. His leg felt
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like rubber and he was certain he’d lose his balance if he started walk-
ing too quickly. He waited a moment before he put his right foot
down. He started moving slowly passed his friends when his mom put
her arm around him and offered to assist him to the bathroom. Dean
patted her on the shoulder, letting her know it was okay to let him go.
“Do you think I should follow him?” Dean’s mom asked John as
she watched her son walk out of the room. “I don’t understand why he
has to be so stubborn. What if he falls and hurts himself?”
“Don’t worry, Mrs. Gallagher,” John said. “If he’s not back in ten
minutes, I’ll go in and check on him.”
Five minutes passed and Dean was still not back yet. An awk-
ward silence swept the air, as Dean’s mom and friends nervously
waited for Dean to return.
Ten minutes passed and there was still no sign of Dean. John de-
cided it was time for him to see what was going on. He figured Dean
had a lot of business to do in the bathroom after being in a coma for
so long, but he also knew it didn’t take more than ten minutes to take
a dump unless he was feeling sick. “I’ll be back,” John said as he
walked out of the room in search for his friend.
He made his way inside the bathroom and looked underneath the
stall. He saw a pair of feet dangling on the floor and heard some very
interesting noises coming from inside. “You okay in there, dude?”
John asked. “There’s other people who have to use the bathroom too
you know.” The only response John got back was a loud grunting
noise followed by a plop.
“That’s your answer?” John said amused. “Do you not have any
respect or consideration? I’m going to wait outside for you. Don’t
forget to wash your hands when you’re done.”
John waited outside the bathroom for about five minutes before
he finally heard the door open and the water running in the sink. The
fecal stench was becoming overbearing at this point, and he couldn’t
wait for Dean to come out to tease him about it. When he turned
around, however, he saw a tall African-American man walk out with
an angry look on his face.
“It’s all yours punk,” he said to John. “Maybe try giving a brother
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John felt his face turn red. But his embarrassment soon turned to
concern, because if that wasn’t Dean in the bathroom, then where in
the world did he go? Before he had a chance to contemplate where he
possibly could’ve wandered off to, he felt a vibration coming from his
pocket. He reached for his phone frantically as he figured it could be
Dean calling him. Sure enough, that’s who it was, and John was be-
ginning to get the feeling he could be in danger. “Dean, where are
you? Are you okay?” he asked.
“Never felt better,” Dean answered. “Hey, when’s the last time
you went for a car wash? You have bird crap all over your wind-
shield.”
“What!” John exclaimed. “How did you know that? Don’t tell me
you went outside?”
“I’m standing outside your car and I’m waiting for you to drive
me home,” Dean said casually. “I already checked myself out of the
hospital, so let me know when you’re ready.”
“Are you crazy?” John yelled. “Dean, you just came out of a co-
ma. You’re in no condition to be leaving the hospital. Your mom is
going to have a panic attack if she hears about this. You need to get
your ass back inside now and let Dr. Pass examine you.”
“Pass?” Dean said befuddled. “His last name is Pass? As in pass
me your car keys and I’ll drive myself home?”
“More like Pass as in the lack of oxygen that’s currently passing
to your brain. I don’t know how you’re doing it Dean, but don’t push
your luck.”
“I’m doing it only by the good grace of God, my friend,” Dean
said. “I haven’t made the most of my time here on Earth and I don’t
want to waste another minute. So either you come drive me home or
I’ll walk home myself.” Dean hung up and opened up the Pokémon
Go app on his phone. He figured he’d kill some time and give John
the chance to come outside.
John made his way back to the hospital room where his friends
and Dean’s mom were impatiently waiting. “Dean is waiting for me
outside,” he said flatly. “He checked himself out and wants me to
drive him home.”
“Get the fuck out of here,” Dean’s mom said furiously. “I’ll kill
him. He’s in no condition to leave this hospital!”
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Dean’s friends looked at her with surprised expressions on their

faces. They had never seen Darlene Gallagher so angry before, and
they certainly never heard her use such colorful language. Given the
circumstances, however, it was understandable for her to feel so en-
raged.
Dr. Pass walked into the room and confirmed what John had just
told them. “I’m sorry Mrs. Gallagher but there’s nothing we can do,”
he said. “Dean is a grown adult and while I disagree with his decision
to check himself out without being examined, he legally has the right
to do so. Honestly, never in my professional career have I ever seen
someone come out of a coma and walk and talk as if nothing had hap-
pened to them. I’m not the most religious man in the word, but
perhaps we need to seriously consider that some kind of divine inter-
vention took place. It’s the only explanation I have.”
Tears began to run down the face of Dean’s mom, as she had
been an emotional roller coaster since her son’s accident and she
wasn’t sure how much more she could take. “Then I’ll drive him
home,” she said finally. “You all go home and let me have some alone
time with him. What time is it anyway? It feels like an eternity has
passed since I last saw Dean.”
Dr. Pass rolled up his sleeve to look at his watch. “Almost seven
o’clock,” he said. “Time always seems to fly by, doesn’t it?” Before
he rolled his sleeve back down, John noticed a tattoo that said “lumi-
nous spirit” in cursive on his arm. He found it curious that he would
have such a tattoo after he had just told them he was not religious. He
then had the feeling that he heard that phrase before, but he couldn’t
remember where.
The group said their goodbyes to the doctor and left the hospital.
As they walked outside, they could see Dean in the distance playing
on his phone as he was leaning up against John’s car. “Unbelievable,”
John whispered under his breath. As much as he was happy to have
his friend back, his new attitude was beginning to annoy him.
Dean’s mom shouted out her son’s name as they walked closer to
him. “DEAN! Why the hell would you leave the hospital and not tell
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“Sorry mom, but there’s no way I was going to spend another

minute in that hospital,” Dean said. “I have too much to do. Besides, I
feel perfectly fine.”
“The only thing you’re doing now is coming home with me and
resting,” Darlene replied firmly. “I don’t care how well you think you
feel. Please, stop being so stubborn.”
Dean could tell his mother was getting agitated and didn’t want
to upset her any further. “Maybe you’re right,” he confessed. “Maybe
I should go home and rest. It feels like an eternity ago since I’ve last
been inside my room.”
“I’m glad you’ve somewhat come to your senses,” John said. “If
you’re feeling up to it tomorrow, maybe I’ll join you in church. It’s
been a while since I’ve been to Sunday Mass. You can talk to the
priest about your newfound beliefs and see what he has to say about
it.”
Dean smiled. “Sounds like a plan to me,” he said. He bid farewell
to his friends and followed his mom to her car where he sat in the pas-
senger seat. He made sure to buckle his seatbelt extra tight, as he was
beginning to have flashbacks of the night he almost died. He knew his
mom was a safe driver though, so there was no need for him to get too
paranoid.
“You know Dean, you never put out the garbage before you left
the house that night you went out,” Darlene said as she pulled out of
her parking spot. “I had to put the bag out myself and it was very
heavy. I trust you’ll be able to resume your household duties tonight
since you’re feeling like your old self again?”
“Smelly bag of garbage,” Dean said as he laughed out loud. “Of
course, mom. I’d be more than happy to help you, however I can. I
know I’ve been kind of lazy in the past, but I promise from now on
you can rely on me to do my chores.”
Dean was hoping his mom had not found out about him cheating
on his history exam, but she removed any doubt of that before he
could even finish his thought.
“Music to my ears,” she said. “And I guess you’ll start applying
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Dean sulked in his seat. “Does that mean I got expelled?” he

asked. He was hoping maybe both his professor and the school had
forgiven him given his circumstance, but that clearly wasn’t the case.
“Mhm,” his mom replied. “And I wonder if you ever intended on
telling me, because you certainly didn’t mention anything when I
asked you how your history test was.”
Dean found it curious that his mother would bring this up now af-
ter he just survived a near-death experience, but he didn’t want to
argue with her. It wasn’t like he had a good excuse anyway. “I know I
should’ve been honest with you about what happened,” Dean said re-
gretfully. “But I was scared of what you would do. I thought you
might throw me out of the house or something.”
Darlene sighed. “Oh, Dean. What am I going to do with you?
You’re my son. No matter how much I might get angry or yell at you,
I would never toss you out in the street. I can’t promise I wouldn’t
break your legs, but at least you’d still have a roof over your head.”
Dean smiled. He was glad his mom had retained her sense of
humor throughout all of this. He knew this whole ordeal must have
been very difficult for her to endure on her own. He wanted to tell her
about how he saw her crying in bed when he was in Heaven, but he
thought better of it. He didn’t see any reason to upset his mother any
further. Instead, he turned on the radio and rested his eyes as he lis-
tened to “Hold the Line” by Toto.
They pulled into their driveway just as Dean felt like he was
about to drift off to sleep. He took a long look at his house before he
got out of the car. It felt good for him to be back home again. He fol-
lowed his mom inside the house and went straight to the kitchen. He
was so hungry, he was ready to eat the first thing he saw when he
opened the cabinet. To Dean’s disappointment, the cupboard was
practically bare. He did, however, see an unopened box of Honey
Bunches of Oats. He grabbed it, sat down at the kitchen table, and be-
gan to munch on them.
“Sorry honey, I haven’t had time to go food shopping,” Darlene
said. “I do have turkey and bread. Do you want me to make you a
sandwich while you eat your cereal?”
Dean nodded his head in approval. Turkey was his favorite cold
cut. In fact, he was often made fun of in elementary school for always
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bringing a turkey sandwich to lunch every day. “I’ll take a bag of

chips with that too if you have any,” Dean said as he stuffed his hand
inside the cereal box.
“What am I your slave?” Darlene said as she put her hands on her
hips in a mocking manner. She was happy to have her son back and
was more than happy to feed him whatever he wanted. “So you really
think you went to Heaven and saw your father, huh?” she asked as she
made Dean his sandwich. “Did he say anything about me?”
“No, he didn’t say anything,” Dean said. He saw his mom’s dis-
appointed face and clarified himself. “He didn’t have to say anything.
We communicated with our minds, not our mouths. He sent me a
thought of you which was filled with love and a longing for us to all
be a family together again. I know one day it’ll happen; we’ll all be
reunited together in a much better place than this one.”
A tear ran down the cheek of Darlene as she handed Dean his
sandwich and bag of Doritos. “I was praying to him when you were in
your coma,” she said as she fought back more tears. “I prayed every
night for him to give you the strength to pull through. I’m glad he was
listening. I miss him so much, Dean.”
Dean gave his mom a hug. “I know you do,” he said. “But to be
fair, God deserves the credit for brining me back here. It was after I
met with Him that I made the choice to come back. If it wasn’t for
Him, I would’ve chose to stay in Heaven. He reminded me that my
mission on Earth hasn’t been completed yet, and that’s why I was in
such a hurry to leave the hospital and get started on my new journey.”
“I must say, it’s good to finally see you taking your spirituality
more seriously,” Darlene said. “It’s unfortunate that you had to have a
near-death experience in order for you to grow your faith in God.”
She paused for a moment to reflect on the possibility that her son real-
ly did meet the Almighty. “What was it like meeting Him?” she
asked. “Did He look like the stereotypical way people think of Him as
an old man with a white beard and robe?”
“Very far from it,” Dean said as he finished the last few bites of
his sandwich. “I wasn’t able to see Him in His entirety, however, I did
see that he had the face of a lion. He was very mighty looking, indeed.
Maybe that’s why they call Him the Almighty Father.”

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Darlene took Dean’s empty plate and kissed him on the head.
“You were very lucky to meet Him, Dean. I just hope it’ll be a very
long time until you meet Him again. I don’t think I could deal with
the agony of ever losing you again.”
“Don’t worry mom,” Dean said reassuringly. “I’m back for good
this time. I have a lot I want to do though tomorrow, so I think I’m
going to head off to sleep now. I’m getting kind of tired.”
“Tired?” Darlene questioned as she watched her son yawn. “Put
the tired face away. You can’t go to sleep after you just ate a meal. I
don’t understand, didn’t you get enough sleep while you were in your
coma?”
“Not really,” Dean said drowsily. “All that time spent in Heaven
must have drained me of my energy. Time works differently over
there, apparently. You’re probably right though about not sleeping
right away. Maybe I’ll watch some TV first.”
Dean made his way up to his room and got changed. Being able
to sit on his bed again felt amazing until he suddenly remembered his
last experience he had there before the accident. He recalled his lucid
dream about being chased through a maze and then waking up, only
to be paralyzed with fear as the entity had seemingly made it through
to his world.
Now that Dean had thought about it, he was no longer feeling so
tired. He grabbed the remote control and put on the television, which
was somehow left on CNN. He figured his mother must have been in
his room at some point while he was in the hospital, because that
wasn’t a channel he ever watched. Nonetheless, he decided to leave it
on to catch up on what’s been going on around the world while he’d
been away. He listened to a news reporter give an account of a series
of wildfires that had broken out in California. He watched in horror as
he saw the damage that was done across entire neighborhoods. Hous-
es were destroyed and people were shown crying in the aftermath.
Dean normally didn’t get emotional over world events that he had
no control over, but this one really seemed to bother him. Too much
evil in this world, he thought. How could God let this happen to so
many innocent people? He must have had a better plan in mind for
them in the long run. Dean knew he shouldn’t question God’s authori-
ty, even if he didn’t fully understand the logic behind it.
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He decided he was too upset to continue watching anymore tele-

vision. It seemed like the mainstream media always made the news
depressing to watch. Why can’t they ever focus on the positive things
going on around the world? Did the negative outweigh the positive by
that much or does the bad stuff just sell more to the public? Dean was
beginning to get a headache pondering this conundrum. He got up
from his bed and walked over to his mom’s room. She was standing
by her bookshelf, contemplating which book she should read.
“Hey Dean, you want to help me choose a book?” she asked. “I
can’t seem to make up my mind on which one I should read next.
Now that I know you’re okay, I think I’m ready to engage myself in a
good story.”
Darlene loved to read. She would buy books and not read them
until months later. Dean, on the other hand, didn’t enjoy reading as
much. Anything worth reading would be in the movies eventually an-
yway was what he always figured.
“I don’t know mom, you know I’m not an expert on books,” he
said frankly. “Let me take a look and see what you have.”
Dean’s eyes wandered over the different genre of books on his
mother’s shelf. There was everything from mystery to horror to ro-
mance. He couldn’t make up his mind which one to choose for his
mom to read.
“Well?” Darlene asked as she tapped her foot. “Did you decide?
I’m growing gray hair over here waiting for you to pick something.”
“I like to take my time,” Dean responded. Suddenly his hand
hovered over a big, thick book. He pulled it out and saw that it was
the Bible. He kissed it and made the sign of the cross.
“Good choice,” Darlene said. “However, I’ve already read that
one. Maybe you’d be interested in it for yourself though. Since you’ve
been a non-believer most of your life, I think it would be very educa-
tional for you.”
Dean had never read the Bible before, nor did he previously have
any interest in doing so. Now, however, seemed like the perfect time
for him to familiarize himself with the Holy Book. He figured if he
was going to go to church in the morning and possibly speak to a
priest, it would be wise for him to have some background knowledge
on the religion he was born into.
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“Very well,” Dean said as he leafed through the pages. “I’m sure
it’ll take me some time to finish it since I’m a slow reader, but I’ll
start on it tonight.”
“There’s a lot of truth in that book,” Darlene said. “Sure it’s filled
with metaphors and parables, but ultimately it’s all God’s authority. I
think you’ll be pleasantly surprised by how much you’ll learn from
it.”
“Thanks, mom. By the way, I think I’ll choose this book for you
to read next.” Dean pointed at “Gone with the Wind” by Margaret
Mitchell. “I know it’s a classic and judging by the size of it, it may
take you longer to finish than for me to finish the Bible.”
Darlene smiled. “Don’t be so sure about that. Remember, I’m a
much faster reader than you are. I’ll probably be done with it while
you’re still reading about Moses and the burning bush.”
“Challenge accepted,” Dean said smugly. “Burning bush, huh? I
can’t wait to read about that one.” Dean tucked the Bible underneath
his arm and left his mother’s room. “Goodnight, mom. I love you,” he
whispered as he closed the door behind him. He couldn’t remember
the last time he told his mom he loved her, but it felt like an appropri-
ate time for him to say it. He made his way back to his bed and made
himself comfortable. Just as he was about to open up the Bible and
start reading, his phone began to ring. When he saw it was John who
was calling him, he picked it up immediately.
“Hey man, don’t you think it’s a little bit late to be calling?”
Dean asked. “You’re lucky I was still awake.”
“Oh, come on. Didn’t you get enough sleep while you were in
your coma?” John retorted. “I thought I’d be a good friend and give
you a call to see how you’re doing.”
“I appreciate that. I always knew you were a stand-up guy,” Dean
said flippantly. “Believe it or not, I was actually about to start reading
a book. And not just any ordinary book either.”
“Let me guess, the Bible? You’ve been so obsessed with God
since you’ve come back, that’s the only book I can think of that
would make sense for you to read. I highly doubt you suddenly be-
came motivated to pick up a Sherlock Holmes novel.”
“Bingo,” Dean said. “I’m going to get a head start before tomor-
row’s Sunday lecture. You’re still coming to church with me
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tomorrow, right? Remember, one of the commandments is to keep

holy the Sabbath day.”
“I’ll be there, don’t worry,” John said reassuringly. “Hey Dean,
didn’t you mention something about seeing a luminous spirit in one of
your dreams?”
“Yes, I was being attacked in a dream the night before the acci-
dent and then I was saved by someone who revealed himself to be a
luminous spirit. I’m surprised you remember that. Why do you ask?”
“Well, I saw there was a tattoo on the arm of Dr. Pass and the
words ‘luminous spirit’ were written in cursive. I thought it was kind
of weird that he would have that considering he had told us he wasn’t
religious. Then I remembered you telling me about your dream. What
an odd coincidence, huh?”
“You’re shitting me,” Dean said in bewilderment. “How can that
be? That’s way too much of a coincidence. Are you sure you didn’t
misread what it said?”
“I know what I saw, Dean. Maybe it was fate that he saved you in
your dream and then went on to save you in real life. Think about it.”
“First of all, that doctor didn’t save me from anything,” Dean
said earnestly. “God was the one who saved me and brought me back
to my body. And I highly doubt that someone I had never even met
would appear in my dream just to save me from a bunch of creatures
of my imagination. It’s pretty creepy that you would even suggest
that.”
“You’re probably right,” John conceded. “Anyway, I’ll let you
go. We’ll talk more tomorrow at church. I’ll meet you inside at ten
o’clock. Goodnight, Dean. It’s good to have you back.”
Dean said goodnight and hung up the phone. He turned it off for
the night so he wouldn’t have to worry about any further distractions.
He folded his hands in prayer and began to talk to God. He couldn’t
remember the words to any of the traditional Christian prayers, so he
decided to just speak from his heart. He thanked God for protecting
him from his accident and allowing him to recover so quickly after
returning to his body. He closed the prayer with an Amen and the sign
of the cross.
Dean opened the Bible and began reading the first chapter of
Genesis. He learned about how God created the heavens and the Earth
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and all of life in the first six days. He then turned to chapter two and
read that He rested on the seventh day after He was done with His
work. Dean found it odd that God would ever need to rest, but he
supposed creating an entire universe was a good enough excuse for
anyone to take a breather. He found it fascinating how God was able
to do so much in such a short amount of time. He was beginning to
have thoughts about what it would be like to be God and to have that
kind of power. He immediately rescinded those thoughts out of fear
that God might be listening and consider them to be blasphemous.
He felt his eyes begin to grow tired, but he was determined to get
through the next story about Adam and Eve. He read about their be-
trayal of God in the Garden of Eden and how the serpent deceived
them. It sounded somewhat unfair to Dean that humanity had to be
punished for eternity for the sins of two people, even if they did de-
liberately disobey God. Still, Dean knew that the Father was forgiving
of all sins regardless of the magnitude. This made him think of Jesus,
the Son of God, who was sent down to Earth to redeem mankind of
their sins. He was anxious to read about His birth, death, and resurrec-
tion. He knew, however, that this would have to wait. He closed the
Bible and shut the light off in his room. It took him a matter of
minutes before he fell asleep. This time, no demons or monsters dared
to invade his dreams.

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Chapter 3

Dean’s sleep was interrupted by a loud knocking on his door. He

turned over in bed to look at the time and saw it was 9:05 AM. He felt
exhausted and wanted to sleep more, but then he remembered his
plans for the day and forced himself out of bed. The knocking contin-
ued and he could hear his mom yelling his name outside the door.
“Well, it’s about time you opened the door,” Darlene said as her
son greeted her with a yawn. “Are you planning on sleeping in or did
you still intend on attending church?”
“I’m definitely going,” Dean said firmly. “It won’t take me long
to get ready. John told me he’ll meet me there, so I guess that means
I’ll be driving for the first time since the accident.”
“Are you sure you’re feeling up to driving?” Darlene asked. “I
can drop you off if you need me to. I don’t think it’s such a good idea
for you to be driving by yourself so soon.”
It was typical for Dean’s mother to be overprotective of her only
child, but Dean felt fine and wasn’t going to allow himself to be ba-
bied around for no reason. “No, I can drive myself,” Dean insisted. “I
think being back behind the wheel again would be the best thing for
me. Besides, it’s not like the accident was my fault. You know I’m a
careful driver. It’s only a ten minute drive anyway, so there’s no point
of you coming unless you want to join us for Mass.”
“Not today, sweetie. I have too many chores I need to do. I was
such a wreck while you were in your coma that I haven’t been taking
care of the house. Maybe next week we can go together.”
“I look forward to it,” Dean said. “In the meantime, I’ll tell God
you said hello. Now that we have a special bond, just let me know
whatever message you want me to convey to Him and I’ll make sure
He receives it.”
Darlene smiled. “Let Him know how grateful I am to have you
back. By the way, you might want to put a little sweater on when you
go out. It’s a bit cool this morning.”
Dean took his mother’s advice and went to his closet as he began
to get ready. He was not familiar with how to dress for church, but he
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assumed he couldn’t go wrong with a white buttoned-down shirt and

dress pants. He went to the bathroom to wash up and get dressed. He
looked at himself in the mirror and wasn’t happy with how he looked,
so he decided to put gel in his hair. Dean was beginning to feel like he
was preparing himself for a date instead of a religious ceremony, but
he didn’t care. Maybe he would meet a cute Christian girl at church
and he could tell her all about his near-death experience.
He grabbed a light sweater and headed out the door. His car was
waiting for him in the driveway, where he last left it. He opened the
door and got behind the wheel, feeling somewhat apprehensive at first
as he adjusted his mirrors and shifted into drive. Once Dean was on
the road, however, the nerves went away and driving became routine
as usual for him.
His phone vibrated and he saw he had a text message from John.
He normally would’ve glanced at it as he was driving, but he prom-
ised himself he wouldn’t look at his phone anymore while his car was
in motion. As much as he loved God, he wasn’t in a hurry to meet
Him again anytime soon. He waited until he was stopped at a red light
to see what the message said. He was relieved to read that John was
only texting to inform him that he was already at church awaiting his
arrival. Dean was beginning to think maybe his friend had overslept
like he almost did and decided to stay in bed.
Dean found a parking spot a block and a half away from the
church. He got out of his car and looked in awe as he walked towards
the House of God. He normally would’ve passed by the church with-
out giving it a second thought, but today was different. Today marked
a new chapter in his life; one which would be dedicated to serving the
Lord.
He pulled open the large wooden doors and stepped inside the
blessed place of worship. He looked around and saw the beautiful
mosaic stained glass windows. There was one of Jesus that he found
particularly captivating. It depicted Him surrounded by angels as He
was shown nailed to the cross. A round, halo-like disc encompassed
His head as a bright white light radiated from His body. Dean
couldn’t even begin to imagine the pain Jesus must have endured dur-
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sacrificed Himself for the sins of others was unfathomable to compre-

hend.
John spotted Dean and waved at him to get his attention. Once
Dean noticed him sitting in one of the back pews, he walked over and
plopped himself next to him. “What are you doing sitting all the way
back here?” Dean asked. “There’s plenty of room in the front. Why
don’t we move down?”
“I figured you wouldn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of the
priest,” John said. “I know you’re not too familiar with the customs of
the Christian tradition. Do you even know how to do the sign of the
cross? I’ve never seen you make a religious gesture in my life.”
“In the name of the father, and of the son, and of the Holy Spirit,
Amen,” Dean said as he made the sign of the cross in front of John.
“Of course I know about the trinity. I’m not sure where ‘Amen’ fits
into the equation, though. What does that word even mean anyway?”
“It’s said at the end of all prayers,” John explained. “It’s a decla-
ration of affirmation. In other words, let it be.”
“Let it be?” Dean asked inquisitively. “You mean like The Beat-
les song?” He began humming the chorus of the song to John.
“Yes, like The Beatles song,” John said as he rolled his eyes. “I
don’t know why you always have to bring classic rock into every-
thing. Stop your humming and pay attention. It looks like the priest is
about to begin the sermon.”
The priest started the Mass by leading everyone in prayer, as
Dean rose in accordance with John. He didn’t know all of the words
to the prayer, so instead of saying them out loud, he closed his eyes
and focused his intention on positive thoughts. John had to tap him on
the shoulder to open his eyes when it was time to sit back down. They
both opened a liturgical book and followed along with the priest’s
readings. Dean joined in chorus when everyone started singing the
day’s hymns. John was genuinely impressed with how fast Dean was
catching on.
Perhaps the most fascinating part of the Mass came next for Dean
when the priest delivered his homily. He went through the story of
Job, and Dean learned about how God made a supposed deal with Sa-
tan to test Job’s faith in the Lord. Job was apparently a wealthy man
who had a large family and many livestock. God allowed Satan to
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punish Job and take everything he loved away from him, in order to
prove that his faith would still be strong. This turned out not to be the
case, as Job eventually began questioning God after reaching his
breaking point. Dean was relieved to hear the story have a happy end-
ing when God intervenes and makes peace with Job, granting him
new children and an exceedingly long life. Still, he didn’t quite under-
stand why God would ever make a pact with the devil to begin with.
When it was time to receive communion, Dean and John walked
up together to accept the Eucharist from the priest. “The body of
Christ,” the priest said as Dean opened his mouth and swallowed the
holy piece of bread. He walked forward and pressed the chalice of
wine against his lips, ingesting the blood of Christ. He went back to
the pew where he was sitting and genuflected on one knee, humbling
himself before God. He felt like a new man now that he had received
the blessed sacraments. He gave John a handshake as a sign of peace
and sat back down as the priest wrapped things up with a final prayer.
Mass concluded and Dean and John made their way out of
church. The priest followed them outside and said goodbye to every-
one as they exited. Dean waited for everyone else to leave before he
went up to the priest and introduced himself.
“How are you, father?” Dean asked. “My name’s Dean Gal-
lagher. I know you don’t know me since this is my first time here, but
I just wanted to let you know that was a very beautiful Mass.”
“Thank you, my son,” the priest beamed. “I’m Father Paul. I’m
glad you and your friend were able to be here. If you don’t mind me
asking, what brought you to church today?”
Dean went on to tell Father Paul about his near-death experience
and his meeting with God. The priest was blown away by Dean’s sto-
ry. Between the miraculous recovery and divine encounter, he had
never heard of such a tale in his thirty years in the church.
“God must have a very special plan for you, Dean. He wouldn’t
have brought you back here if He didn’t have a mission for you to ac-
complish. Coming to church today was a step in the right direction for
you. I have no doubt you’re on the right path.”
“You’re right about that,” Dean said. “I already know what my
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lot of time being a non-believer in religion, but now I’m ready to

make a change. Today marks a new beginning for me.”
“I’m happy to hear that,” Father Paul said. “God bless you.” He
paused and put his hand on Dean’s shoulder. “You should be on your
way now, Dean. Enjoy the rest of this beautiful day. I hope to see you
back here next week.”
“You can count on it, Father. My mother might join me next
week. She’s religious, but it’s been a while since she’s last been to
church. You’ll have to forgive her for that. I look forward to seeing
you then.”
Dean and John shook hands with the priest and walked back to
Dean’s car. Dean was starting to get hungry for lunch and there was a
Chili’s not too far from the church. John agreed that they should grab
something to eat, so they went in Dean’s car and drove to the restau-
rant. They entered inside and were seated immediately by the hostess,
to Dean’s surprise. Normally, there was a wait around noontime. To-
day, however, didn’t seem so busy for some reason.
“What do you want to order?” John asked as he looked over the
menu. “It looks like they have a three for $10 deal. I don’t feel like
spending a lot of money on lunch, so we should probably just do
that.”
“I’m down for that,” Dean agreed. “Let’s see, I think I’ll get a
Coke, chips and salsa for the appetizer, and chicken fingers and fries
for the entrée.”
“Do you have to get the chicken fingers?” John bemoaned. “I feel
like that’s all you order every time we go out to eat. You should try
broadening your horizons, you know.”
Dean gave John a wave of the hand as the waiter walked by and
took their order. He took out his phone and checked the scores of the
baseball games from the previous weeks. “I see not much has changed
since I came out of my coma,” he said while frowning. “The Mets still
suck. Only four wins since the night of my accident? I swear I’ll nev-
er see this team win a World Series in my lifetime.”
“Now that you have it in with the guy upstairs, you should ask
Him to grant the Mets a championship sometime soon before they
have to start another rebuilding process. It might take a lot of Hail
Marys and Our Fathers, but I’m sure you can get it done.”
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“Very funny,” Dean said. The waiter brought the appetizers and
he instantly began devouring the chips. “He’s pretty good at deliver-
ing miracles though, so I just might give it a try.”
“I still can’t believe you met God,” John said expressing skepti-
cism. “Tell me the story again. I know you already told me, but I want
to hear from you verbally every last detail you can remember.”
Dean started from the beginning from the moment he felt his soul
depart from his body. He told John everything he could remember. He
was actually surprised at how much of the experience he had retained,
given the fact that he could barely recall the details of most of his
dreams. Perhaps this was further evidence that this was a truly divine
encounter and not some fabrication of his subconscious.
“And that’s what happened,” Dean finished. “The most shocking
part to me was seeing God’s face. I wasn’t expecting to see the face of
a lion. I was thinking more in the realm of your stereotypical white
hair and beard. I guess we were all wrong about that one.”
“Did you see the body?” the waiter asked as he brought their
food. Dean was curious just how much of his story the waiter had
overheard. He found his eavesdropping to be somewhat intrusive,
quite frankly. “The body,” the waiter repeated. “Did you see it? Was
it in the shape of a serpent?”
“No,” Dean replied coldly. “I didn’t see His body. Why does it
matter? I’m not sure why you were even listening to our conversation.
Don’t you have people’s orders to take?”
“I’m sorry, but that entity that you saw was not God,” the waiter
proclaimed. “That entity that you saw was the Demiurge, Yal-
dabaoth!” The waiter stormed off before Dean could respond to him.
John stared blankly at Dean.
“What the hell was that about?” he asked. “What a weirdo. We
should ask to speak to a manager. Who was he even talking about?
I’ve never heard of that name in my life.”
“I have no idea but I know one thing’s for sure,” Dean said.
“He’s not getting a tip from us after that behavior.” Dean was notori-
ously a bad tipper anyway, so he wasn’t going to feel any shame
about leaving nothing for the waiter.
As Dean and John ate their meal, they noticed their waiter was
nowhere to be found. Dean needed a refill on his Coke, but the waiter
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never came back to check on them. Dean figured he must have been
embarrassed by the way he acted, as he should be. He had never seen
an outburst like that before.
Finally, after they were finished with their meal for about ten
minutes, the waiter showed up with the bill. He placed it gently on the
table as he cleared his throat. “I would like to apologize for my unpro-
fessionalism earlier,” the waiter said quaintly. “My reaction was
inappropriate and I hope you can forgive me. I didn’t mean any
harm.”
Under normal circumstances, Dean would’ve went off on the
waiter and gave him a piece of his mind. He decided, however, to ac-
cept his apology and forgive him. That’s what Jesus would’ve done
and Dean wanted to practice what he preached, especially having just
left church. “I’ll be honest with you,” Dean said. “I wasn’t going to
give you a tip. But since you did the right thing and said you were
sorry, I’ll give you something just for that.” Dean proceeded to put a
$10 bill on the table to the waiter’s surprise.
John looked at Dean as if he had lost his mind. He couldn’t recall
his friend ever leaving such a large percentage of a tip. It was at that
point that he realized Dean really was a changed man. His near-death
experience was truly bringing out the best in him.
“Thank you so much my friend,” the waiter said jubilantly.
“That’s very generous of you. I hope you two have a great day, and
again, I’m sorry about what happened.”
John excused himself to go use the bathroom. Dean thought for a
moment as the waiter was about to walk away and then called for him
to come back. “Hey,” Dean said. “Let me ask you something. That
name that you mentioned earlier. What was that?”
“Yaldabaoth?” the waiter asked. “That’s the name the Gnostics
used for Yahweh, the false god of the physical universe. He’s the
Demiurge and chief archon who keeps the balance between darkness
and light. You’ve probably never heard of any of this because the
Gnostics were declared heretics and much of their information was
suppressed.”
Dean looked at the waiter confused, but curious. “This is all very
interesting to me,” Dean said. “I’d love to hear more about your be-
liefs. I don’t want to keep you from doing your job though.”
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“No worries,” the waiter responded. “You can add me on Face-

book if you’d like and we can talk more on there. My name is Simon
Pluriutis. It’s a unique name so you shouldn’t have trouble finding me
on the search page.”
Simon left as John made his way back from the bathroom. John
noticed Dean was doing something on his phone and looked to see
what it was. He saw the waiter’s Facebook profile picture pop up on
Dean’s phone as he clicked the request button.
“What are you doing?” John asked. “Are you really adding him
on Facebook? You can’t be serious, Dean. I go use the bathroom for
five minutes and this is what you do?”
“I don’t know, I’m just curious to learn more about this Gnostic
stuff and who this Demiurge character is. He sounds a lot like the
devil to me. It’s always good to know more about the enemy, so I fig-
ured we could talk more about it on messenger.”
“Dean, that guy was a nut,” John insisted. “Why would you care
to know anything about what he believes? He could’ve been making it
up for all you know. Don’t be so gullible.”
“Something’s telling me I should at least hear him out. Now that
I’ve developed a connection with God, I’m starting to trust my intui-
tion. Besides, I already ran a Google search on Gnosticism and
Yaldabaoth and it’s definitely all real.”
“Whatever man,” John conceded. “I feel like you’re in your own
world sometimes. I’m tired of arguing with you though. Let’s get out
of here and head back home.”
The two friends left Chili’s and Dean drove John back to his car.
They said their goodbyes and headed their separate ways. As Dean
drove back home, he couldn’t help but think of Simon and what had
happened back in the restaurant. Something was pulling at him and
giving him the feeling that he should contact him to find out more in-
formation.
As soon as Dean arrived home, he went upstairs to his room and
put on his laptop. He opened his Facebook page and sent Simon a
message asking when it would be a good time for them to talk. Since
he knew Simon was still on duty, he wasn’t expecting him to respond
right away. To his surprise, it took only fifteen minutes for him to
write back. He said he would be off work within the hour and that it
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would be much easier if they met up in person. Dean felt a bit queer
meeting up with a strange man he barely knew, but he accepted his
request and suggested that they meet at a nearby Starbucks. Simon
agreed to the location and said he would meet him there in two hours.
Dean began researching more on his own about Gnosticism and
became genuinely intrigued by what the Gnostics believed, even
though it contradicted his own faith. He then came across a picture
that depicted the Demiurge as a lion-faced serpent with a sun over his
head and moon and star on opposite sides of him. He was blown away
by the image. The face was exactly how he saw God during his near-
death experience. How could this be? The Gnostics believed this
Demiurge was a false god. Certainly the God he had met was no false
god. Something didn’t feel right to Dean and he was beginning to get
a sour stomach. He closed his laptop, not wanting to read anymore
before he met with Simon.
Dean’s mom walked into his room as he was zipping up the bag
for his laptop. “Hey honey, how was church?” Darlene asked. “You
got back so late, what happened?”
“Church was good mom,” Dean replied. “I went to Chili’s with
John afterwards, which is why I got home late.” Dean typically didn’t
like to report to his mom about his whereabouts, as it made him feel
childish. He understood the circumstances though, and realized he
should’ve let her know where he was going so she wouldn’t have to
worry about him.
Dean stood up and held his laptop case. “Well, I wish you
would’ve told me,” Darlene said. “I figured you would be eating
lunch at home. Where are you going with that?” She pointed at
Dean’s laptop case which he now had strapped over him.
“I’m meeting up with a friend at Starbucks. I should be home in
time for dinner.” Dean hoped his mother wouldn’t question who he
was meeting up with. He didn’t feel like explaining the situation to
her. He knew she wouldn’t understand and would only tell him to stay
away from crazy nut jobs.
“Okay, I hope so,” Darlene said. “I’m making your favorite meal
tonight. I know you don’t want to miss out on your mother’s fried
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“You’re right about that, mom. I’ve actually been craving that for
a while now. It’s been quite some time since I’ve had one of your
home-cooked meals.” Darlene followed her son down the stairs and
watched him as he left the house. “See you later,” Dean said. “I’ll
bring some coffee back for you.”
Dean knew he had plenty of time before Simon would meet him
at Starbucks, so he decided to take a drive to the park. When he got
there, he took a walk around, taking in the serene nature of his envi-
ronment. He observed a young couple sitting on a nearby bench,
talking to each other as they held hands. He also took notice of each
dog that walked by him, as their owners brought them out for their
daily exercise. He then turned his attention to a group of teenagers
playing a friendly game of pick-up basketball. They were laughing
and seemed like they were genuinely enjoying themselves, not taking
their recreation too seriously.
Dean walked over to the baseball field. He sat down on the grass,
closed his eyes, and prayed. He had never felt such an intimate con-
nection with God before. Perhaps, because he was one with the Earth,
he had reached a meditative state of being that was new to him. His
mind and body felt relaxed, and an inner peace washed over him like
a wave washing over a beach. He reached a point of stillness where
his mind was cleared of all his thoughts. He felt divine, and it was a
better feeling than what he had experienced when he was in Heaven.
But how could this be? Dean didn’t think it was conceivable to reach
a place higher than that of the Almighty Father’s.
He opened his eyes. He felt disoriented at first, unsure of how
much time had passed. It had felt like only about ten minutes, but he
noticed it was much longer than that when he checked his phone.
Nearly forty-five minutes had elapsed. He wasn’t sure how that was
possible, but he didn’t have time to think about it. He gathered him-
self and made his way back to his car. He didn’t want to be late for his
meetup with Simon.
As he pulled into the Starbucks parking lot, he noticed Simon
walking from his car towards the entrance of the coffeehouse. He
called out for him to wait up, but he kept walking, apparently not
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before ordering their coffee. They found a table in the corner which
looked like a private spot to sit and talk.
“So it sounds like you had a really interesting near-death experi-
ence,” Simon said. “I’m sorry for eavesdropping on your conversation
earlier, but I take it that you’re not too mad at me being that you
agreed to this meetup.”
“Not at all,” Dean said as he scrolled through his Facebook page
on his phone. He was only half-listening to what the Chili’s waiter
had just said to him.
Simon rolled his eyes. “This is the problem with society nowa-
days. You can’t even have a conversation with someone anymore
without them getting distracted with their phone.”
Dean laughed. “Sorry about that. I was just reading this conversa-
tion between two people I went to high school with. One is a
republican and the other is a democrat. They’re arguing about Donald
Trump and it’s pretty entertaining. I feel like so much of social media
is dominated by politics these days. It makes me miss back when peo-
ple used to use Facebook to catch up with old friends and post
pictures of their food.”
“I know what you mean,” Simon concurred. “It’s all being done
intentionally too. There are people in power who are controlling this
behind the scenes. They want to keep our nation divided by having us
believe that one political party is better than the other. Most people
vote for someone based on the party they belong to, rather than who
would actually be more qualified for the job. The political system
provides us with the illusion that there’s only two options, democrat
or republican. Similarly, religion indoctrinates most people into be-
lieving that there’s only two places you can go to after you die,
Heaven or Hell. You see, it’s all part of the programming within this
matrix we’re living in.”
“Wow,” Dean said flabbergasted. “That was a mouthful. I wasn’t
expecting you to go off on a tangent like that. You sound like you’re
really passionate about this stuff.”
“Yes, passionate is a good word but I’m more concerned than an-
ything else. Social media and the mainstream media in general has
manipulated the masses to the point where the lines between truth and
fiction become blurred. It was Malcolm X who said, The media’s the
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most powerful entity on Earth. They have the power to make the inno-
cent guilty and to make the guilty innocent, and that's power. Because
they control the minds of the masses.”
“You remember that quote verbatim?” Dean asked. “That’s pretty
impressive. You must be one of those people that have a photographic
memory.”
“I remember it because there’s so much truth behind it,” Simon
said wholeheartedly. “The media can be a very powerful tool, Dean.
Powerful to the point where it can be considered a form of mind con-
trol. It can control both your thoughts and emotions, therefore shaping
the nature of your reality. Did you know that there are six corpora-
tions who control 90% of the media in America? It’s quite scary when
you think about it. How as American do we allow these bigwigs to
control the flow of information we receive on a daily basis when we
know they have their own agenda?”
“Simon, I hope you don’t take offense to this, but what the hell
are you doing working as a waiter in Chili’s when you’re so freaking
smart? You seem to know a lot more than the average person. I’m in-
terested to hear what else you have to say.”
“It helps pay the bills,” Simon said. “I’m still in college so I
needed to find a job at night and on the weekends to make some mon-
ey. I’m glad you’re enjoying this conversation. I don’t really have
anyone else I can talk to about these things. Most people think I’m
crazy so I usually just keep it to myself.”
“I don’t think you’re crazy,” Dean said. “Now that I think about
it, Jim Morrison had a good quote about the media as well. He said,
Whoever controls the media, controls the mind.”
Simon smiled. “I guess I’m not the only one with a photographic
memory.”
“Who me?” Dean asked. “No, the only reason I remember that
one is because The Doors are one of my favorite bands and I know
almost everything about Jim Morrison. Besides, that quote’s much
shorter than the one by Malcolm X. It is a bit funny how they both
viewed the media in the same light. I guess great minds think alike.”
“Yes, they were both great minds in their own way. Perhaps it
was no coincidence that they both died young. Malcolm X wasn’t the
only human rights activist who was assassinated, you know. Martin
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Luther King Jr. was also assassinated, and they were both killed at the
age of 39 back in the 1960’s. As far as Jim Morrison is concerned,
since you say you’re a big fan of his, I’m sure you’re aware of the 27
club. He’s a part of that inauspicious club of celebrities who have died
at age 27, which includes prominent names such as Jimi Hendrix, Jan-
is Joplin, Kurt Cobain, Brian Jones, Amy Winehouse, and others.”
“I was aware of the club,” Dean responded. “But I didn’t realize
how extensive it was. It sounds to me like you’re suggesting there’s
some grand conspiracy to all of this. I have to admit I’m not much of
a conspiracy theorist, but it is odd how they all died at the same age.
Maybe the media isn’t telling us everything.”
“That’s my point!” Simon exclaimed. “The media never tells us
the full story. They’ll give you half-truths, but the rest you have to
discern for yourself. Think about it for a minute. If you hear about a
celebrity death in the news, do you ever question it?”
Dean paused for a moment before answering. “No, not really.
With all the celebrity deaths that always happen each year, it becomes
kind of ho-hum after a while. Especially when you hear about some-
one dying from a drug overdose. It seems all too common in
Hollywood and the music industry. I don’t really give it a second
thought anymore.”
“Exactly,” Simon affirmed. “The media can say whatever they
want about how a celebrity died and the public believes it. Why? Be-
cause if people felt like they needed to start questioning the
information they’re receiving from the media, then they would also
have to consider questioning other major fields such a religion, sci-
ence, and politics. Not many people really want to do that. It’s much
more convenient for people to view the world as being black and
white as opposed to seeing the reality of the control system we’re ac-
tually living in. If a person starts to believe the media is lying to them,
then they’ll begin to wonder if other people and entities in power are
doing the same. What if NASA is lying? What if my religious leaders
are lying? What if my government is lying? Do you see what I’m get-
ting at? Once you wake up to one illusion, the rest of the dominoes
start to fall.”
Dean’s mind began to wander. “You know, now that you mention
it, it was kind of suspicious the way Michael Jackson died. The media
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said he died from cardiac arrest after a drug overdose, but the whole
situation with his personal physician seemed strange. It makes me
wonder if it really was involuntary manslaughter. Didn’t he say at one
point that he was afraid he would end up like Elvis?”
“Yes, you’re right. He also supposedly said, ‘they’re going to kill
me’ several times prior to his death. We don’t know for sure who he
was referring to, but I think I have a pretty good idea. And even more
profound, he had something very interesting to say in a speech several
years before his death. He said, They manipulate our history books.
The history books are not true, it’s a lie. The history books are lying,
you need to know that. You must know that. This is a true statement.
History, after all, is HIS-STORY. It’s a story from someone else’s
perspective. And you know what they say, history is written by the
victors.”
“Good point,” Dean said. “I also remember him claiming that the
media was intentionally trying to make him out to be a monster in or-
der to turn the public against him. Wasn’t his final concert in London
called ‘This is it’? Maybe he really did know his death was immi-
nent.”
“Indeed it was,” Simon confirmed. “Of course, that concert never
happened since he died just weeks before it was set to take place. I
must say, for someone who claims to be a classic rock fan, you sure
seem to know a lot about Michael Jackson.”
“I only know so much because he was my mom’s favorite artist.
She cried like a baby when she turned on the news that day and saw
that he had passed away. The only time I’ve seen her worse was when
we lost my father.”
“Do we even know for sure that he’s really dead though?” Simon
asked. “I mean, if we both agree that the media lies and is controlled
by powerful groups of people, then who’s to say that he can’t still be
alive somewhere out of the public spotlight?”
“Oh, come on,” Dean said as he rolled his eyes. “Don’t give me
that crap. Are you also going to try to convince me that the real Paul
McCartney died in the ‘60s and was replaced by a lookalike? Or bet-
ter yet, maybe he was cloned.”
“What’s so hard to believe about that? Cloning technology has
been around for a while now, and we know that there are people with
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bad intentions who are controlling our planet from behind the scenes.
Isn’t it plausible that these people could be using this technology for
nefarious purposes?”
“Theoretically, yes, I suppose so. Realistically? I don’t see how
that’s possible. Are you really going to sit there and tell me that we
have celebrity clones walking around and no one’s going to find out
about it? That would seem pretty difficult to keep secret, especially in
today’s age.”
“Perhaps,” Simon admitted. “But if you consider that the people
who may have their hands on this cloning technology may also be the
same people who control the media, then doesn’t it all of a sudden not
seem as far-fetched? Keep in mind, Lil Wayne had an album called I
Am Not a Human Being. Was he simply trying to be colorful when he
came up with this title, or was he covertly trying to tell us some-
thing?”
“So now you’re saying you think Lil Wayne is a clone just be-
cause of an album title he chose?” Dean asked sardonically. “Don’t
you think that’s a bit of a stretch? If this was really going on,
wouldn’t one of them speak out about it?”
“First of all, I’m not stating any of this as fact. I’m only giving
you something to consider. I believe it’s important to always keep an
open mind. And no, I don’t think they would speak about it because
they would almost certainly be programmed not to do so. Have you
ever heard of MKUltra mind control? The CIA used the MKUltra
mind control program to experiment on human subjects, illegally at
times, between 1953 and 1973. The purpose of the program was to
influence the mental states of these participants through the use of
drugs, hypnosis, and abuse. It’s essentially an advanced form of
brainwashing, and many people believe it’s still being used today on
Hollywood actors and high profile artists in the music industry. If this
is true, then it wouldn’t be so hard to believe that the victims wouldn’t
speak out against it. And for those who have tried, well, we’ve seen
what happens to them.”
“You mean like what happened to Michael Jackson?” Dean
asked. “Man, don’t let my mom hear that. It’ll break her heart. She
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“It’s not just him, Dean. It’s believed to have happened to others
as well. Stanley Kubrick, the famous movie director, was another one
who knew too much and tried to reveal it to the public. Have you ever
seen the movie Eyes Wide Shut? Well, there’s a scene in that movie
which shows a group of powerful men engaging in rituals akin to
those you would see in secret societies. One might say it was this sce-
ne that led to the demise of Kubrick, but that doesn’t seem to be the
case. It’s believed that there were additional scenes in the movie
which didn’t make the final cut and were never released to the public.
It was these deleted scenes which may have irked Hollywood execu-
tives and other very powerful people. Kubrick’s official cause of
death was declared a heart attack, but some speculate he was mur-
dered. Keep in mind, he died only six days after screening what he
thought would be the finished product to family and the stars of the
movie. Coincidence? You be the judge.”
“It sounds to me like you’re insinuating the Illuminati may be
behind this,” Dean said. “Since we’re on the subject, what do you
think about Britney Spears? I remember when she had her infamous
mental breakdown back in the mid 2000’s and conspiracies were be-
ing thrown around about her being either a clone or a victim of mind
control.”
“It very well could’ve been a combination of both,” Simon sur-
mised. “I’m actually glad you mentioned her since she’s one of the
most obvious cases of this, at least in the music industry. There’s no
question that her erratic behavior during that time raised a lot of eye-
brows. From her ugly divorce to Kevin Federline, to losing custody of
her kids, to struggling with drugs, to shaving her head at a hair salon,
her life was spiraling out of control for sure. On the surface, this
would appear to be nothing more than the case of someone having a
mental breakdown. When you look closer at it, however, there seems
to be a lot more going on. Firstly, she had a song back in 2007 called
Break the Ice. What’s most interesting about this is that her official
music video to the song depicts her inside of a cloning center and
breaking free from her controllers. It’s easy to dismiss this simply as
creative art, but was there intended to be a hidden message? Quite
possibly, especially when you consider she’s mentioned cloning in
her lyrics before. If you go back to 2004 when she was working on an
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independent album called The Original Doll, she had a track called
Mona Lisa. The song contained lyrics which said, ‘she’s been cloned’
repeatedly throughout the chorus. Once her management team found
out about this, they had her scrap the album entirely and claimed it
never existed. The song did get re-released later on, but the words in
the chorus were changed to ‘she’s been gone’. Eerie isn’t it?”
“Eerie, yes, but still not enough evidence to convince me she’s
really a clone,” Dean said. “I have to admit though, there does seem
to be something up with her. Remember that Austin Powers movie
where she appeared as a fembot?”
“Of course. And it wasn’t the only time it was suggested that
she’s an android, either. There was a skit on Nickelodeon which Brit-
ney Spears was a part of called ‘Know Your Stars’. In it, the narrator
calls her ‘half girl, half robot, half ravioli’. You have to understand
Dean, truths like this get put out subliminally to the masses all the
time in television shows and movies, because the powers that be
know that the majority of people will blow it off as entertainment. Do
you remember the infamous kiss between Madonna, Britney Spears,
and Christina Aguilera at the 2003 Video Music Awards? The sharing
of saliva was a ritual intended as a passing of the torch of Madonna’s
priestess status, or Illuminati Queenship, to Britney and Christina.”
Dean smiled. “You’ve really done your homework, haven’t you?
Maybe the song I’m a Slave 4 U has more meaning to it than people
think. Who is she a slave for? Her Illuminati controllers who she’s a
puppet for? Maybe selling your soul to the devil really does occur in
the entertainment industry.”
“It’s good that you’re asking these questions, Dean. You’re be-
ginning to see how the dark side of the industry works. Supposedly,
when these clones die, their soul gets transferred to another clone in a
new body. If you’ve ever seen the show Dark Mirror, this might
sound familiar to you. The clones aren’t designed to last long, so mul-
tiple clones need to be created in order for the public deception to
work. Selling your soul to the devil isn’t just some off-hand supersti-
tion. Back to Britney Spears, have you seen the music video to her
song Slumber Party? It shows her being invited to an elite, insider
party reserved for the rich and famous, very similar to the secret soci-
ety party shown in Eyes Wide Shut. How appropriate is the name of
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that movie, by the way? The eyes of the masses are indeed wide shut
to what goes on behind closed doors when it comes to the ruling
elite.”
“This has become a very interesting conversation,” Dean admit-
ted. “But we still haven’t gotten to the purpose of me coming to meet
you in the first place. I wanted to learn more about Gnosticism from
you. I wouldn’t have rushed over here if I knew all you wanted to talk
about was conspiracy theories. I was enjoying a good meditation ses-
sion, you know.”
“You meditate?” Simon asked surprised. “That’s great. I try to
meditate for at least fifteen minutes each day. I use binaural beats to
help aid in my sessions. It helps keep me relaxed, especially during
some of those stressful shifts at the restaurant.”
“It was my first time. I didn’t even know I was meditating. I was
sitting in the park by myself trying to pray and all of a sudden I felt
this inner peace that I never felt before. It was quite the experience.”
“It’s a great way to connect to your Higher Self,” Simon said.
“You’re a divine being, Dean. Don’t ever forget that. I know your re-
ligion teaches you that you’re a sinner, but that’s simply not true. Sin,
much like karma, only exists if you believe in it. Keep doing what
you’re doing, I promise you it’s worth it. It’s great that you were able
to find a quiet place in the park to practice your meditation. There’s
no better feeling than being one with Mother Nature. Next time, pick
up a rock while you meditate and try contemplating the divine. Then,
put the rock down and substitute it with a battery while doing the
same thing. Write down in a journal what differences you feel.”
“What are you giving me a homework assignment?” Dean chuck-
led. “I suppose I’ll give it a try, although I can’t promise you I’ll feel
any difference. I’m sure you must have a good reason for wanting me
to do that.”
“Yes, I do. I want you to feel the difference between nature and
technology. While technology itself isn’t evil, the powers that be are
trying to use it against us and most people don’t even realize it. Major
changes are coming to our planet very soon, Dean. 95% of the world
population is expected to be depopulated by the year 2030 according
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“WHAT?” Dean exclaimed. “Where did you hear that from?

That’s- that’s crazy. 95% of the world population would mean the
eradication of billions of people. That’s global genocide!”
“Precisely,” Simon said bluntly. “The powers that be have had
this planned for a very long time, Dean. They’ve just been waiting for
the right moment to fulfill the end-times prophecy and usher in the
New World Order. Have you heard of the Georgia Guidestones? It’s a
monument located in Georgia which has been labeled as the ‘Ten
Commandments of the Antichrist’. One of the inscriptions contains
the message, ‘maintain humanity under 500 million’. Something ma-
jor would obviously have to occur to reduce the world population by
that many people. Another world war would potentially be cata-
strophic enough to do it, but it may not come to that. Let me ask you
something, have you noticed lately how many television shows, mov-
ies, video games, etc. have shown implications of there being either a
rapture occurring or a mass depopulation?”
Dean thought for a moment. “Now that you mention it, yeah I
have. There was that video game Everybody’s Gone to the Rapture.
The movie This Is the End with Seth Rogan and James Franco also
comes to mind. And who can forget the blockbuster hit Avengers: In-
finity War which had that cliffhanger ending where half of all life in
the universe, including the superheroes, mysteriously disappeared.”
“That was a very good movie. Allow me to let you in on a little
secret that most people don’t know about. There’s a hidden message
in the movie title that can be decoded using gematria.”
“Geometry?” Dean asked confused.
“No, Dean. Gematria. It’s a method of assigning a numerical val-
ue to letters of the alphabet and adding up the total sum. So for
example, for the word ‘and’, a = 1, n = 14, and d = 4. The total sum
adds up to 19. Now, if you take ‘Infinity War’ and use the same equa-
tion, the total sum adds up to 148. Why is that important? Because if
you take the word ‘depopulation’, which is Thanos’ endgame in the
movie, you also get the number 148. And for what it’s worth, ‘Donald
J. Trump’ also adds up to 148.”
Dean watched as Simon took out a pen and a piece of paper to
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cidence though,” Dean said. “Besides, what does Donald Trump have
to do with it?”
“He has everything to do with it, Dean. The end of the Age is
near. We’re at the point where we’re going to be leaving the Age of
Pisces and enter into the Age of Aquarius. There’s as good of a
chance as any that he will still be in office once this cosmic shift takes
place.”
“Are you saying Donald Trump may be the end-times president?”
Dean asked. “That’s quite the bold proclamation you’re making there,
Simon. You do realize that the end-times have been prophesied for
thousands of years now and it still hasn’t happened, right? What
makes you so sure that this time it’s real?”
“Yes, I’m aware,” Simon said as he tucked away his pen and
crumbled up the piece of paper he used to write on. “It’s not as crazy
as it sounds when you consider that Pope Francis has been prophesied
to be the last pope. Have you ever heard of the Malachy prophesy?
Saint Malachy predicted hundreds of years ago that the last pope
would be ‘Peter the Roman’. On first glance, you may say that name
has no association with Pope Francis. But consider this, his father’s
name was Pietro, which is the Italian form of Peter. Perhaps it’s just
another coincidence, but I have reason to believe otherwise.”
Dean noticed Simon playing with his crumbled up ball of paper.
He seemed to be getting fidgety. “You look like you have something
you want to tell me, Simon. What is it?”
“The end is near, Dean. World War 3 is on the horizon. Except,
it’s nothing like you could ever imagine. This won’t be any ordinary
war. There won’t be any nuclear bombs used, since this won’t be a
war fought on the battlefield. World War 3, Dean, will be a war on the
human mind. 5G technology, nanotechnology, the emergence of smart
cities, and a fake rapture will all play a large role in this war.”
“Hold on,” Dean said. “Did you just say there’s going to be a
fake rapture? First of all, how can you be sure such a thing is going to
occur? And if it did, what makes you think it will be fake?”
“Because a major world event has been planned by the gods for a
long time now. This fake rapture has been called many things by dif-
ferent people. Some call it ‘the harvest’, some call it ‘ascension’, and
others call it ‘the event’. No matter what name you use for it, it’s all
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describing the same thing. Even in gematria, ‘ascension’, ‘the event’,

and ‘rapture’, all add up to 99. As you can see, this world is run by
numbers and symbols. That’s why you have movies like Avengers:
Infinity War, which uses predictive programming to show the masses
what’s going to happen in the future. It enters into your subconscious
without you realizing it. Of course, many people who believe in the
rapture, view it as being something to look forward to. This is part of
the deception, and like I said, 5G technology will have a lot to do with
it. This tech is going to be used as a weapon against the human race to
control our thoughts and emotions. People will have a sense of eupho-
ria when this all occurs, making it likely they will fall for the trap.”
Dean stared at Simon blankly. “This is all so… confusing,” he
said as he was still trying to digest everything Simon had just told
him. “Who’s behind this?”
“Enki and Marduk. Otherwise known as Lucifer and Satan, re-
spectively. There are a lot of misconceptions about who these beings
really are, so in order for you to fully understand, I will need to tell
you about their origins, beginning with the truth about Lucifer’s rebel-
lion. You may want to hold on to your coffee, Dean. You’re in for a
big surprise.”

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Chapter 4

Dean sat up straight in his chair. Based on what Simon had dis-
cussed with him so far, he had a feeling that whatever he was about to
tell him next would most certainly grab his attention.
“Lucifer’s rebellion?” he asked. “You’re talking about his rebel-
lion against God? I heard Lucifer was supposedly the most beautiful
angel in Heaven at one time until he was cast out after his pride got in
the way.”
“Yes, that’s what most Christians believe,” Simon explained.
“This is accurate to a certain extent, but like most myths, there’s truth
and disinformation mixed together. The truth is that Lucifer really
was once a mighty archangel in a higher realm than our third dimen-
sional reality. Would that realm be Heaven? No. At least, not in the
way most religious folks would think of Heaven. The place where
Lucifer fell from has nothing to do with the souls of dead people play-
ing harps on puffy white clouds. And the God that he rebelled against
was not a masculine one. Quite the opposite, actually. The God he
rebelled against was his own mother, the Divine Feminine.”
“Wait a second,” Dean said holding up his hand. “Are you trying
to tell me God is a woman? That’s very hard for me to believe based
on the experience I had. Anyway, the Bible is pretty clear that God is
male, so I don’t know where you’re getting your information from.”
“In order for you to completely understand what I’m talking
about, I’ll have to go back long before Lucifer’s rebellion. God, or the
Divine Feminine, has always existed. However, there was a point
where She gained awareness and wanted to experience more about
Herself. This is when She created multiple universes in the Void. The
Void exists outside of time and space, so it is something that we hu-
mans cannot perceive here with our limited five senses. Her
‘breathing fire’ into the Void became symbolized through the modern
day mythology of dragons. Unfortunately, Lucifer hijacked the drag-
on legend and turned it into something evil, therefore demonizing his
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associate them with something monstrous, which couldn’t be further

from the truth behind its origins.”
“I think of fire whenever I think of dragons,” Dean said. “Isn’t
Lucifer associated with fire, being the Prince of Hell and all?”
“Yes, two elements that he’s associated with are fire and air,”
Simon explained. “But don’t let the Prince of Hell title fool you. He’s
not burning in the underworld and poking souls of the dead with a
pitchfork as Christian mythology would lead you to believe. Lucifer is
a multidimensional being and was once a very powerful creator god.
You see, after the Divine Feminine created star beings from the uni-
verses in the Void, She birthed two sons from unfertilized eggs. The
eldest of the two was the one and only, Lucifer.”
“Who was the other?” Dean asked curiously. “Are you trying to
tell me that Lucifer has a brother?”
“Yes, he does. He goes by many different names, but his most
common names are Archangel Michael and Prince Enlil. Since he and
Lucifer were both the product of a virgin birth, they don’t have a fa-
ther. Virginal births are, of course, a common theme here on Earth in
many ancient mythologies. But I don’t want to get too far ahead of
myself. Let’s go back to the Divine Feminine. At this point, we can
call her the Queen of the Orion Empire, because she had set up an
empire in the universe where she was the Queen. Her consort was
known as King Anu, which would make him the stepfather of Lucifer
and Enlil. Of course, if you look at the mythologies about Enlil and
Anu, they are often portrayed as the bad gods, while Lucifer, under
the name Enki, is looked upon as the good god and savior of humani-
ty. Lucifer manipulated the ancient records intentionally to make it
look this way.”
“So this is where we get the myth about the devil being a deceiv-
er,” Dean assumed. “What a rotten scoundrel.”
“Yes, and we see many trickster gods throughout our ancient his-
tory which are linked to Enki, the original trickster god in Sumerian
legend. But before Lucifer earned the title of Enki, which means
‘Lord of the Earth’, he rebelled against his family and the Orion Em-
pire. As you mentioned before, his pride got in the way and led to his
rebellion. You see, Lucifer refused to treat other star beings who he
felt were inferior to him with any respect. His family began noticing
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this, including the Queen, but Lucifer disregarded any attempts that
were made to convince him to change his attitude. This was foolish on
his part, because when it came time to announce who would be the
heir of the Orion throne, the Queen had no choice but to bypass Luci-
fer for his younger brother.”
“Orion throne?” Dean asked befuddled. “So you’re telling me
there’s a royal hierarchy somewhere out in deep space which the god-
dess of all creation is in charge of?”
“You’re on the right track,” Simon said. “But I know what you’re
probably thinking. You’re thinking that it’s odd how they can have a
system setup similarly to how we have ours here on Earth. The reality
is, it’s actually the other way around. As above, so below, as the old
hermetic saying goes. We are a reflection of the heavens, which is
why we have royal families here in our world. Even though the Orion
Queen is at the top of the hierarchy, She doesn’t need star beings to
worship Her. Since we are all extensions of the Divine Feminine,
worshipping Her as an external entity wouldn’t make sense. Back to
Lucifer, you can probably imagine how furious he was when he found
out that he was being passed over for his brother as heir to the throne.
His pride was badly damaged and he was beyond embarrassed. Being
the eldest of the two brothers, it was supposed to be his birthright to
one day claim the throne of Orion. Now, however, he realized he
would never be anything more than Prince Lucifer. This was unac-
ceptable to him, and he couldn’t understand how his family could
deny him his inheritance.”
“Let me guess, this is when Lucifer plotted his revenge and began
his rebellion?” Dean conjectured. He didn’t feel like he was going out
on too much of a limb by coming to this conclusion.
“Yes, Dean. This was the beginning of Lucifer’s rebellion. This
was also the genesis of how Lucifer earned the title of trickster and
deceiver, as he convinced one-third of the star beings to join him in
his rebellion against Orion. One of these star beings was his niece, the
daughter of his brother, Enlil. She goes by many names here on Earth,
including Inanna, Isis, and Ishtar. She became Lucifer’s consort and
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“Whoa, hold on a minute,” Dean interrupted. “Did I just hear you

correctly? Because if I did, then that would mean Marduk was born as
a result of incest. Is such a thing even possible for these beings?”
Simon fought to hold back a smile. “Not only is it possible, but it
was quite common for the gods to copulate with each other. We’ll
come back to this later on, but first let’s continue with our story. At
this point, the Queen and Enlil had set up what became known as the
Living Library on Tiamat. Tiamat was a planet which was massive in
size, possibly more than twice as big as Jupiter. Since the planet was
so enormous, all life forms on it were gigantic compared to what is
here on Earth. Now, if you look at the mythology of Tiamat, you will
often see it is depicted as a female dragon. Again, the female dragon
can be traced back to the Orion Queen, who created all life on Tiamat
by ‘breathing’ the soul fires into Her creations. Her most important
creation was called the Namlu’u race, which are considered to be
primordial humans.”
“So you’re saying that an ancient human race existed on a foreign
planet prior to Homo sapiens?” Dean asked. “I don’t recall learning
about that in science class.”
“That’s because you didn’t,” Simon replied as his face became
serious and his eyes concentrated on Dean. “Most of our real history
has been hidden from us. A lot of it has been passed down through
myths, but most people disregard them as nothing more than stories.
The Namlu’u were an androgynous race and were part of the Queen’s
original experiment. The experiment was designed so that they would
have one lifetime to exist in a world with harsh conditions. After that
lifetime was over, they would take their experiences with them and
become creator gods in the Void. This, however, never came to frui-
tion because the experiment was hijacked by Lucifer and Marduk. A
war broke out in the heavens between Lucifer’s clan and his brother,
Enlil’s clan. This was told to us in the Bible.”
Simon took out his phone and showed Dean a verse from the Bi-
ble. It was Revelation 12:7-10 and he read it out loud to him. “Then
war broke out in heaven. Michael and his angels fought against the
dragon, and the dragon and his angels fought back. But he was not
strong enough, and they lost their place in heaven. The great dragon
was hurled down—that ancient serpent called the devil, or Satan, who
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leads the whole world astray. He was hurled to the earth, and his an-
gels with him.”
Dean was confused. “I don’t fully understand. You said Archan-
gel Michael is Lucifer’s brother, Enlil?”
“Correct. Enlil was taken by surprise by Lucifer and Marduk’s
ambush. He was invested in the Namlu’u experiment as much as the
Queen was, so he fought with all his might against ‘the dragon and his
angels’. Unfortunately, his efforts were futile and he lost the battle.
Marduk nuked Tiamat, and the remnants of the planet became what is
known today as the asteroid belt between Mars and Jupiter. Marduk
also conquered Mars, which is why Mars is known as the ‘red planet’.
It became this way after it lost its atmosphere due to the destruction
caused by Marduk. This is also why in Greek mythology, Ares is
known as the god of war and is associated with Mars. Ares is just an-
other epithet of Marduk. The legend of Marduk slaying Tiamat is also
told to us in the Enûma Eliš, the Babylonian creation myth.”
Dean didn’t know if any of what Simon was saying was true or
not, but he could tell by the tone in his voice that he fully believed in
this wild legend. Either way, he was intrigued by where Simon was
going with this.
“I would imagine the Queen was not very pleased about all of
this destruction caused by Lucifer and Marduk,” Dean said. “What
was their punishment?”
“Their punishment was eternal banishment from the Void, which
meant they could no longer enter into the real universe. They were
also stripped of their powers as creator gods. This is when Lucifer de-
cided to copy everything that already existed in the real universe and
create his own holographic simulation. He took a chunk of the now
blown up Tiamat and terraformed it into his own new planet, which
he called Earth. A peace treaty was also signed between the two op-
posing factions where it was decided that Lucifer and his minions
would get control over the Queen’s now hijacked experiment, and
they would also get full dominion over Earth. This is when Lucifer
became Lord of the Earth and assumed the title of Enki.”
“That deal seems very one-sided,” Dean argued. “Surely the
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“Of course,” Simon said. “She received the assurance that when-
ever a human soul wakes up and realizes the true nature of their
reality, they will be allowed to return back home and become creator
gods in the Void. This was a win-win for Her, because it meant Her
creations would be set free once they were ready to break the chains
of their enslavement. It also meant that She would be able to learn
more about Herself through the experiences of billions of people on
Earth, which was Her original goal to begin with when she created the
Namlu’u on Tiamat. Remember, we’re all extensions of the Queen, so
all the experiences we have here are ultimately Her experiences as
well.”
“But how could She trust that Enki and Marduk would honor
their end of the bargain? Wouldn’t they want to do everything in their
power to make sure the human souls never escaped?”
Simon nodded his head. “You’re absolutely right, Dean. To this
day, they still do everything in their power to keep souls trapped here.
They do this through spreading fear and disinformation. Fear of death
is an implant which all of us humans are born with. It’s only human
nature to fear the unknown, and not many people understand what
really happens after bodily death, so it’s understandable why it would
be feared. The ancient Greeks never built temples to honor Hades, and
they didn’t speak of him too often because of his association with
death and the underworld. But why is the human race so resistant to
death when we all know it’s inevitable?”
“Because nobody wants to die. We all have loved ones who we
would dearly miss and who would miss us once we’ve passed on.
Losing my father was one of the most painful experiences of my life.
Seeing him in Heaven during my near-death experience gave me a lot
of comfort knowing that he’s in a better place.”
“Is he really in a better place though?” Simon asked. “Or better
yet, can we be sure that was really your father?” Simon could tell by
the look on Dean’s face that he didn’t appreciate him asking those
questions. “I know what you experienced in the afterlife felt real to
you, but allow me to explain what really happens when a person dies.
Firstly, when the soul leaves the body, it enters into the astral realm.
The astral realm is filled with thought-forms, which are created sub-
consciously by humans. Every thought, whether it be positive or
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negative, is manifested in the astral realm. Also, afterlife realms have

been set up by the Overlords to deceive us into entering their trap
when we pass over. These afterlife realms have already been agreed
to by the collective human consciousness, the most common one be-
ing Heaven. But the truth is, all of these realms are within the astral,
meaning they’re all part of the simulation. It doesn’t matter if it’s
Heaven, Hell, Purgatory, Hades, Tartarus, Irkalla, or any other un-
derworld or spiritual world we may read about in our mythologies.
Our beliefs dictate where we go when we die, and it all starts when a
deceased person’s soul passes through the tunnel of light.”
“The tunnel of light,” Dean repeated. “That’s what I saw when I
left my body after the car accident. It was a bright white light that
pulled me in like a magnet. I was apprehensive at first and wanted to
return back to my body, but then my father came and guided me
through the tunnel.”
“That white light that you saw was the sun in the astral realm,”
Simon said softly. He knew Dean wouldn’t like what he was going to
say next, but he wasn’t about to hold anything back. “Jesus said that
no one comes to the Father except through Him, the Son. Jesus was
the Son of God, the Son being a metaphor for the sun. So if you go
through the sun, you come to the Father. Who is the Father? None
other than the light-bearer himself, Lucifer!”
“Blasphemy!” Dean shouted as he slammed his empty cup of cof-
fee onto the table. “Are you really going to sit there and tell me that
the divine being who I perceived as God was really the devil himself?
That’s a preposterous claim to make, even for you.”
“Listen to yourself, Dean. Remember the death implant I men-
tioned that’s imbedded in all of us? Well, the same can be said about
religion. A person becomes indoctrinated in their family’s religion
from a very young age. Many of them participate in their religion’s
rituals, ceremonies, prayers, etc. Once they’ve become accustomed to
their faith, it’s very hard for them to break free from that program-
ming. You proved my point by reacting the way that you did when I
mentioned Lucifer being the god that you saw in your near-death ex-
perience. Such a suggestion opposes what you’ve been programmed
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“My reaction is justified because it’s based off my personal expe-

rience and not blind faith,” Dean said in his defense. “Do you really
think I wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between Lucifer and
God?” As soon as Dean finished his words, it clicked in his head that
Simon was insinuating that they were both one and the same based on
everything he had told him. “No, it can’t be,” Dean said still refusing
to believe it could be true.
“Negative entities in the astral realm can shapeshift and take any
form they desire,” Simon explained. “They will very often take the
form of a loved one or religious figure and appear to a person right
after they’ve died. They prey on the vulnerable soul by deceiving
them into going in the tunnel of light, which is actually nothing more
than an afterlife trap to reincarnate a person back down to Earth into
another body. They need the consent of the person in order to do this,
and most people unwittingly agree to it. Once they’ve followed their
trusted ‘guardian angel’ through the tunnel, they’re given a life re-
view. This life review occurs very rapidly, showing the person all the
good and bad they’ve done throughout their earthly existence. This is
what it means to see your life flash before your eyes. After this, the
soul spends a short time in the afterlife of their choice, based on what
their beliefs were. Then, they’re told that they need to go back to
Earth because they have more lessons to learn. The soul normally
agrees, thinking this is the right thing to do, and they are then recycled
again into another incarnation on Earth. It’s a very clever entrapment
system created by the Overlords, which keeps souls imprisoned and
bound to keep playing the game over and over again until one finally
raises their consciousness to the point where they can break free.”
“So you mean to tell me that the spirit I saw who looked like my
father was really a shapeshifting astral entity trying to deceive me into
coming into the tunnel of light? That’s very hard for me to believe,
Simon. Especially considering how comforting the light felt as it
pulled me in. It was an overwhelming love that I’ve never experi-
enced before. There’s no way a parasitic entity could’ve been
responsible for that.”
“You’re right,” Simon admitted. “They’re not the ones generating
the love you felt as you went through the tunnel. We humans are the
ones who generate those feelings. They just reflect our own emotions
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back at us in order to lure us in. Think about it, Dean. After a person
dies and sees a deceased relative or religious figure coming for them
and they feel an overwhelming sense of joy, isn’t it almost guaranteed
that they’ll take the bait? It’s like a moth being drawn to a flame, or
an anglerfish reeling in its prey.”
“So if we’re not supposed to go into the tunnel of light, where
exactly are we supposed to go?” Dean asked curiously. “Is there an-
other place for our souls to travel to after we die?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” Simon said whimsically. “Besides
the light, the other place to go would be the darkness known as the
Void. That is a much better option than the light, and is where we
should all strive to return to once our lifetime here is over. The best
way to exit is to turn away from the light, look up, and think yourself
through one of the holes that you’ll see in the grid. Once you’re on the
other side, you’ll be in the Void, and will be able to go anywhere you
desire. You’ll be totally free from the reincarnation cycle, as you will
return to your Higher Self and be able to create your own worlds, as
well as explore other worlds and universes.”
“So I have to go through a hole in the grid in order to get to this
place?” Dean asked. “Even if there is an electromagnetic grid that’s
imprisoning our consciousness here on Earth, what makes you think
there would be holes in it that would allow us to escape? You think
Enki or Marduk would be stupid enough to create such holes and let
us go free just like that?”
“No, they wouldn’t. Luckily they’re not the ones who are in con-
trol of that. Again, it’s we humans who are the ones generating these
holes. Every time a person wakes up, we poke a hole through the grid.
We’re ‘piercing the veil’, if you will. With more and more people
waking up in this current age of enlightenment, the holes in the grid
now resemble something similar to Swiss cheese. This is a good
thing, because it means that souls can now escape much easier if they
have their intentions set on leaving after death. The Overlords can’t
prevent anyone from leaving if they truly want to. That’s why they
need to use trickery and deception in order to convince everyone to
continue playing the game. And that’s all life in this world really is.
It’s a game which we must defeat in order to advance to the next level
of our consciousness.”
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“And if we lose the game, we’re destined to keep reincarnating

over and over again with our memories erased each time,” Dean gath-
ered. “Is that really what happens?”
“Yes,” Simon answered. “But it’s not as simple as just reincarnat-
ing the same soul into a new body. No, you see, after you go through
the tunnel of light and get your life review, your soul gets fragmented
and splits before being shot back down to Earth. When the soul split-
ting occurs, other souls who are also going through the recycling
process are also splintered. A new soul is then created from all these
tiny fragmentations which we can call ‘soul fires’. This is difficult for
most people to grasp, because those who believe in reincarnation
think they were just one person in their past life. But the reality is,
they were multiple people living different lives simultaneously.”
Dean looked at Simon confused, not knowing what to believe an-
ymore. He wasn’t sure why he hadn’t walked out on him long before
the conversation even made it this far. Maybe it was because as crazy
as everything had sounded, he seemed legitimately serious about all
of it. But how could an average guy working at a restaurant be privy
to this esoteric information? What if Simon was working for the CIA,
or better yet, what if he was in some type of secret society and was
trying to recruit him?
“Something tells me this soul splitting process isn’t a natural oc-
currence,” Dean remarked. “But if this is really happening, then why
wasn’t I affected by it when I went through the tunnel and got my life
review? My soul seems to be perfectly intact. If anything, it feels
more purified than it was prior to the accident.”
“That’s because you didn’t actually die, Dean. You had a near-
death experience and were returned to your body. If you had actually
died and were reincarnated into a new body, you wouldn’t have the
same soul. You’re right about it not being a natural occurrence. Enki
and his minions are the ones involved in the soul recycling process. In
Greek mythology, you have Charon, who is the ferryman of the un-
derworld that takes souls to the other side. Charon is actually an
anagram for archon. In other words, it’s really the archons who come
to greet you after you die to guide you into the light. To the Gnostics,
the archons were the henchmen of the Demiurge. The Demiurge him-
self was known as the chief archon and creator of the material world.”
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“If Yaldabaoth is the Demiurge, wouldn’t that make him the

equivalent to Enki?” Dean asked. “I see a lot of similarities between
the two. Both seem to be the ones responsible for creating the reality
in which we live in.”
“The false reality in which we live in,” Simon corrected. “The
false reality which we merely perceive with our five senses. The truth
of the matter is we’re only able to perceive about 4% of the universe.
The rest of the 96% is what scientists claim to be dark matter. The
Demiurge has blinded us from the rest of the universe which the Void
is composed of. He, himself, is blind to there being any other gods
besides him. Another one of the Demiurge’s names is Samael, which
literally means ‘the blind god’. We’re also told in the Gnostic texts
that the Demiurge has no father, only a mother named Sophia. We
know that Lucifer has no father, only a mother who is the Divine
Feminine. So it’s easy to see a match here between Yaldabaoth and
Enki when you cross-reference the different mythologies. You have to
keep in mind though that a lot of the different names the gods went by
are really titles, and it’s easy to see how Yaldabaoth may have been a
title that Marduk went by as well.”
“Marduk?” Dean asked. “How so? I thought you said his father is
Enki. If the Demiurge has no father, then how can he be Marduk? It
doesn’t seem logical.”
Dean then remembered that they were having a discussion about
extraterrestrial entities controlling humanity’s nature of reality. Using
the word ‘logical’ was probably irrelevant at this point, since every-
thing they were talking about defied logic in every possible way.
“That’s a good observation, and you’re right, but we’re also told
that the Demiurge represents the balance between darkness and light
in this world of duality that we’re living in. Lucifer is the light-bearer
who is portraying the role as the god of light, while Marduk is oppos-
ing him as the god of darkness. In reality, they’re actually working
together, but they’re playing these polarizing roles in order to main-
tain the balance. This is why I say it would be equally fair to give
Marduk the title of Yaldabaoth as much as Lucifer.”
“Tell me more about who Sophia is. I’m interested to know, be-
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Wasn’t a lot of their material lost after the Inquisition? I’m surprised
by how much you seem to know.”
“Yes, unfortunately the Roman Catholic Church declared the
Gnostics as heretics and they were forced underground following the
Inquisition,” Simon incurred. “Luckily, a collection of Gnostic texts
were recovered near Nag Hammadi, Egypt in 1945. We have a pretty
good idea of how the Gnostics viewed Sophia. They believed she fell
from the Pleroma, similar to how Lucifer fell from the heavens, after
she desired to create life by herself without the help of her syzygy and
fellow divine Aeon, the Christos. The Christos would of course be
Jesus Christ, her masculine counterpart, which is why she is referred
to as the Bride of Christ. Because of her fall from a higher state of
being, she is often confused with Lucifer. This is incorrect, although
Lucifer does have a feminine side and will often mimic his Divine
Mother’s attributes, living up to his reputation as being a deceiver and
trickster god. It was Sophia’s fall that subsequently led to the creation
of the Demiurge and the material world. She immediately knew she
made a mistake when she created Yaldabaoth, so she wrapped him in
a cloud away from everyone else in the universe and created a throne
for him to sit on. When Yaldabaoth looked around and saw no one
else was there with him, he declared himself to be God. He then pro-
ceeded to create physical matter and formed our Earth. Sophia was
ashamed at what she had done and she knew she had to figure out a
way to redeem herself. Once mankind was created, she instilled the
divine spark inside of us so that we’d all have the opportunity to
awaken to the ignorance that the Demiurge had subjugated us to. That
spark exists inside of us to this day, unfortunately most people are un-
aware of it.”
Dean checked the time on his phone and saw it was already past
6 o’clock. His mother was probably wondering why he wasn’t home
yet for dinner. With everything that had happened, he didn’t want to
give her any further anxiety than what she already had.
“Now let’s talk about how the human race was created on Earth,”
Simon continued. “Most people believ-
“Not now, Simon,” Dean interrupted. “Sorry to have to cut you
off, but we’ll have to pick this conversation up some other time. I
have to start heading back home.”
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“Not a problem,” Simon said sounding a bit deflated. “I suppose I

did get carried away with our conversation. I didn’t mean to drop all
of this on you at once. I know most of it is completely foreign to you.
If you need some time to think it over, I completely understand.”
“You’ve certainly given me a lot to think about,” Dean con-
fessed. “I’m going to mull everything over after dinner and we’ll have
to come up with another time to pick up where we left off.”
“Sounds like a plan, Dean. Let me give you my phone number so
you have a way of contacting me other than Facebook. I try not to go
on social media too much. It tends to rot your brain.”
Dean smiled as the two new companions exchanged cell num-
bers. They each went their own way, waving goodbye to each other as
they drove out of the Starbucks parking lot. All Dean could think
about for the entire ride home was how much Simon seemed to know
about everything. Between the celebrity clones, the MK Ultra mind
control, the afterlife soul trap, the Divine Feminine, and the Earth be-
ing a prison planet controlled by a group of extraterrestrials led by
Enki and Marduk, he was beginning to feel like he was living through
an episode of The Twilight Zone. He turned on the radio in hopes that
it would help lighten up the mood. Hotel California was playing,
which made Dean think back to the day he almost died. The same
song was playing as he drove home from college for the very last
time. You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave!
The words echoed in Dean’s head as the song concluded. What
was the meaning behind those lyrics? He thought about what Simon
had mentioned regarding the tunnel of light, reincarnation, and how
souls should be escaping through the grid after bodily death. Could
this song be referencing that? What if it was mocking us by saying
that we have the power to check out of the matrix if we really want to,
but in reality, we can never leave because of our fear of the unknown
and lack of knowledge about how the astral plane works?
He felt a chill run through his body as he parked his car and med-
itated on these thoughts. How was he supposed go home and eat
dinner with his mother after he just had such a mind-bending conver-
sation with a complete stranger that he was still trying to process? He
didn’t even have much of an appetite, but he knew he couldn’t disap-
point his mom after she told him she was making his favorite meal.
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He would have to do his best to pretend that everything was okay, but
he knew hiding his emotions wasn’t something he was very good at.
Darlene was sitting at the dining room table as Dean walked in.
She let out a sigh of relief as she heard her son make his way through
the door. “Well, look who finally decided to show up,” she dead-
panned as she dug her fork into a plate full of mashed potatoes. “You
had me worried that you weren’t going to make it home for dinner,
Dean. Your food’s probably cold, you know. It’s already been on the
table for almost fifteen minutes. Where the heck were you?”
“Sorry, I lost track of the time,” Dean said innocently. “I didn’t
mean to come home so late.”
“Did you at least remember to bring me something back from
Starbucks?” Darlene asked trying not to get her hopes up. She could
tell by the absent look on Dean’s face that he had forgotten.
“No, I meant to but I forgot because I was in a hurry to get back
home. I figured you’d be worried so I raced back as fast as I could.”
“Raced back?” Darlene scolded. “For God’s sake, Dean. I hope
you didn’t speed home like a maniac. Have you not learned anything
from this experience?”
Dean realized he should have chosen his words more wisely. He
decided to quickly change the subject before he gave his mother a
nervous breakdown. “I’m thinking about growing out a beard, mom.
What do you think?” He rubbed his hand across his scruffy face,
which he hadn’t shaven since he had his accident.
“You know how I feel about beards. They’re dirty and they’re
ugly looking. You look so handsome clean shaven. I don’t think I can
picture you with facial hair.”
“I did have a mustache in high school, in case you forgot.” Dean
was glad that his attempt to divert his mother’s attention had proven
to be successful.
“Yeah, how could I forget about that filthy thing?” Darlene said
mockingly. She and Dean shared a laugh and they had both forgotten
about their anxieties, as they were able to enjoy their dinner together.
After they finished eating, Dean helped clean the table and wash the
dishes. He felt guilty about all the stress he had caused his mother and
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keep his mind occupied. His head was beginning to hurt as he started
to think back on his conversation with Simon.
“Are you sure everything’s okay?” Darlene asked. “When you
were a kid, the only time you would ever help out in the house would
be when you did something wrong. Like the time you broke the kitch-
en window while playing catch in the yard with your father. I knew
something was up when I came home from work that day and saw the
both of you doing the laundry.”
Dean could see a twinkle in his mother’s eye at the mention of
his father. He couldn’t imagine what she would say if he tried ex-
plaining to her what Simon had told him about the afterlife soul trap.
He knew it would only make her angry and sad. And if he even at-
tempted to talk to her about Lucifer’s rebellion, she would think he
had lost his mind. No, he would have to keep his conversation with
Simon to himself. At least until he was able to determine how much
of what he had learned was true.
“I remember that like it was yesterday,” Dean said smiling as his
mother. "I’m okay, mom. I just want to help out any way that I can.
I’m going to head upstairs and relax for a little. If you need help with
anything else, just let me know.”
Darlene gave her son a kiss on his head and Dean headed off to
his room. He wasn’t sure what he should do next. Part of him wanted
to relax by watching television to take his mind off of everything.
And yet another part of him wanted to research the information Simon
had given him to see if he could verify any of it as being true.
Not a few moments after he started up his laptop, he received a
phone call from John. He was undecided if he should pick it up or just
let it go to voicemail, but eventually decided to answer it prior to the
last ring.
“You watching this Mets game, Dean?” John said bypassing any
exchange of pleasantries. “14-0? Are they even trying to win any-
more? What an embarrassment.”
“Oh, that’s right. I forgot they were playing tonight,” Dean re-
plied as he ran a Google search for Enki and Marduk. “Does it really
surprise you that they’d be losing so badly?”
“No, but what surprises me is that you would forget there was a
game on tonight. What’s going on? Something wrong?”
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“I don’t know, man. I met up with Simon at Starbucks and he

had a lot of interesting things to say. I guess I’m still kind of just di-
gesting it all.”
“Wait a minute, did you just say you met up with that waiter from
Chili’s?” John asked in disbelief. “So let me get this straight. You
talked to the guy for five minutes, asked him for his Facebook ac-
count, and then you went on a date with him all in the same day?
Should I be concerned about you, Dean?”
“Yeah, you caught me dude. I’m finally coming out of the clos-
et,” Dean replied tongue-in-cheek. “You wouldn’t even begin to
understand some of the things this guy was telling me. The only rea-
son I listened was because he sounded so smart, like he knew more
than the average person. I have no idea if any of what he said is true,
but I have to admit it did make sense.”
“Well you can’t just leave me in suspense like that,” John pro-
tested. “Tell me what he said. I’m sure I can fully comprehend
whatever it is. Don’t think just because you went to college that
you’re smarter than me. Remember, you’re the one who got thrown
out of school. If you can understand what he said, then so can I.”
“Ouch,” Dean said as he continued on with his Google search
about the Anunnaki gods. He came across a website that contained the
Wes Penre Papers, abbreviated as WPP. He bookmarked it and de-
cided he would come back to it later to read more about it. “Alright,
I’ll tell you what he said.”
Dean proceeded to tell John the whole conversation starting with
the celebrity clones and ending with the Gnostic doctrines. He waited
for John’s reaction in anxious anticipation, but there was only silence
on the other end. He figured his friend must have hung up on him,
until finally John let out a loud groaning noise.
“Dean, listen to me,” John begged. “This guy is obviously a nut.
He probably never had a girlfriend in his life and spends all of his
time creating these fantasies in his head. I don’t understand why you
would give him the time of day to begin with, let alone actually be-
lieve in his nonsense. If you can be that easily wavered in your faith,
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“Maybe it’s not,” Dean admitted. “Maybe I need to reconsider

not only my religion, but my near-death experience as well. What if
the God I encountered when I died wasn’t really the Divine?”
“So now you think that was all just a ruse?” John asked. “Let me
guess, you think the God you met was really Lucifer deceiving you?”
“I don’t know. But I had a weird experience earlier today at the
park. I was sitting on the field and began meditating. I felt this inner
peace wash over me and I don’t really know how to explain it, but I
felt like I was the Divine. It was as if I was on a higher level of con-
sciousness than the God I encountered.”
“That’s blasphemous of you to say, Dean!” John exclaimed ear-
nestly. “So you’re telling me now you think you’re God? I guess
going to church was a waste of time for us today. Maybe next time I
should just build an altar for you and give you my worship since you
think so highly of yourself.”
“Whatever,” Dean said tuning out his friend. “I’m going to do
more research now to see if I can find out more information about this
stuff and then I’m probably going to go to bed after that. It’s been a
long and confusing day.”
Dean hung up the phone and opened up a PDF file that he found
online from a student at Florida State University. It was a ten page
paper titled, “Sophia’s Matrix” which was about the Gnostic Sophia.
The student detailed how she believed the Divine Feminine had de-
signed Her own matrix which exists outside of the simulation that was
created by Her bastard son, Yaldabaoth. This made Dean think back
to what Simon said about the Void. He made it sound like the Void
was our true spiritual home, but what if it was really just another trap?
What if we were all living in a simulation within a simulation? If this
was the case, then where did our real home exist?
The more Dean continued to read the paper, the more questions
he had. He reached for his phone and sent Simon a text message ask-
ing if he could meet him at his house. Ten minutes passed and he
received no response. What was he doing? He had just met this guy
for the first time today and he was already inviting him over his
house. He knew this was turning into an abnormal situation, but he
needed answers and he needed them now. He wanted to know Si-
mon’s feedback on this and wondered if it would change his opinion.
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Soon after he finished that thought, he received a text message

back from Simon asking for his address. Dean provided him the in-
formation and he said he would be there in less than half an hour.
Thirty minutes seemed like an eternity, but he tried to remain patient
as he had to refrain himself from constantly checking the time. After
twenty minutes passed by, he went downstairs and waited by the front
door. His mom watched with curiosity from the living room.
“Who are you waiting for, honey?” she asked. “Are you expect-
ing company this late?”
“Yeah, I’m waiting for a friend from school to come by. We’re
going to hang out and play video games for a while.” Dean felt
ashamed that he was reverting back to his old ways of lying to his
mother again, but he knew there was no way he could tell her the
truth. Not now. Not after all he had already put her through.
“Kind of late for that, don’t you think? I hope you don’t plan on
making too much noise while I’m trying to sleep later.”
Before Dean had a chance to respond, he saw Simon’s car pull up
near his house. He opened the door for him to come in before he even
finished parking. Even from a distance, Simon could see the urgency
in Dean’s eyes. He hurried out of his car and greeted Dean as he
walked into the house. He gave a wave hello to Dean’s mother who
was engaged in reading a book on the couch, but Dean rushed him up
the stairs before they could be formally introduced.
“What the heck, Dean?” Simon asked as he entered Dean’s room.
“I thought you already had enough for one day. Now you want me to
pick up where we left off? I believe we were about to get into the cre-
ation of mankind.”
“Never mind that,” Dean said while opening a link on his laptop
for Simon to read. “Tell me what you think about this.”
Simon skimmed through the first few pages and looked at Dean
insouciantly. “This is what you called me over for?” he asked. “I
don’t understand. I thought we had already discussed this earlier.
Why do you seem so surprised?”
“Why do I seem so surprised? Because you told me that the
Queen was the Divine Feminine and the Void was our home. Based
on this person’s research, the Void is just another matrix. Is that
something you ever considered?”
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“Dean, you insult my intelligence,” Simon said smiling. “Not on-

ly have I considered it, but I fully believe that the Void is just another
matrix.”
Dean’s jaw dropped in disbelief. “Are you kidding me? Wow,
dude. I guess I was a fool for trusting your credibility. You were lead-
ing me on to make me think that the Void was a place I should go to
once I die, meanwhile you knew all along that it was just another trap.
I guess it’s a good thing I didn’t die again on my way driving home,
otherwise I’d probably be lost in some other dimension.”
“Hold on a minute, Dean. I said the Void is likely another matrix,
but I never said anything about it being another trap. Perhaps matrix
isn’t the best word to use to describe the simulation we’re currently
living in. Since we’ve already established that the god who’s running
the show here on Earth is Enki, then perhaps the better word would be
patrix, since that specifically denotes the patriarchal hierarchy that
we’re under. The matrix of the Divine Feminine is not a trap, but ra-
ther a place we can go to after this lifetime to become creator gods
and escape from the duality that exists here.”
“But if the Void is still another matrix, wouldn’t that mean that
there’s something higher that exists outside of it? What would be out-
side of that matrix?”
Simon’s face lit up excitedly. “Now you’re thinking critically,
Dean. Remember that Pleroma realm I mentioned to you earlier where
the Gnostic Sophia fell from when She plunged into matter, therefore
creating the material world? Well, the Pleroma would be the highest
realm of existence for us. It is where the Aeon Sophia dwells, mean-
ing if we were to go there after we die, we would merge with Her and
become one with the Divine Feminine.”
“Whoa,” Dean said flabbergasted. “But wouldn’t that mean I
would lose my individuality? What would happen if we all did that
after we died? We would all merge as one with the Divine?”
“Precisely,” Simon said poignantly. “That’s the name of the
game, Dean. We should all be striving to one day merge back with
our Higher Self. Sophia represents the highest aspect of ourselves.
Remember, we are the universe having a human experience. She is us,
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en into a spiritual coma, but now is the time to become a pneumatic

and reawaken the divine spark that reminds us of who we are.”
“Gods?” Dean asked. “Is that who we are? We’re all aspects of
the Divine in these human biological bodies?”
“That’s right, Dean. No matter how much religion may want us
to believe that’s we’re sinners who are undeserving of a masculine
god’s love and forgiveness, that couldn’t be further from the truth.
Jesus himself said, Is it not written in your Law, I have said you are
gods? Isn’t it ironic how most Christians insist on giving away their
sovereignty to an external god when Jesus clearly said that we’re the
ones who are the gods?”
“You make a good point,” Dean admitted. “Simon, I want you to
tell me everything you know about Jesus, Lucifer, and Sophia. This is
still all so confusing to me. I read in that paper I showed you that So-
phia means ‘wisdom’. How can this be when She was the one who
caused all of this chaos to begin with?”
“Maybe it’s an oxymoron,” Simon guessed. “Kind of like how
we have teeth that are called wisdom teeth that can become impacted,
cause us a lot of pain, and eventually may need to be removed.
What’s so wise about them, right? Or maybe Sophia is gaining wis-
dom through Her experiences as individuated aspects of Herself. You
have to remember, we ARE Sophia, so blaming Her for the situation
we’re in doesn’t make a whole lot of sense.”
Just as Simon finished his sentence, Dean’s phone went off to the
tune of “Crazy Train” by Ozzy Osbourne. Dean checked to see who
was calling and turned his phone on silent when he saw it was John.
He didn’t feel like talking to him again after he made him sound like a
fool earlier.
“Good song,” Simon said as he threw up the devil horns. "I bet I
can prove to you that everything I said is true based on lyrics in the
music industry over the past few decades.”
“Now you’ve got my attention,” Dean said as he sat straight up.
“I’d like to see you try to do that.”
“Then let me begin,” Simon said with a sly grin.

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Chapter 5

“What type of music do you listen to?” Simon asked.

“Classic rock,” Dean replied. He was a lone wolf when it came to
music, as most of his friends were into contemporary genres such as
hip hop and pop.
Simon smiled. “I figured as much. Your ringtone kind of gave it
away, you know. I bet you never realized how many classic rock
songs have occult meanings behind them.”
Dean was well aware of the conspiracy theories involving certain
artists “selling their souls to the devil” and how some even included
back-masking in their songs, where you can hear satanic subliminal
messages when played backwards. But he didn’t quite understand
what Simon meant by there being “occult meanings” in the songs.
“What do you think of when you hear of the occult?” Simon
asked fully expecting how Dean would answer.
“I don’t know. Witchcraft I suppose.”
“Wrong. That’s a predictable response, but the occult is not ex-
clusive to sorcery like most people believe. The word literally means
‘hidden knowledge.’ I’m going to show you how many of your favor-
ite songs have truth hidden in plain sight in their lyrics.”
Dean put down his phone and paid very close attention, as he was
intrigued by what Simon was about to share with him.
“Let’s start with one of the most popular rock songs of all time,
‘Stairway to Heaven’ by Led Zeppelin. Nikola Tesla, one of the
greatest minds in modern time, once said, If you want to find the se-
crets of the universe, think in terms of energy, frequency, and
vibration. This makes sense when you think of music and why certain
songs jive well with our souls. The soul, much like everything else in
the universe, is energy. And there is a certain set of vibrational fre-
quencies coming from that energy. Much is the same with music, so
when we hear songs like this one from Led Zeppelin, it has an allur-
ing effect on us on a subconscious level. Now, let’s analyze some of
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Dean was very familiar with the lyrics to the song. He had sung
the words numerous amounts of times while driving in his car. He
never really thought much about what the song was about, however.
“First we must identify who the lady in this song is. Let’s take
what we’ve learned so far about the Divine Feminine and apply it to
this song. We’ve already established that the true God of our universe
is feminine in nature. We also know that Lucifer is the false god, the
Gnostic Demiurge, who always assumes the role of the one he con-
quers. Here, he’s assuming the role of Venus, the only planet in our
solar system that was named after a female by the ancient Romans.
Venus is known as the morning star because it can be seen on the
horizon at sunrise. Lucifer, as everyone knows, is also known as the
morning star.”
“So you’re saying you believe Robert Plant is singing about Luci-
fer in this song?” Dean asked skeptically. “Why would Lucifer be
buying a stairway to Heaven? It doesn’t make any sense.”
“On the surface it may not, but it does once you look deeper into
it. All that glitters is gold, the lyric mentioned at the beginning of the
song, is a reference to the astral sun. Remember how I told you that
the tunnel of light is really the sun in the astral realm? Well, once a
person takes the bait and goes through the tunnel, they’ve essentially
sold their soul to Lucifer. And if you’re selling, you better believe
he’s buying!”
Dean had a faraway look in his eyes as he looked down and made
a straight-line face.
“Why that face?” Simon asked.
“Because I see where you’re going with this. Clearly you’re try-
ing to make the case for this song not only being about Lucifer, but
also the light at the end of the tunnel being a death trap.”
“Precisely,” Simon said. “A death trap for the soul. Which leads
me into the next verse. What is Lucifer using to buy this so-called
stairway to Heaven? People’s souls, perhaps? As we already dis-
cussed, when we enter into the light after bodily death, we’re
consenting to giving up our sovereignty to Lucifer and are essentially
selling our souls to him. The light is an external light which is attrac-
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Call me a conspiracy theorist, but I think we just uncovered what’s

being talked about here in this song’s opening verses.”
“If the external light is a trap, then we should instead follow our
inner light if we want to find our way out of the matrix,” Dean said.
“Isn’t that right?”
“Yes, and that inner light would of course be our Higher Self. We
should look within ourselves if we want to ‘pierce the veil’ like the
name of the punk rock band, or ‘break on through to the other side’
like the song by The Doors. Anyway, let’s look at the next few lines
of our song, shall we? There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be
sure. 'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings. In a tree
by the brook, there's a songbird who sings. Sometimes all of our
thoughts are misgiven.”
Dean didn’t say anything. He knew it was a long song and Simon
surely had a lot more to say about it.
“In these lyrics, we hear about there being a sign on the wall,
which could be a metaphor for the stairway to Heaven and the tunnel
of light. The stairway could have two meanings, because stairways
can lead upwards or they can lead downwards. In other words, if you
follow the tunnel of light, are you really ascending to Heaven or are
you descending to Hell and reincarnating back down onto Earth?”
Dean rubbed his chin. “That’s an interesting way of looking at it.
The tunnel of light could be Heaven or it could be Hell. It’s almost
like the lyric from ‘Hotel California’ by the Eagles.”
“Ah, yes,” Simon said thoughtfully. “You’re really starting to
catch on, Dean. Let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves, though. We’ll
get to that song next, but first let’s continue with our analysis with
arguably the greatest rock song of all time. So we have a tree by the
brook and songbird who sings. These metaphors are representative of
Pan, the Greek god of the wild, nature, forest, and music.”
“Wait, what?” Dean asked confused. “I thought you said this
song was about Lucifer. What the heck does the Greek god Pan have
to do with this?”
Simon put up his right hand to stop Dean from talking. “It’s good
that you’re asking these questions, Dean. But you must let me finish
first. Then you’ll see how it all starts to add up. Pan is another aspect
of Lucifer. He’s also known as the Pied Piper, because he was known
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for playing enchanting music on his magical flute known as the pan-
pipes. You’d be surprised by how many mainstream artists make
subliminal references to Pan in their music, but let’s not get ahead of
ourselves again. Continuing with our song, we hear two separate
verses involving a piper. The piper will lead us to reason and the
piper's calling you to join him both are in reference to people being
lured in by Pan’s tune. This is very much similar to people being
lured in by Lucifer’s tunnel of light trap.”
“How about this verse?” Dean asked as he Googled the lyrics to
refresh his memory on all the words to the song. “Yes, there are two
paths you can go by, but in the long run. There's still time to change
the road you're on.”
“Yes, there’s a lot of truth in that one. There are indeed two paths
we can choose. We can either choose Hell, which would mean rein-
carnating back down to Earth, or we can choose Heaven, which would
mean liberation from the reincarnation cycle and exiting the simula-
tion altogether. We all have the free will to make the choice, but
unfortunately most people choose the former out of ignorance. Now,
to finish up our analysis of the song, the final few verses are key to
understanding the hidden message. And as we wind on down the road.
Our shadow's taller than our soul. There walks a lady we all know.
Who shines white light and wants to show. How everything still turns
to gold. And if you listen very hard. The tune will come to you at last.
Firstly, why are we winding down the road? Shouldn’t the stairway to
Heaven be ascending upwards, not descending downwards? The lady
we all know who shines white light is an obvious reference to Lucifer,
the light-bearer, shining light on those who choose to go through the
tunnel after death. Wanting to show that everything still turns to gold
is another reference to the astral sun and being recycled through the
system. And then finally, we’re told that if you listen very hard, the
tune will come to you at last. This clearly tells us that if we listen very
hard to the words of the song, the meaning of it will be heard for
those who have ears to hear. In other words, those who are enlight-
ened will understand what the song is about, while those who are
ignorant will just listen to the song without any realization to the hid-
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“Truth,” Dean repeated. “It certainly does appear that there’s a lot
more to this song than what meets the eye. I guess it’s not surprising
considering all the rumors about the song containing subliminal mes-
sages when played backwards. Also, wasn’t Jimmy Page supposedly
into black magic back in the day?”
“Yes, that’s right,” Simon acknowledged. “He became so en-
trenched in the occult at one point that he actually went as far as to
purchase the home in Scotland that Aleister Crowley used to practice
the dark arts. The home was called Boleskine Manor and it was locat-
ed on the south-east side of Loch Ness. Some even say that the myth
of the Loch Ness Monster is related to the black magic that Crowley
was practicing, since the sightings began shortly after he started work-
ing with spirits and demons.”
“Wasn’t Aleister Crowley that famous sorcerer who influenced
so much of rock and roll? I remember him being on the Sgt. Pepper's
Lonely Hearts Club Band album cover. And of course, Ozzy Os-
bourne sang about him in the song, Mr. Crowley.”
“Indeed,” replied Simon. “Crowley was an interesting fellow, to
say the least. But let’s get back to talking about music. Since you al-
ready mentioned Hotel California, we can talk about that song next.
Now, you already mentioned the similarities between this song and
Stairway to Heaven. There is a definite recurring theme about decep-
tions between Heaven and Hell. In Led Zeppelin’s song, we hear
about a lady who shines white light, a winding stairway, and two
paths which we can take. In Hotel California, we hear about a shim-
mering light that was seen in the distance, and a mission bell that is
heard which could be either Heaven or Hell.”
“The shimmering light representing the potentiality of Heaven
and the mission bell reminding you that it can also be Hell,” Dean
suggested. “It almost reminds me of Hells Bells by AC/DC and For
Whom the Bell Tolls by Metallica.”
“Exactly,” Simon said. “But again, let’s not get too far ahead of
ourselves. We’ll get to AC/DC next, as they also had a song called
Highway to Hell which you’re probably familiar with. It also deals
with the same motifs we’ve already discussed with these other songs.”
“That’s my favorite AC/DC song,” Dean confessed. “It’s kind of
depressing to hear you mention all of these negative connotations as-
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sociated with rock stars that I’ve idolized for a long time. I know most
of them were far from saints back in their day, but all of these satanic
occult meanings in their music you’re telling me about is on a whole
other level.”
“Yes, and we’ve only scratched the surface. But before we get
too off-topic, let’s get back to Hotel California. Glenn Frey mentions
in the song about a lady standing in the doorway and how she lit up a
candle and showed him the way. Is there any doubt that the lady being
referred to in this song is once again Lucifer? Is Lucifer not the light-
bearer who shines ‘enlightenment’ on those who seek it? So we have
Lucifer standing in the doorway, which is likely a metaphor for the
tunnel, shining his light and showing the way. Then Frey hears voices
down the corridor which welcome him to the Hotel California. Hotel
California is a place which you can never leave. Are you with me so
far, Dean?”
“Yes,” Dean replied. “Hotel California represents the world we
live in. It’s a prison planet in which we can never leave. Not until
we’ve become spiritually awake, anyway. I kind of figured that one
out on my own as I was driving home from Starbucks earlier. The
song was playing on the radio and it made me realize there was more
to the lyrics than I realized. Funny how you mention Lucifer being
this lady that lights up the way. I had a lucid dream before I had my
accident about being in dark maze. I was lost and didn’t know where
to go until I saw this lady hold up a lantern which illuminated a gold-
en path for me to follow. She called for me to come to her and I did,
since I didn’t know where else to go. I initially thought she was a
beautiful young woman, but you know what they say about how looks
can be deceiving. It turned out she was a hideous old lady with rotting
flesh. I still get goosebumps just thinking about it.”
“Everything that glitters isn’t always gold,” Simon said in jest.
“But that just proves my point. You followed the lady because you
trusted that the path she was showing you was a good one to follow.
This is the same mistake our souls make when we enter the tunnel of
light. We look for an external source to show us the way to go when
the reality is, we should be going within ourselves and trust that our
Higher Self will guide us to where we need to be. Didn’t you say
when you died that you heard your father’s voice calling you towards
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him? This is eerily similar to the ‘voices down the corridor’ lyric
that’s mentioned in Hotel California. The only voice we should be
listening to is our inner voice, which is our intuition that allows our
High Self to speak to us. Remember, the astral realm is full of parasit-
ic entities who want to misguide us. That’s why it’s best to pay them
no attention, no matter what form they may take and how tempting it
may be. Interacting with them will only increase your chances of re-
maining inside the simulation, since they are masters of deception.
That’s why it’s best to go through the grid instantaneously after bodi-
ly death.”
“I wish I had known known about the grid prior to my near-death
experience,” Dean said. “I had the opportunity to free myself and in-
stead I fell for the trap and wound up back here again, thinking that I
had a mission to complete.”
“Don’t beat yourself up over it, Dean. Not many people know the
truth. If they did, the world wouldn’t be as overpopulated as it is to-
day. Let’s go ahead and wrap up our analysis of our song. We are all
just prisoners here, of our own device. And in the master's chambers,
they gathered for the feast. They stab it with their steely knives, but
they just can't kill the beast. What do you think these lyrics mean?”
“They’re telling us not only are we prisoners here on Earth, but
that we’re the ones enslaving ourselves,” Dean said confidently. “I
don’t really know what the rest of the lyrics mean.”
“The other lyrics are referring to the archons,” Simon explained.
“They are the ones gathering for the feast. The feast, of course, being
the human souls whose energy they feed off of for their own survival.
The beast can’t be killed because people willingly give up their sover-
eignty to these entities without even realizing it.”
“Interesting. You know, now that I think about it, can’t you hear
a snake rattling in the beginning of the song? Isn’t Lucifer associated
with the serpent?”
“Yes, absolutely,” Simon agreed. “Serpent symbolism can be
found all over ancient civilizations around the world, and it’s all asso-
ciated with Lucifer. I’m happy to see you connecting the dots. The
last few verses of the song shouldn’t need much explanation at this
point. It’s about Frey realizing that he’s not where he’s supposed to be
and wanting to find his way back, but he’s told to relax because we
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are all programmed to go into the light. We have the power to check
out anytime we like, but we can never leave until we break the cycle
of reincarnation by exiting the matrix.”
Dean was already looking ahead to the lyrics from his favorite
AC/DC songs. When he read through the lyrics to Hells Bells, his
heart sank in his chest. Even though he had heard the song probably
about a million times, he had never stopped to think about the mes-
sage being conveyed in their words.
Simon looked over Dean’s shoulder and saw what he was looking
at. He saw the expression on his face and smiled. “It looks like a bell
went off in someone’s head. No pun intended, of course. Did you al-
ready figure out the truth about this one?”
“I believe so. These lyrics are actually quite bone-chilling now
that I know about the afterlife trap. I won't take no prisoners, won't
spare no lives. Nobody's putting up a fight. I got my bell, I'm gonna
take you to hell. I'm gonna get you, Satan get you. This is Satan tell-
ing us that he’s coming for our souls and taking us to Hell, which
really means being reincarnated back onto Earth. Nobody’s putting up
a fight or resisting him because they don’t even realize they’re being
deceived. I suppose Satan in this instance would be Enki.”
“That’s right,” Simon said. “Those aren’t the only verses in the
song that have a hidden meaning, though. If you continue on, you’ll
see further evidence of the afterlife trap being talked about. See the
white light flashing as I split the night. 'Cause if good's on the left,
then I'm stickin' to the right. Here we go again with the white light
being referenced in a popular classic rock song. And not only that, but
they mention splitting the night after seeing the white light flashing.
Remember how I told you about the soul splitting process that occurs
after you enter the tunnel of light and prior to being recycled into an-
other body on Earth?”
“Yes, I remember,” Dean answered absently. “It’s crazy to think
they would include something like that subliminally in one of their
songs. Lucifer really must have control over the music industry. I
guess they don’t call him Lord of the Air for nothing.”
“You got that right. And like we’ve already mentioned, Highway
to Hell is another one of those songs preaching the same message.
Hey Satan, paid my dues. Playing in a rocking band. Hey mama, look
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at me. I'm on my way to the Promised Land. The band is all but admit-
ting here that they sold their souls to Satan in order to be able to play
in a famous rock band. You’d likely be surprised by how many main-
stream artists have come out an admitted they’ve sold their soul for
fortune and fame. Bob Dylan, Katy Perry, and Kanye West are three
good examples, all from different genres of music. Hell, Black Sab-
bath even had an album called We Sold Our Soul for Rock 'n' Roll.”
“This is true. Wasn’t there also some legend about Robert John-
son, the famous blues artist, supposedly making a deal with the devil
after meeting him at the crossroads?”
“Yes,” Simon said. “The legend goes that he met a large black
man at a crossroad in Dockery, Mississippi who allegedly was the
devil in disguise. The man tuned Johnson’s guitar and gave him the
ability to play the instrument at a level that granted him worldwide
fame. Remember that 27 club we talked about earlier? Well, Robert
Johnson was the first well-known musician to die at the age of 27. It
may be fair to wonder if all of these famous artists who died at the
same age are victims of some devil’s curse. Selling one’s soul for for-
tune and fame in the music industry may have originated with
Johnson, but the concept itself dates back hundreds of years ago to the
legend of Faust.”
“Fascinating,” Dean marveled. “So tell me about some other
songs that have more of these occult meanings hidden in them. I’m a
big fan of Pink Floyd. What can you tell me about their music?”
“Pink Floyd is one of those bands that hid some of the messages
in their songs pretty well, but they should stand out like a sore thumb
to those who are awake. Looking back at some of their earlier work
when Sid Barrett was still playing with them, Set the Controls for the
Heart of the Sun is one of those songs which has a deep hidden mes-
sage. The lyrics are simple enough to analyze since the only words are
the ones which are in the title of the song. So what does setting the
controls for the heart of the sun actually mean? Well, we’ve already
concluded that the astral sun is the gateway equivalent to the tunnel of
light that leads us to the afterlife realms, which in turn leads us to re-
incarnate back down to Earth. When you take this into consideration,
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“So the band is essentially encouraging us to set our intentions to

go through the tunnel of light,” Dean said. “This sounds like sublimi-
nal programming at its finest. The whole song is about repeating the
same message over and over again.”
“That’s the name of the game,” Simon said. “These types of
songs are all about reaching into our subconscious mind and pro-
gramming it in such a way that we’re not even consciously aware of.”
“What about some of their songs from The Dark Side of the
Moon? That’s one of the most famous classic rock albums of all time.
Certainly there must be a lot of hidden truths in those tracks.”
“You bet there is. In fact, the title of the album alone has a cryp-
tic message embedded in it. We’ve talked so much about the sun
being an occult symbol, but we haven’t really discussed why the
moon is also one. The moon, you see, is believed by many to be a
soul catcher of sorts. If you’ve ever seen the DreamWorks logo, you
may have an idea as to what I’m talking about.”
Dean tried to recall what the logo looked like, but couldn’t quite
draw it from his memory. He ran a Google search and found the im-
age of a boy sitting on a crescent moon with a fishing rod in his
hands. “Why would DreamWorks design a logo of a boy fishing from
the moon? That seems like a very high place to be searching for fish.”
“He’s not searching for fish, Dean. He’s searching for souls. In
other words, the moon is being used by extraterrestrials to reel us in
after we die. After we pass through the tunnel of light, which acts as a
Stargate, we’re taken to the moon to have an afterlife experience.”
“What!” Dean exclaimed. “You mean to tell me the near-death
experience I had took place on the moon? I don’t recall seeing any-
thing that even remotely resembled a moon while I was experiencing
what I perceived to be Heaven.”
“That’s because you weren’t physically on the moon,” Simon ex-
plained. “You were in the astral realm. Many people believe there are
alien bases on the far side of the moon where extraterrestrials are us-
ing advanced technology to beam our souls back down to Earth for
another incarnation. This would mean that the moon is being used as a
recycling center. Isn’t it strange how the moon just happens to rotate
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“So you’re suggesting that the name of Pink Floyd’s most famous
album was named after some hidden truth about the moon? I suppose
what you’re saying does make sense when you consider their song
Brain Damage where they sing, I’ll see you on the dark side of the
moon. If we really do go to the dark side of the moon when we die,
then this lyric takes on a whole new meaning.”
“Yes, it certainly does,” Simon said. “There’s more to that song
than just that one verse, though. Roger Waters sings about there being
a lunatic in his head. He says there’s someone in his head, but it’s not
him. If one didn’t know better, they would think this was referring to
schizophrenia. After all, Sid Barrett’s schizophrenia was what forced
him out of Pink Floyd. Having a lunatic in your head can also be a
reference to the moon’s effects over one’s mind. The word ‘lunatic’
derives from the word ‘lunaticus’ which is related to the moon. But is
this really what he’s singing about? There have been many songs in
the mainstream music industry over the years involving artists singing
about hearing voices in one’s head. In the song Diamonds by Kanye
West, he sings about there being voices in his head. The Cranberries
also have a popular song which asks, What's in your head, in your
head? Zombie, zombie. Is it possible these songs may be referring to
MK Ultra mind control? We’ve already discussed the likelihood that
many of these celebrities are mind control victims. Also keep in mind
that 5G technology is supposed to have the capability of controlling
people’s thoughts and emotions once it becomes ubiquitous in the
2020’s. Could these songs be foreshadowing a future apocalyptic
event? Quite possibly.”
“You certainly have a fascinating perspective on analyzing some
of these songs,” Dean acknowledged. “But what about the album cov-
er? Is there any hidden meaning behind the infamous triangular prism
displayed in the artwork?”
“Of course. You have the white light, representing the pure soul,
being refracted by the prism, which creates a spectrum of colors in the
form of a rainbow. Remote viewer Brett Stuart did a remote viewing
session on the afterlife and his results showed that after we die, our
souls get caught in what is described as a net, where it is then split
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hind the design of that logo should be pretty self-explanatory. It’s an-
other example of truth hidden in plain sight.”
Dean felt deflated, almost as if he had been kicked in the stom-
ach. Pink Floyd was one of his favorite classic rock bands. How could
he ever go back to listening to them again after knowing how they
were using satanic subliminal messages in their songs?
“And while The Dark Side of the Moon may be Pink Floyd’s
most famous album, arguably their most popular song came from a
later record. I’m talking of course about Another Brick in the Wall.
This song talks about how we’re all just another cog in the machine
that allows the matrix control system we’re living in to function. Wel-
come to the Machine is another song with a similar message. We’re
all slaves in a world where we have to work to make fake paper mon-
ey, which only has value because we give it power. Without it, we’d
be forced to live on the streets and deal with a life filled with unnec-
essary hardship. Some would ironically say, ‘welcome to the real
world.’ But as we’ve already discovered, the world we live in is noth-
ing more than a mere illusion.”
“I have to stop you there,” Dean insisted. “Let’s move on to an-
other artist. I don’t think I can take listening to any further
degradation of the band that I’ve idolized since my early teenage
years.”
“Fair enough,” Simon conceded. “I do have one last thing I want
to mention about them, however. While you may have to look deep
into some of their songs to find the hidden messages, they are no
strangers to referring to Lucifer directly. They had a song called Luci-
fer Sam, which was on their debut album. The name of the album was
called The Piper at the Gates of Dawn.”
“Let me guess, this is another reference to the piper being Pan
and the gates of dawn would represent the entrance to Heaven? In
other words, Lucifer is the one seducing us into one of his false heav-
enly realms by making the tunnel of light seem appealing?”
“That’s a good way of putting it, Dean,” Simon said with a nod
of his head. “And in case you were having any doubts that Pan is the
piper being talked about here, consider how Van Morrison had a song
called Piper at the Gates of Dawn. He says in the lyrics, The song
dream happened and the cloven hoofed piper played in that holy
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ground where they felt the awe and wonder. And they all were un-
afraid of the great god Pan.”
Dean looked down at his folded hands which lay still in his lap.
He let out a gentle sigh, and Simon could sense the disappointment in
it. It was like explaining to a child for the first time that there was no
such thing as Santa Claus. Dean would never be able to listen to Pink
Floyd’s music the same way ever again.
“Let’s move on,” Simon said mercifully. “You may be familiar
with the band called Kansas. They had a popular song called Carry
On Wayward Son. Do you recall the lyrics? Once I rose above the
noise and confusion. Just to get a glimpse beyond the illusion. I was
soaring ever higher, but I flew too high. Though my eyes could see I
still was a blind man. Though my mind could think I still was a mad
man. What’s the message being conveyed here?”
“It sounds to me that he’s saying once he raised his level of spir-
itual awareness, he was able to perceive what lies beyond this illusory
matrix because he was vibrating at a higher frequency. Being able to
see visually with his eyes and yet still being a blind man is representa-
tive of spiritual blindness or ignorance.”
“That’s very good, Dean. Being able to identify the hidden mes-
sages in these songs pertaining to spiritual awareness shows that you,
yourself, are beginning to vibrate on a higher frequency. Another
song which exemplifies spiritual awakening is Bring Me to Life by
Evanescence. The first few verses of the song are about the singer’s
spirit being so deeply suppressed that she says it’s ‘sleeping some-
where cold’. That is, until she discovers it by becoming spiritually
awake. Once she finds it, she’s able to lead her spirit back home. How
do we lead our spirit back home?”
“By exiting the matrix,” Dean replied. “By not falling for the
tunnel of light trap and leaving through the grid immediately after
death. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes, although death isn’t a word that I’m very fond of. The real-
ity is, there is no death. Death is an illusion, since spirit is eternal and
can never die. The only real death that occurs is that of the physical
body, which was never the real you to begin with. The physical body
is merely a container for your consciousness. Now let’s look further
into the lyrics to the rest of the song. Frozen inside, without your
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touch. Without your love, darling. Only you are my life among the
dead. If someone was listening to this without knowing the lyrics are
about having a spiritual awakening, they would likely think this was a
love song. The singer is feeling frozen inside without the touch and
love of her spirit, not of a significant other. Only her spirit makes her
feel alive among those who are spiritually dead.”
“Wow, you’re right. I never thought about it that way before. The
whole song she’s begging to be woken up inside and brought to life.
I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems. Got to open my eyes to
everything. Again she’s talking about being spiritually asleep for a
long time. A thousand years likely refers to lacking spiritual aware-
ness over many incarnations. Now she’s finally becoming awake.”
“Just like you,” Simon said succinctly. “It sounds like you can re-
late to the hidden messages in some of these songs. For some artists
though, it’s not just their songs or albums that have significant mean-
ing, but it’s the actual name of the artist or group in itself that carries
an importance that is often overlooked.”
“What do you mean?” Dean asked.
“Well, let’s take the band U2 for example. Where do you think
the name of the band comes from? Most people would likely think
that it’s an abbreviated way of saying ‘you too’. This is not the case,
however. U2 actually derives from the ancient Sumerian god, Utu.
Utu was god of the sun and was the equivalent of the Akkadian god
Shamash. We later see the same sun god worshiped in Egypt under
the name of Ra. In most ancient Egyptian accounts, Ra is said to be
the son of Ptah. Ptah is a demiurge and god of creation, who is the
equivalent of Enki. This would mean that Ra is none other than Mar-
duk! U2 is therefore paying homage to Marduk under his
Mesopotamian epithet of Utu. And in case that’s not enough evidence
for you, consider the fact that U2 has a song called New Year’s Day.
New Year’s Day was known as Akitu to the Babylonians, and was a
pagan festival which was dedicated to Marduk’s slaying of Tiamat.
Marduk, of course, was the patron god of Babylon.”
“That would explain why Bono can be seen making satanic hand
gestures in the mainstream so often,” Dean said as he pulled up an
image on the web of the U2 singer’s hand over his eye. “I never could
fully trust a man who wears his sunglasses all the time. It doesn’t sur-
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prise me too much that someone like him would be a fraud. Are there
any other examples of artists named after ancient pagan gods?”
“Yes,” Simon replied. “They’re particularly prevalent in heavy
metal bands. For example, Nergal is the name of the lead singer from
Behemoth. Nergal was an underworld Mesopotamian deity who was a
god of war. Who else do we know from Greek mythology who’s a
god of war? Ares, of course. Ares is associated with the planet Mars.
Also, the constellation Aries is associated with the ram and the Egyp-
tian god Ra, who was depicted as having a ram’s head. Who else do
we know who is associated with the planet Mars, the sun god Ra, as
well as the ram?”
“Marduk!” Dean shouted in response. “I’m beginning to see a
growing trend here. Isn’t there also a heavy metal band called Mar-
duk? At least we don’t have to do any heavy decoding for that one.”
“You’re right, that one’s pretty blatant. That band also has a song
called Souls for Belial. Belial is one of the seventy-two demons of the
Ars Goetia. King Solomon was said to have bound these demons to a
vessel and commanded them to help him build a temple dedicated to
Yahweh. Belial is said to be a King of Hell and is often equated to the
biblical Satan. In reality, Belial is derived from Bel, which was a title
meaning ‘lord’ that was given to various Mesopotamian gods. Bel
was often specifically identified with Marduk, and so it would be fair
to say that Belial is one of Marduk’s demonic aspects. Beelzebub and
Baal are also likely different aspects of the same entity. Baal is anoth-
er title meaning ‘lord’ that was used for many different gods.”
“Wow, Marduk sure does get a lot of praise in the music industry.
Didn’t Edgar Cayce also talk about Belial in his trance readings? I
remember learning about Cayce in my psychology class.”
“Very good, Dean,” Simon said impressed. “It’s good to see that
you didn’t fall asleep in class that day. Yes, Edgar Cayce was known
as the ‘sleeping prophet’ because he would go into deep trance and
deliver past life readings. He spoke about Atlantis in several of his
trance sessions and mentioned how at one point it became divided in-
to two groups. These two groups were known as the Children of the
Law of One and the Sons of Belial. In other words, you were either on
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while Marduk represented the latter. As you can see, the concept of
duality goes further back in time than most people realize.”
“Atlantis is fictional though, is it not?” Dean asked. “I recall
learning about the lost continent in college while reading some of Pla-
to’s literary works.”
“No, Dean. Atlantis is most certainly not fictional. That’s another
story for another time, though. Let’s go back to discussing some more
songs. I’m sure you’ve heard of Go Your Own Way by Fleetwood
Mac. While this song does not specifically refer to anything supernat-
ural, isn’t the underlining message pertinent to what we should be
doing once we leave our physical bodies? We should all follow our
internal source, which is our Higher Self, and go our own way rather
than chase an external light down some tunnel that will only lead us to
further entrapment.”
“What about Madonna?” Dean asked. “Who can forget her con-
troversial Illuminati halftime performance during the Super Bowl in
2012? Certainly there must be hidden messages in her music.”
“Yes, that was a sight to behold. She was shown sitting on a
throne with a crown displaying devil horns. Her hand gestures also
signified the ‘as above, so below’ motto that the Baphomet symbol
stands for. As far as her music is concerned, she does have some
songs that would make an awakened individual raise their eyebrow.
Frozen is a good example of this. In this song, Madonna seems to take
turns playing the role of herself and Satan. She starts as herself by
saying, you only see what your eyes want to see. How can life be what
you want it to be? You're frozen. When your heart's not open.”
“So we have yet another song talking about feeling frozen inside
when you’re not connected to your heart and spirit, similar to the one
by Evanescence,” Dean concluded. “That’s pretty interesting. You
can also argue that seeing only what your eyes want to see is similar
to what Kansas mentions in their song about being a blind man even
though his eyes could see. Being able to see visually is not the same
as being able to see spiritually.”
“That’s correct,” Simon replied. “The ensuing chorus is perhaps
even more interesting, especially if you consider the music video to
the song. Mm, hmm. If I could melt your heart. Mm, hmm. We'd never
be apart. Mm, hmm. Give yourself to me. Mm, hmm. You hold the key.
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Madonna sings these words as she makes a ‘666’ gesture with her
hands, indicating that there’s a satanic message behind this.”
“It does make sense that this would be the part where she’s play-
ing the role of Satan. If Satan could melt her heart, in other words,
destroy her spirit, they’d never be apart, since he is spiritless and she
would be like him. He’s then urging her to give herself to him, but
acknowledges that she has the freewill to make that choice by saying
that she ultimately holds the key.”
“Yes, this song may very well be telling us that Madonna has
sold her soul for fortune and fame. Destroying her spirit wouldn’t be
possible since spirit is eternal. The soul, however, is another story.
Speaking of which, there’s another popular female singer who has a
song with an eerily similar message. Even though you’re a classic
rock fan, I’m sure you’ve heard of the song Umbrella by Rihanna.”
“Not my cup of tea, but yes I’m familiar with the song,” Dean
said. “I do recall there being some conspiracy theory about Jay-Z’s
verse in the remix to the song. Something about stacking chips in an-
ticipation for precipitation for the rainy day. I remember a lot of
people saying that lyric was meant to be a reference to Jay-Z knowing
that the stock market crash of 2008 was going to happen. He’s a
‘Rocafella’, and it’s the Rockefellers along with the Rothschilds who
control the world banking system, no?”
“Yes, that’s an unfortunate truth,” Simon said solemnly. “How-
ever, there’s much more going on in this song. Much like Frozen, it’s
another song which features a back and forth dialogue between the
singer and Satan. In fact, when you look deeper into the lyrics, it be-
comes comical to think that anyone would even consider this to be a
love song. You have my heart, and we'll never be worlds apart. May-
be in magazines, but you'll still be my star. Baby, 'cause in the dark.
You can't see shiny cars. And that's when you need me there. With you
I'll always share.”
Dean contemplated the lyrics for a moment bearing in mind what
Simon just mentioned. “So essentially this is Satan telling Rihanna
that he loves her and will never be far from her even if they are
worlds apart. Even though she’s famous in magazines and a star to all
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longer afford shiny cars and material things, he will ensure that she’s
taken care of under his ‘umbrella’ where he will always protect her.”
“That’s the message in a nutshell. The rest of the song also
strongly alludes to the anomalous relationship between Rihanna and
Satan. Took an oath that I'm a stick it out 'til the end. Many artists in
the music industry have implied that they have taken an oath to Satan
in order to gain fortune and fame. Imagine Dragons sang about it in
Natural. Ariana Grande also mentions making deals with the devil in
Side to Side. Isn’t it funny how these artists can hide the truth in plain
sight and no one even seems to realize?”
“You're part of my entity, here for infinity. Doesn’t this also sug-
gest that there’s something demonic about this song?” Dean asked.
“An entity in this context would be referencing something supernatu-
ral. Then she goes on to say, you can run into my arms. It's okay,
don't be alarmed. Come into me. This sounds like an invitation to
bodily possession to me.”
“No shit,” Simon said. “That’s not the only controversial song
that Rihanna and Jay-Z collaborated on either. Run This Town is an-
other example of how the two incorporated subliminal messages in
their music. One can argue that the opening verses of the song are a
part of predictive programming. Feel it comin' in the air. And the
screams from everywhere. I'm addicted to the thrill. It's a dangerous
love affair. Can't be scared when it goes down. Got a problem, tell me
now. Only thing that's on my mind is who's gonna run this town to-
night?”
“Predictive programming?” Dean retorted. “You mean like mak-
ing reference to a real life event before it actually takes place?”
“Yes, and in this case, the aforementioned event is an apocalyptic
end-times scenario. She mentions feeling something coming in the air.
The screams indicate that this is something foreboding. The only
thing that’s on her mind is who’s going to run the town once this
event takes place. If you consider that the phrase ‘order out of chaos’
is the motto of the Freemasons, then this event would appear to be
foreshadowing the New World Order agenda.”
Dean contemplated the thought and realized it made sense. Jay-
Z’s clothing line was named Rocawear, and he co-founded Roc-A-
Fella Records. The Rockefeller family is well-known for supposedly
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being a part of the hidden hand that’s controlling world events and
trying to usher in the NWO.
“This is Roc Nation, pledge your allegiance is one of Jay-Z’s
lines in the song,” Simon said seemingly reading Dean’s mind regard-
ing the Rockefeller connection. “He also goes on to say, and ain't
nobody fresher, I'm in Mason. Wouldn’t this insinuate an affiliation to
the Freemasons?”
“For what it’s worth, he does follow up by saying ‘Martin Mar-
giela’, but that was likely done as a clever pun to make people think
he’s talking about a fashion company rather than a secret society.
Come to think of it, Jay-Z collaborated with Rick Ross on a song
called Free Mason which was quite obviously about Freemasonry.”
“He did, but let’s not get crazy and think that these artists are all
33rd degree Freemasons just because they’re rapping about it in their
music. Make no mistake, that’s an honor only reserved for a special
group of men. They are the ones who truly understand who and what
they are serving. They call him the Great Architect of the Universe.
To the Gnostics, of course, he was called the Demiurge which we
know is Enki/Lucifer.”
“Are there any other songs like this?” Dean asked. “Regarding
the NWO or other end-times scenarios?”
“Oh, there’s plenty,” Simon said. “Look at the song Bad Moon
Rising by Credence Clearwater Revival. John Fogerty sings about
natural disasters occurring and other impending doom while also
mentioning that he knows the end is coming soon. Aren’t cataclysmic
events supposed to play a major role in the end-times according to the
Book of Revelation?”
“They certainly are. Since we’re on the topic of classic rock
bands and the end-times, I guess we should mention the song It’s the
End of the World as We Know It by R.E.M.”
“Yes, that’s an important one to discuss,” Simon professed. “The
‘as we know it’ part should be strongly emphasized because the reali-
ty is, the world isn’t actually going to be ending. Rather, we will soon
be transitioning from the Age of Pisces to the Age of Aquarius. This
is going to bring about major changes to our planet, and mass geno-
cide may very well occur along with worldwide destruction from
natural disasters. The old world would understandably be unrecog-
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nizable after such events were to play out. But much like the legend
of the phoenix, a new world will rise out of the ashes from the old
one. This new world will be the Singularity, when all are one and one
is all.”
“When all are one and one is all,” Dean repeated. “That’s from
Stairway to Heaven isn’t it?”
“Yes, Dean. That was a very subtle reference by Led Zeppelin
about the coming hive mind that the Singularity will bring, but it’s
undeniably there. Now, if you want to talk about a more recent band
who has frequently mentioned the end-times in their music, you can
look no further than Imagine Dragons.”
“Thunder, feel the thunder?” Dean asked.
“No, that’s not one of the songs by them that mentions the end-
times. Good guess though. I see you’re at least familiar with their mu-
sic.”
Dean laughed. “No, no. I meant I really do feel thunder. I think
it’s beginning to storm.”
The two boys took a look outside the window and sure enough,
there was heavy rain and flashes of lightning.
“Well, shit,” Simon grumbled. “I guess I’ll have to stay here until
the storm slows down.”
“You’re welcome to stay as long as you’d like,” Dean said. “An-
yway, I think I know which songs by Imagine Dragons you’re
referring to. Whatever It Takes, Natural, and Radioactive all mention
the end-times in their lyrics.”
“Yes, and Radioactive is the one I want to focus on. This song is
covertly alluding to the coming 5G apocalypse. I'm waking up to ash
and dust. This is it, the apocalypse. I'm waking up, I feel it in my
bones. Enough to make my systems blow. Welcome to the new age, to
the new age. These lyrics are referencing the end-times apocalypse
where a new world will emerge out of the ashes and dust from the old
one. Am I beginning to sound like a broken record yet? He feels the
radiation from the 5G in his bones and it’s enough to make his system
blow. Our biological bodies will not be able to handle the high elec-
tromagnetic frequencies that 5G will emit, but once humanity has
merged with machines, the new cyborg body will be designed to han-
dle the otherwise lethal conditions. This new age of cyborgs, smart
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cities, and 5G will be the Singularity and Age of Aquarius that I’ve
been talking about.”
“And you believe this is all going to happen by the year 2030?”
“I don’t believe it, I know it,” Simon said defiantly. “That’s what
Agenda 21 is all about. Not to mention it was also shown to us at the
end of Katy Perry’s music video to the song E.T.”
Dean went on YouTube and fast-forwarded to the end of the mu-
sic video to see what Simon was talking about. Sure enough, he saw
an image of a case that read, ‘pigeon: a common bird, went extinct
2030’. Next to it was another case with an inscription that read, ‘hu-
man sunglasses, circa 2011’. Dean paused to reflect on what that
could possibly mean.
Simon chimed in as Dean continued to ponder the message. “So
this music video is set in a post-apocalyptic future where humans no
longer exist. That is why they show an eyeglass case with that phrase.
Humanity existed in 2011, but will inevitably go extinct by the year
2030. We are the pigeons, the common bird that will be exterminated
once artificial intelligence takes over. For what it’s worth, the passen-
ger pigeon went extinct very quickly. A giant population of birds was
wiped completely off the face of the planet in a relatively short period
of time. Unfortunately for us, it looks like we’re doomed to suffer the
same fate.”
Dean continued to watch the end of the video, which showed
Katy Perry putting on the pair of sunglasses and walking hand in hand
into the sun together with a cyborg-like being. There was definitely
something creepy about the music video and Dean decided it would
be best to watch it from the beginning. As he played it back, Simon
pressed the pause button just as Katy was singing, I’m ready to go,
lead me into the light.”
“Look what the video shows as she’s singing those words,” Si-
mon said. “It shows a leopard catching its prey and killing it.
Interesting how they would show that at the exact time she’s saying to
lead her into the light. So here we are again being shown subliminally
that the tunnel of light is a death trap waiting for us after we die. How
many different ways can they show it to us before people finally wake
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“I’m wide awake,” Dean said. Just as he said those words, he re-
membered that Katy Perry had a song by that same title. “Hey, what
about the song Wide Awake?”
“That’s another song that has plenty of occult references in it.
Let’s watch the music video to that one together.” Dean played the
video and Simon provided commentary as it went along.
“Look at how the video starts off. Katy is in a labyrinth, holding
up a lantern as she tries to navigate her way through the maze. Does
this sound familiar to you?”
Dean was astonished. He was once again reminded of the lucid
dream he had when he was traveling through a dark maze until a
beautiful young lady, who later turned out to be a decrepit old hag, lit
up the way for him to follow.
“In this instance, Katy is playing the role of the fallen Gnostic
Sophia,” Simon explained. “She has fallen from cloud nine, as she
says in the song. Cloud nine is the highest realm of existence there is.
In other words, it is the Pleroma which she has fallen from that has
caused her to become lost and in search of finding her way back
home. Katy eventually meets a little girl who pushes her in a wheel-
chair and finds an exit to the maze. The maze, however, is guarded by
two Minotaur-like men who likely represent the archons blocking our
exit to the matrix. Interestingly enough, the little girl is able to remove
the men with her willpower. Once she does this, she and Katy find
themselves in a world of color which has a doorway of light. This is
where they hug each other, wave goodbye, and depart. Katy stays be-
hind, suggesting that she will choose to go through the doorway. She
opens her hand and a butterfly flies out which was given to her by the
little girl. We then see Katy resume her life as a pop star.”
“So the little girl represents Katy Perry’s Higher Self.”
“Exactly. And the butterfly represents transformation. Speaking
of the Higher Self, not many people know this, but the song Space
Oddity by David Bowie is about just that. The lyrics feature a back
and forth conversation between Ground Control, his lower Self, and
Major Tom, his Higher Self. The ending of the song is symbolic of
Bowie being disconnected from his Higher Self and feeling blue be-
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“That’s incredible,” Dean said. “Do you believe these artists real-
ly understand the truth behind their own songs?”
“I’m sure Bowie did, since he was very heavily into the occult,
Gnosticism, and the Kabbalah. But do I believe that all of these artists
fully understand the meaning behind their own song lyrics? No, be-
cause for the most part, these artists have ghostwriters. Even if the
artist claims they wrote the song themselves, it doesn’t mean it’s true.
And for the ones who really do write the songs themselves, they are
all being very much influenced to do so. There have been many artists
who have claimed they wrote songs that they didn’t know what the
words were about. How is this possible? Are they channeling entities
through automatic writing to help them write their songs? That may
quite possibly be the case, whether they realize it or not.”
“What about the movie industry? Does Hollywood work the
same way as the music industry? Are there truths hidden in plain sight
in movies and television shows?”
“Oh, Dean. I think you already know the answer to that,” Simon
asserted. “If you’re ready to move on to that topic, then be prepared to
have your mind blown. The movie industry is about to get exposed.”

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Chapter 6

Dean wasn’t sure if he was prepared for what Simon was about to
tell him. If it was anything like what he’d already told him about the
music industry, he wasn’t sure if he could handle it. Although he
didn’t necessarily have the same affinity towards any specific actors
or actresses like he did musicians, he would still be devastated to hear
that any of his favorite childhood movies were in any way associated
with Enki’s agenda.
“What if I told you that the Disney movie Alice in Wonderland
was really about the nature of reality and the truth behind our human
origins?” Simon asked. “Would you believe me or would you call me
a crazy person?”
“Probably the latter,” Dean confessed. “Everyone knows that
movie was about a young girl who got curious and wound up in some
make-believe world, which she eventually escaped from and found
her way back home.”
An increasingly wide smile formed on Simon’s face which re-
minded Dean of the Cheshire cat from the cartoon movie. Then it
suddenly dawned on him why Simon was smiling. He gasped at the
revelation. “The world we live in parallels Wonderland, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, Dean. Alice in Wonderland is a Gnostic parable which mir-
rors the story of Sophia’s fall from the Pleroma into the material
world. Here we have Alice, whose name ironically derives from the
Greek word ‘alethéia’ which means ‘truth’, who starts off as an inno-
cent girl in a peaceful world. Her peace becomes disrupted when she
sees a white rabbit with a clock running around frantically. You prob-
ably already know what happens after that. She follows the rabbit into
a tunnel which leads to her fall into Wonderland.”
“In other words, it was Alice’s curiosity which led to her fall. My
God, Simon. You’re right about this being a retelling of the Sophia
myth and her descent into matter. The only way Sophia could learn
more about Herself is by exploring the lower worlds and experiencing
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“Yes, and Alice has many interesting adventures while in Won-

derland,” Simon said. “Her curiosity eventually turns into dismay,
however. After discovering that everyone in Wonderland is mad, she
feels a longing desire to want to return home. When the Queen of
Hearts calls for Alice’s head, Alice is chased through a maze which
turns into a tunnel of smoke after she’s confronted by the talking cat-
erpillar. When she reaches the door which leads to the way out, she’s
told that it’s locked. She peers inside the keyhole and sees the real
version of herself sound asleep. It’s not until that she comes to the
realization that she’s sleeping, thus meaning Wonderland is just an
illusion, that she wills herself to awaken and finds her way back
home. Do you understand the moral of the story?”
“I think so. It reminds me of Bring Me to Life by Evanescence.
Alice sees her Higher Self, or spirit, sleeping somewhere cold. Once
she finds it there, she’s able to lead it back home and escape Wonder-
land for good. What a powerful message! People go their whole lives
believing that they need to do a certain amount of good deeds or wor-
ship a particular God in order to make it into Heaven, when in reality,
all they need to do is wake up to their true divine nature in order to
return to paradise.”
“Excellent analysis, Dean. I couldn’t agree more with your anal-
ogy. Since we’re drawing comparisons, let’s take a look at the
similarities between Alice and Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz. Much
like Alice, Dorothy’s story begins in a peaceful place which becomes
disrupted. In this case, it’s a tornado vortex which takes her away
from her home in Kansas and transports her to the illusory world of
the Land of Oz. The tornado is comparable to the tunnel of light
which leads to our reincarnation back onto Earth.”
“That’s true,” Dean realized. “Also, Dorothy’s adventures in Oz
are similar to Alice’s adventures in Wonderland. She interacts with
flying monkeys, talking trees, and a bunch of other characters which
seem to defy logic. Let’s be real, who’s ever heard of a scarecrow
who needed a brain?”
“Or a tinman who needed a heart?” Simon chimed in. “And let’s
not forget about those singing munchkins either. What is it that they
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the yellow brick road leads Dorothy to the wizard of Oz, and what do
you think this is a metaphor for?”
“The tunnel of light,” Dean answered. “The tunnel that leads us
to the Demiurge is analogous to the yellow brick road that leads
Dorothy to the wizard. It reminds me of the song from the movie
where they sing, you're out of the woods, you're out of the dark,
you're out of the night. Step into the sun, Step into the light.”
“Exactly. Hollywood has been programming us for a long time to
believe that darkness is evil and the light is good. Since most people
accept this, it’s easy to see how we can be manipulated over and over
again to go into the light when we die. Dorothy expects the wizard to
be able to tell her how to find her way home, but he insists that she
first brings him the Wicked Witch’s broomstick before he helps her.
The idea that there’s a good witch and a bad witch is an indication
that polarity exists in Oz, similar to how it exists in the world we live
in. There always has to be a good guy and a bad guy, right?”
“Right,” Dean agreed. “Every good story needs a hero and a vil-
lain. Isn’t it ironic how Dorothy spends all her time relying on an
external source to guide her home when she had the power all along
to go home anytime she wanted?”
“That’s the whole moral of the story,” Simon said. “The ruby
slippers that Dorothy was given by Glinda the Good Witch gave her
the ability to go home whenever she was ready to do so. It wasn’t un-
til she woke up to this truth that she was able to use her will and
desire to click her heels together and set her intentions on going back
home. Does this sound familiar to you, Dean?”
“Yes, of course. This is a retelling of the story of how the Gnostic
Sophia instilled the spark of divinity within us so that we could return
home whenever we’ve spiritually awakened. Knowledge was the only
thing she ever needed.”
“And knowledge is the foundation of Gnosticism. To have gnosis
is to have knowledge. It’s also why Sophia means ‘wisdom’. Dorothy
first gains wisdom when the wizard of Oz is exposed as being a fraud.
He portrayed himself as being an all-powerful wizard, but in reality
he was just a feeble old man deceiving people from behind the scenes.
This is similar to how the Demiurge portrays himself as being an om-
nipotent god, even though the only true power he has is that which we
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give to him. After Dorothy stopped paying attention to the man be-
hind the curtain and recognized the power she had within herself, she
was able to return back home.”
“And once she returned home, everyone tried to convince her that
it was all just a dream,” Dean said. “Which seems fitting, because
isn’t that was life is?”
“Just a dream,” Simon reiterated. “Just like Wonderland was Al-
ice’s dream. Alice and Dorothy are both archetypes of Sophia, having
fallen from their respective worlds into an illusory existence. We hu-
mans are all aspects of Sophia dreaming this simulated reality which
we find ourselves in. When we leave this world, we must use our
willpower to stay away from the false light and return to our true spir-
itual home.”
“Wasn’t there an episode on Star Trek where Janeway has a near-
death experience and then encounters what appears to be the spirit of
her deceased father, but is really an alien being in disguise? Could it
be that a message was trying to be conveyed to us that there are para-
sitic entities waiting to trick us after we die to prevent us from ever
finding our way back home? I recall the alien imposter telling Jane-
way that she will eventually come into his matrix and nourish him for
a long time.”
“Yes, that was from the ‘Coda’ episode. She accuses the alien
disguised as her father as being akin to a vulture preying on people
when they’re most vulnerable at the moment of their death. He admits
to her that this is what his species does, but he insists that it’s only
done to comfort people and make the crossing over an occasion of
joy. She realizes that he’s lying because of how desperate he sounds
about having her come into his matrix. She tells him that if he could
force her to go with him, he would’ve already done it. Instead, he
needs her to give him her consent in order to be taken. She says they
can stand and argue about it for all eternity and she will still never
agree to go with him. How great would it be if everyone could come
to the same realization as Janeway?”
“We’d all be free if that were to happen,” Dean said. “I can tell
you from experience that it’s hard to resist the temptation of following
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itual knowledge. We automatically assume that it’s really them and

we trust they will show us which way we should go.”
“The light can be very deceptive,” Simon acknowledged. “Going
back to our discussions on the music industry, consider how many
songs talk about the light and the sun. Blinded by the Light by Bruce
Springsteen talks about being blinded by a light and becoming anoth-
er runner in the night. We know the light in this context is the sun,
because Bruce sings about how he knows he shouldn’t look into the
sights of the sun even though that’s where the ‘fun’ is. Why do you
suppose he says that it’s fun?”
“Because passing through the astral sun guarantees that we’ll
continue to remain in the matrix and play the game again by reincar-
nating into another body. That may sound like fun for some people,
but I know I won’t get fooled again the next time I die.”
“Won’t get fooled again,” Simon repeated. “Just like the song by
The Who. Since we’re back on the topic of music again, I should
mention that the band Muse has an album called Simulation Theory.
What’s interesting about this is that the last song on the album is
called The Void. Where did we say we should go once we exit the
simulation?”
“The void!” Dean exclaimed. “How appropriate that they would
save that song for last. Black Sabbath also had a song called Into the
Void. It talks about leaving Earth to Satan and his slaves of sin and
hate, and finding another world where freedom awaits. They refer to
this world as the ancient and eternal void.”
“And they couldn’t be more right. Unfortunately, there are a lot
more songs that talk about the sun and the light than the void. The
Beatles have the song Here Comes the Sun and Lucy in the Sky with
Diamonds. In the latter song, they say to look for the girl with the sun
in her eyes. Most people think this song is a reference to LSD, but the
truth is much deeper than that. Lucy is Lucifer and the astral sun is the
sun that’s in her eyes. Interestingly enough, what most people don’t
know is that Saturn was our original sun prior to the invasion of our
solar system by Enki and his cohorts. Most occultists recognize Sat-
urn as being the Black Sun, as the color black has been associated
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current sun, you’ll see a fiery orange color. That’s where the televi-
sion show Orange Is the New Black originates from.”
“Didn’t David Bowie have a song called Blackstar?” Dean asked.
“If I’m not mistaken, it was on his last album which was also called
Blackstar. And of course, Soundgarden had a hit song called Black
Hole Sun. Could the Blackstar and Black Hole Sun be a reference to
Saturn, the Black Sun?”
“Yes, Chris Cornell was absolutely referring to Saturn when he
was singing for the Black Hole Sun to come and wash away the rain.
The name ‘Satan’ derives from the planet Saturn. Satan is the adver-
sary, and Saturn as the ancient Black Sun is the adversary to the light
of our current sun. This further explains the duality that exists in our
world and the never-ending battle between darkness and light. Saturn
is associated with Enki. If you have any doubts that the two are con-
nected, consider that two of Saturn’s moons are named ‘Pan’ and
‘Prometheus’. We’ve already talked about how Pan is associated with
Enki/Lucifer, but Prometheus is also another one of his titles. Prome-
theus is the Greek Titan who stole the fire from the gods and gave it
to mankind. In other words, Prometheus is the light-bearer and en-
lightener, similar to Lucifer. In fact, another one of Saturn’s moons is
named ‘Titan’. Prometheus’ theft of fire from Zeus earned him the
reputation as being a trickster god, and he was also credited for the
creation of man. Who else do we know as being a trickster god and
creator of the human race?”
“Enki,” Dean replied. “But why would Chris Cornell be calling
out for Enki to come and wash away the rain?”
“Because Enki views himself as the savior of mankind. He
doesn’t view himself as being our adversary. Also, Enki has been
prophesized to return to Earth during the end-times to save us like he
did with the Deluge. Why do you think there’s a movie called The
Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King? Enki is in control of Sat-
urn’s rings which keep us locked into linear, sequential time. As far as
Cornell is concerned, in addition to the Black Sun, he is also connect-
ed to the Black Dog.”
“Black Dog?” Dean asked. “Like the song by Led Zeppelin?”
“Yes,” Simon responded. “Also like Temple of the Dog, which is
another band that he was the vocalist for. You see, Sirius is known as
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the ‘Dog Star’, and it is considered to be the brightest star in the night
sky. Enki came to Earth from Sirius after he rebelled against Orion.
Remember the one-third of the star beings I mentioned that Enki
tricked into joining him in his rebellion? Well, they originated from
Sirius which is located in the constellation of Canis Major. They are
the ones who the Gnostics referred to as the archons. Have you ever
heard people talk about the dog days of summer? That saying comes
from the heliacal rising of Sirius of when the star can be visibly seen
above the eastern horizon at dawn just before sunrise. What’s interest-
ing about this is that Chris Cornell was born during the dog days of
summer on July 20th, which is the day of Sirius’ heliacal rising based
on the ancient Egyptian New Year. The Egyptian god Osiris, who is
equated to Enki, was linked with the helical rising of Sirius at the start
of the Egyptian New Year.”
“You can’t be serious,” Dean said in jest. “The only Sirius I ever
heard of is Sirius Satellite Radio. I was pretty bummed when Chris
‘Mad Dog’ Russo, the sports radio host, left WFAN radio in New
York to go to Sirius.”
“Do you think that was a coincidence?” Simon asked. “Sirius
Satellite Radio’s logo features a dog who has a star for an eye. In oth-
er words, it’s a reference to Sirius being the Dog Star. Kind of funny
how the Mad Dog went to a radio station known as the Dog Star, isn’t
it? And even further, he signed his contract with Sirius on August 19,
2008. Why is that significant? Because August 19th is one day prior to
August 20th, which is the final day of the dog days of summer. If you
research the dog days of summer, you will see that mad dogs are spe-
cifically connected to the dog days.”
Dean did a quick search for the dog days of summer and sure
enough, Simon was correct. “Doggone it, Simon. You’re really onto
something here. Wait a minute, don’t tell me the saying ‘doggone it’
is connected to Sirius too?”
“I’m not sure about that one, but I do know there is a tribe in Ma-
li called the Dogon. According to legend, the Nommos were a race of
amphibious beings who visited Earth thousands of years ago and gave
the Dogon people knowledge about astronomy, specifically about Sir-
ius B. Sirius B, known as the ‘white dwarf’ star, is the companion of
Sirius and is invisible to the human eye. Sirius B was not first discov-
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ered by science until 1862. How could the Dogon tribe have known
about the existence of the star thousands of years ago without the use
of any astronomical devices unless they received that knowledge from
extraterrestrials who came from there? According to legend, the
Nommos lived on a planet that orbits another star in the Sirius system.
Are you familiar with the Harry Potter series?”
Dean wasn’t sure why Simon would ask him that, but then he
remembered there was a character from Harry Potter named Sirius
Black. “Yes, Sirius Black was a shapeshifting wizard who would
transform himself into a black dog. If I’m not mistaken, he was also
the son of Orion. I’ll be damned, Simon! Black dog, Sirius Black, Sir-
ius B, Orion, everything’s starting to add up.”
“Yes, Sirius Black was Orion’s son, just like the star Sirius is
known as Orion’s dog. If you look up an image of Sirius, you will see
that’s it’s located beneath Orion. In Greek mythology, Orion the
Hunter had a dog named Sirius. If you trace the outline of both Orion
and Canis Major, you will see an image of a hunter and a dog in each
respective constellation. J.K. Rowling definitely had a peculiar fasci-
nation with these star systems. She also named Sirius Black’s cousin,
Bellatrix, which is one of the stars located in Orion. And Draco Mal-
foy, one the more important characters in Harry Potter, was named
after the Draco constellation. Also, Betelgeuse is another star located
in Orion, and you probably already know that there’s a popular chil-
dren’s movie character named Beetlejuice. It’s not hard to figure out
where Tim Burton got that name from.”
“There sure seems to be an unusual obsession with Orion in our
culture,” Dean stated. “Isn’t there a beer company called Orion Brew-
eries? And what about Orion Pictures? Didn’t they produce a lot of
popular movies?”
“They produced a lot of classics,” Simon said. “The Silence of the
Lambs, The Terminator, and Robocop are just a few of their most
well-known films. Orion certainly gets mentioned a lot in the movies
and most people don’t even realize it. In Men in Black, the cat in the
movie is named Orion. There’s also an alien who tells the Men in
Black that there is a galaxy on Orion’s belt to prevent war. In Mighty
Morphin Power Rangers: The Movie, Ivan Ooze, the main villain, is
led into space directly into the path of Orion’s comet and is destroyed.
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In John Wick: Chapter 3, John Wick is told to travel to the desert and
follow Orion’s dog, which is an obvious reference to Sirius.”
“Sirius seems to be mentioned in a lot of places as well,” Dean
professed. “Even the word ‘serious’ can be found in our daily conver-
sations. Why so serious? Remember that famous line by the Joker
from The Dark Knight movie? Pink also referenced it in the song,
Raise Your Glass. Wasn’t Sirius also mentioned in The Truman
Show? If I recall correctly, there was a mysterious object that fell
from the sky that had the star’s name on it.”
“Yes, the object had the words ‘Sirius (9 Canis Major)’ written
on it. We know that Lucifer is a fallen angel who came from Sirius
following his rebellion from Orion, so isn’t it ironic how this fallen
object would have that inscribed on it? And even more interesting
perhaps is the significance of the number nine, especially considering
how the object falls in between two pillars which could be seen as
representing the number eleven. The movie came out in 1998, but
could this have been a subliminal reference to 9/11? It may sound
crazy but you must also consider that the Stairway to Sirius in Free-
masonry lies between two pillars, so it is not far-fetched to suggest
that the pillars in the movie may contain an important message.
Speaking of 9/11, you may also find it interesting that the only police
dog who died on that date due to the terror attacks was named Sirius.”
Dean knew he should have been surprised by that statement, but
he no longer felt taken back by anything anymore. It was undeniable
at this point that these extraterrestrial beings who came from Sirius
had inserted themselves in every aspect of human culture.
“The Truman Show can be viewed as a mockumentary of our
lives here on Earth,” Simon continued. “Truman’s life is staged with-
out him being aware of it. It’s not until Truman becomes a
consciously aware individual that he’s able to ‘walk off set’ and es-
cape the reality show that the creator, Christof, has trapped him in.”
“The whole movie seems to give us a lot of hints about the nature
of our reality,” Dean said. “Even the name Truman seems to have its
own meaning. Truman is the ‘true man’ who was the creator of his
own reality all along. He didn’t need to participate in someone else’s
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into Enki’s matrix. Christof certainly exhibits a lot of the characteris-

tics of the Demiurge.”
“Yes, as you recall, Christof refers to himself as the creator. At
the end of the movie, he speaks to Truman as an unseen booming
voice similar to how one would imagine God speaking from the heav-
ens. After coming to the conclusion that nothing in his world was real,
Truman is told by Christof that he was the star of the show and he was
the one thing that was real. Truman finds a door that appears to be an
exit to Christof’s fake world, but Christof does everything in his pow-
er to persuade him from leaving. He tells him that the same lies and
deceit that exist in his world, also exist outside of it. He taunts him by
saying that he can’t leave because he’s afraid, implying that fear of
the unknown is what keeps people from ever leaving the world
they’re accustomed to.”
“But he does leave,” Dean interrupted. “To Christof’s dismay,
Truman takes a bow and walks through the door which assumingly
frees him from the shackles that kept him bound to the Truman Show.
We don’t know for sure since we don’t get to see where exactly Tru-
man goes after he exits. Based on the shock on Christof’s face and the
cheers from Truman’s ‘co-stars’, however, we can probably safely say
that he found his way to a better existence.”
“The way Truman exited the Truman Show is similar to the way
we’re intended to leave Earth,” Simon explained. “The doorway lead-
ing to darkness parallels the hole in the grid that leads us into the
Void. As you can see, Christof could not stop Truman from leaving
the Truman Show because he had no real power over him. All he
could do was try to trick and deceive Truman into staying by using his
emotions against him. At one point Christof even says, ‘he could
leave at any time. If this were anything more than a vague ambition, if
he was absolutely determined to discover the truth, there is no way we
could prevent him.’ Does this sound familiar to you?”
“Of course. It’s reminiscent of how Enki can’t stop us from leav-
ing his matrix. If we simply wake up to the truth and expand our
awareness, we won’t be affected by any deceptions he may throw our
way. Are there any other movies you would like to tell me about that
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“Most Disney movies contain a lot of subliminal messages. Heck,

if you watch the beginning of a Disney film, you’ll see the star Sirius
shining brightly in the sky. Also, the insignia of Walt Disney contains
the number of the beast, 666. Pull up an image if you don’t believe
me. You can clearly see a ‘6’ in the ‘W’, another ‘6’ in the ‘I’, and the
last ‘6’ in the ‘Y’. This is no surprise considering that the Disney
name is connected with the thirteen bloodlines of the Illuminati.”
Dean Googled the famous Walt Disney logo and saw exactly
what Simon was talking about. Could it really be that his entire child-
hood had been a lie? He grew up watching all of Disney’s most
popular films, and now it looked like it was all a sham.
“Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star, the nursery rhyme, is similar to
When You Wish Upon a Star, the song from Pinocchio, because
they’re both referring to the star Sirius,” Simon continued as Dean
listened attentively. “Pinocchio starts off as an inanimate wooden
puppet. But when Geppetto, his master, prays to the bright star he sees
in the sky, a blue fairy descends from the heavens and gives Pinoc-
chio life. Her color is symbolic of Sirius’ light-blue glow. This is also
why we have movies on Blu-ray discs, by the way. The blue ray or
blue glow alludes to Sirius.”
“I have to admit, programming a child’s subconscious mind
through Disney movies and cartoons is a pretty genius way to ma-
nipulate someone from a young age,” Dean stated. “That probably
explains why Fantasia creeped me out so much as a kid. I still have
visions of the demons from that movie stuck in my head.”
“You and a lot of other kids,” Simon said. “But the subconscious
programming runs deeper than just Disney movies, Hollywood, and
the music industry. It’s everywhere. It can even be found in places
like the WWE. One of the biggest stars in wrestling is Roman Reigns.
His nickname is ‘The Big Dog’. Sirius’ constellation, Canis Major, is
also known as the Big Dog. Furthermore, Roman Reigns wrestles in
black attire, so there we go again with the connection to the black
dog. None of this is coincidence, Dean. Disney is just one of many
corporations who has Enki’s fingerprints all over them.”
“Now I understand why Cinderella’s cat would be named Luci-
fer. I always thought that was odd. There’s probably a good reason for
Peter Pan’s name too. Didn’t you say Enki is associated with Pan?”
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“Yes, the Greek god Pan is who Peter Pan is based off of,” Simon
divulged. “That’s fairly obvious when you consider the musical in-
strument that Peter Pan plays in the movie is identical to the one that
the Greek god Pan was also known for playing. I’m talking about the
panpipes, or pan flute, of course. The similarities don’t end there ei-
ther. Peter Pan is seen dressed green, which is interesting considering
that the Green Man is a pagan symbol which represents the Horned
God. Pan is known as the Horned God, being half-goat. The idea of
the devil having horns originates from Pan, and can also explain why
Peter Pan has pointed ears. The Green Man is iconic not only in Hol-
lywood, but in human culture in general.”
“There certainly are a lot of famous green men in science-
fiction,” Dean said. “The Incredible Hulk, the Green Lantern, the
Green Hornet, the Riddler, and Robin Hood are just a few examples
that come to mind. The Jolly Green Giant is also the mascot for fro-
zen and canned vegetables owned by B&G Foods.”
“That’s right. Osiris was also depicted by the Egyptians as a god
with a green face. Osiris and Pan are just two of the many different
aspects of Enki. A green man playing the flute is also featured on a
book called Jethro Tull Guitar Anthology, which was released by the
rock band by the same name. Jethro Tull also had a song called Pan
Dance. We’ve already established the influence Pan has had on the
music industry, himself being a god of music, so this shouldn’t come
as a surprise to you.”
“It shouldn’t but it still doesn’t make me feel any better knowing
that one of my favorite Disney characters as a kid is associated with
Pan. Though I suppose it could be worse. At least there’s no refer-
ences in this movie to Sirius.”
Simon let out a light-hearted chuckle. “I hate to break it to you,
but there actually is,” he said. “There’s a line in the movie that very
blatantly refers to Sirius. The second star to the right shines in the
night for you to tell you that the dreams you plan really can come
true. The second star to the right shines with a light so rare. And if it's
Neverland you need, its light will lead you there. This is a direct ref-
erence not only to Sirius B being the second star to the right in
relation to Sirius A, but it is also telling us that its light will lead us to
Neverland. In other words, Lucifer, the light-bearer, will lead us to
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Neverland if that’s what we seek. What is Neverland? It’s a place of

immortality, where one never has to grow up. Is it not comparable to
our simulation here on Earth?”
“How so?” Dean asked. “Humans aren’t immortal. We all grow
up and inevitably die. I don’t see a connection between the two. Un-
less you’re trying to say that we’re immortal because after we die, we
keep reincarnating back on Earth and go through the same cycles
again and again. In that sense, I guess you can say we are immortal.”
“That’s the point I’m trying to make, Dean. Our world is a never
ending story, just like the book by Michael Ende. There’s a reason
why the Peter Pan movie begins with the narration, All this has hap-
pened before and it will all happen again. Since our spirit is
immortal, it’s up to us if we want to remain trapped in Neverland for-
ever or if we want to break free and become creator gods in the Void.
Speaking of the Void and The Neverending Story, that book is about a
darkness called ‘The Nothing’ which destroys everything it comes in
contact with. This is obvious propaganda to make us believe the dark-
ness is evil, when in fact it’s the opposite. The darkness, also known
in this context as the nothingness and the Void, is the womb of crea-
tion in which all life is born. There’s nothing evil about it.
Hollywood, however, programs us to believe the contrary. There’s
even a movie called The Void, which of course, is of the horror genre.
The Overlords don’t want us to ever associate the Void with anything
pleasant or desirable.”
“It sounds to me like Wonderland, the Land of Oz, and Never-
land all have a lot in common,” Dean concluded. “You can probably
throw Narnia into that same category as well. That was another well-
known fantasy world filled with magical creatures.”
“Yes, and one of those magical creatures was a faun. Do you
know what a faun is? It’s a half-human, half-goat which is exactly
what Pan is. The faun was also featured in Pan’s Labyrinth as one of
the movie’s main characters and was meant to represent the Greek
god. In The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Ward-
robe, Tumnus is a faun who has all the features of Pan. He has cloven
hooves, goat legs, and horns on his forehead. He also has a long tail,
which is a feature that many people associate the devil. These features
are also analogous to Krampus, the scary monster who is said to pun-
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ish misbehaved children during Christmas. Of course, that’s just a

legend from European folklore, but the origins of Krampus derive
from Pan.”
“Krampus used to give me nightmares when I was a kid,” Dean
confessed. “I always tried to act extra nice during Christmas just to
make sure I didn’t receive any unwanted visits from assholes like
him. I would look underneath my bed each night before I went to
sleep for the whole month of December just to be safe. As for Tum-
nus, I get a sneaky feeling that him being portrayed as a good guy in
the story is propaganda. Pan, who is really Enki, wants us to look at
him as the good guy and benefactor of mankind. In the story, he pro-
tects the kids in Narnia from the White Witch, who is portrayed as the
evil antagonist.”
“Exactly,” Simon said. “There’s a reason why you see a wicked
witch as the villain in so many movies. Aside from Narnia, you have
the witch featured in Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, The Wizard
of Oz, Sleeping Beauty, The Little Mermaid, and way too many horror
movies to name. This is designed to perpetrate the idea that witches
are evil, and to throw dirt on the Orion Queen by planting false beliefs
into people’s subconscious minds about the Divine Feminine. Take
Sleeping Beauty as an example, where you have Maleficent who is an
evil sorceress that shapeshifts into a monstrous dragon. Remember
what we said earlier about how the concept of fire-breathing dragons
originates with the Queen? She is the one who breathed life into the
universe, and has only been demonized here on Earth because of the
Overlords’ jealousy.”
“That makes a lot of sense. It also explains why witches and
witchcraft in general have been labeled by many people as evil. We
probably could’ve avoided the Salem witch trials if people understood
that witchcraft is really just an act of using your own intention and
willpower to achieve a desirable outcome. It can be used for good or
evil, depending on what the practitioner is trying to accomplish.”
“That’s the reason why religions such as Christianity have con-
demned sorcery. They try to suppress the fact that we are gods in the
flesh capable of manifesting our own reality, because they want to
keep us enslaved and subservient to an external deity. The truth is, all
we’re doing is playing a game of hide and seek with ourselves.
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Whether we realize it or not, we are gods with amnesia trying to wake

up and remember who really are. But the only way to do that is to be-
come consciously aware of our situation by reigniting the spark of
divinity from within. Have you seen the movie Jumanji?”
“I’ve seen the original one with Robin Williams,” Dean said. “I
haven’t seen the one with Dwayne Johnson and Kevin Hart. I’m not
really a fan of movie remakes. Was it any good?”
“I thought it was good, but I’m only bringing it up because the
movie premise supports everything I just said. In the beginning of the
movie, a group of teenagers become curious about a video game they
find and decide to play it. They consequently get sucked into the
game where they take on the appearance of the avatars they previous-
ly selected. The world of Jumanji is full of challenges and adventures,
but it’s still just a game in which the players must find a way out of.
Once they feel they have completed their mission in the game, they
are able to leave and return back home. Does this not sound similar to
the game that we’re playing here on Earth?”
“It does. When our souls became curious and wanted to explore
life on this planet, we took on these 3-D human bodies not realizing it
was a trap. I was also told in my near-death experience that I had a
mission to complete. I now realize that was done by design in order
for me to give my consent to come back into my body and finish out
my lifetime. Completing a mission isn’t required in order for us to
leave and return back home.”
“You’re right about that,” Simon responded. “But the characters
in the movie believed that once their mission was complete, they
could return home. And that’s exactly what they did because that’s
what they sent their intentions for. If we set our intentions to leave
through the grid and return home once we die, then we can expect the
same result. What’s also interesting about the movie is that whenever
a player in Jumanji dies, they return to the same world again in the
same body. When we spoke about reincarnation, we mentioned that
we come back into a new body once we re-enter Earth. But what if
it’s also possible that we get sent back into the same body and live the
same life all over again?”
“How could that be?” Dean asked. “You’re talking about being
stuck in a time loop? Wouldn’t that defy the laws of time?”
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“How can you defy something that doesn’t really exist, Dean?
Linear time the way that it’s perceived here on Earth is merely an illu-
sion. Saturn’s frequency band keeps us locked in time, which is why
Father Time is associated with both Saturn and Cronos, the Greek ti-
tan who was the father of Zeus. In actuality, all time is simultaneous
because all we have is the eternal now. There is no past and future
outside of our own individual perspectives. From our Higher Self’s
point of view, we’re living out all of our incarnations at once because
the Self exits outside of time and space. If this is true, then why
couldn’t we get recycled back into the same body again after death?”
“Come to think of it, there have been plenty of movies that have
shown us this concept of a time loop. Happy Death Day is one exam-
ple of where the main character in the movie realizes she’s in a time
loop, repeating the same day over and over again. It’s not until she
begins making different decisions than she did in her previous loop
that she’s able to break the cycle and move on to the next day.
Groundhog Day is another film that features the same concept.
There’s also an episode of Supernatural where Sam Winchester is
stuck in a time loop which was created by a demigod called the Trick-
ster. Isn’t Enki also a trickster god and controller of time?”
“Absolutely,” Simon answered. “His manipulation of time is only
part of the reason why he’s known as a trickster. If at least some of us
are indeed stuck in a time loop, then wouldn’t that explain why cer-
tain people experience premonitions and déjà vu? It’s something to
ponder at least. Since Hollywood has shown the time loop idea to us
through so many movies, including the one used by Dr. Strange on
Dormammu in Doctor Strange, it’s fair to wonder if they’re trying to
tell us something. Whenever you see a repeated theme in different
Hollywood movies, it’s usually for a reason. Like the tunnel of light,
for example.”
“Which movies talk about the tunnel of light?” Dean asked. “I
know you already mentioned The Wizard of Oz referenced it sublimi-
nally, but what other such movies have there been?”
“Let’s start with The Matrix Reloaded. In one part of the movie,
Neo walks through a door of light which leads him to the Architect.
The Architect is the one who created the matrix, much like how Enki
is the architect who designed our simulation. It’s no coincidence that
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he’s depicted as an old man with white hair, bearing a resemblance to

God the Father who is said to be the creator of Earth. In the movie
Daredevil, Daredevil tells a dying man that the light he sees at the end
of the tunnel is not Heaven, but is instead the C train. The C train is a
metaphor for the crescent moon which can be seen in the shape of a
‘C’. As we’ve mentioned before, the tunnel of light leads us to the
moon where we have our afterlife experience right before we are shot
back down into another body.”
“Wasn’t there also a scene in Poltergeist where the young girl is
told to run to her mother in the light?”
“Yes, but then she is stopped and told to stay away from the light
because it’s dangerous. She’s told not to go near it and not to even
look at it. Shrek is another movie where the same message is con-
veyed. When Shrek’s donkey fears that Shrek is about to die, he tells
him to stay away from the light if he sees a long tunnel. The reason
that the Overlords hide the truth in plain sight in this manner is so that
in the event they need to account for their crimes against humanity,
they can use the excuse that they warned us and nobody listened. It’s
also a way for them to poke fun at us, since they know most people
are too zombified to ever understand any of their covert messages.”
“Most people think movies are created from a director’s imagina-
tion, but that’s obviously not the case,” Dean said. “Even though the
actors and film crew get the credit for the movie, it sounds like there
are men behind scenes who are the ones that really deserve the acco-
lades.”
“We never get to hear about them though, do we?” Simon asked.
“When it comes time to hand out the awards, it’s only the names that
people recognize who are the ones accepting them on television.
Speaking of which, have you ever noticed that the Oscar award looks
like a cross between the Egyptian gods Osiris and Ptah? Trust me
when I say that’s not a coincidence. Osiris and Ptah are both aspects
of Enki, so all of these Hollywood actors are essentially pledging their
allegiance to the Demiurge whenever they accept an Oscar.”
“If the Demiurge has the face of a lion, which is how he showed
himself to me during my near-death experience, then do you believe
that could be the reason why MGM Studios features the lion at the
beginning of their films?”
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“That’s a very good observation, Dean. I do believe that is the

case, especially when you consider how other well-known motion
pictures companies also feature hidden occult references. We’ve al-
ready mentioned Orion Pictures, but what about Columbia Pictures?
Surely you’re aware of their famous logo of the draped woman hold-
ing up a torch, but do you know who she is designed to represent?”
“Well, I recall you mentioning that Lucifer has a feminine side so
I assume she’s intended to remind us that Enki is the one who controls
the movie industry,” Dean said. “But if Columbia is associated with
Lucifer and the capital of the United States is Washington, D.C.,
which of course stands for District of Columbia, then what does that
say about our nation?”
Simon gave Dean a put on the back. “You’re making some excel-
lent connections, kid. Enki views our country as the new Atlantis,
which is why America is the superpower that it is. Every president
that we’ve had, beginning with George Washington, who was a re-
nowned Freemason, has helped pave the way towards the coming
New World Order. As you can tell, Enki is very clever with how he
hides things. I’ve already shown you how the Oscar award is made in
his image, but what about the Emmys? The National Academy of
Television Arts and Sciences distributes awards for the Emmys. Why
is that significant? Because the NATAS spelled backwards is
SATAN! They’re also not the only cooperation to use the ‘Satan’ ac-
ronym in their name. NASA uses it as well.”
“Hold on a second,” Dean chided. “How can you say that NASA
uses it when there’s no ‘T’ in their name? You might want to double
check your resources on that one because it doesn’t make any sense.”
Simon obliged and pulled up an image on Google of NASA’s
logo. He pointed at the red oddly shaped letter slashed through the
name. “That’s your ‘T’ right there,” he said. “There are literally
countless logos from some of the most famous corporations in the
world who have messages like this hidden in them. Take Nike, for
example. Nike was a Greek goddess, whose name is also an anagram
for Enki. We already know that Enki is a trickster and has a feminine
side, so it should come as no surprise that he would take on the perso-
na of a goddess. Everyone recognizes the Nike symbol as being a
checkmark, but if you look closer, you’ll notice that it’s actually
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meant to represent one of the rings of Saturn. Saturn is associated

with Satan, who is associated with Enki. As you can see, many of
these logos that we’ve all become familiar with have been constructed
in such a way that you’re not likely to notice the significance behind
them unless you’re paying close attention.”
“It seems like there’s a lot of things in this world that goes over
most people’s heads unless that person’s spiritually awake. It’s like
the 80’s movie, They Live, where Roddy Piper’s character puts on a
pair of sunglasses that allows him to become aware of the subliminal
messages and the hidden reality behind the world he lives in. Many of
these science-fiction movies are more like documentaries.”
“There’s certainly a lot of repeated themes in science-fiction
movies,” Simon stated. “The three most common ones are probably
zombie apocalypses, alien invasions, and cyborg humans. One may
argue that Hollywood is filled with these types of movies because
that’s what sells, but you and I know that there’s an agenda behind
this. They want to program our subconscious so that when an alien
invasion does happen, we will react the way the Overlords want us to.
As for the zombie apocalypse, this is something that’s been feared by
many since the concept first came to light in the mainstream with
movies such as Night of the Living Dead. The cyborg human agenda
ties in with transhumanism and the end-times that we’re currently liv-
ing in. That’s the reason why you see so many movies like The
Terminator, RoboCop, Cyborg, and many of their unnecessary se-
quels. They want us to get comfortable with the idea that merging
with machines is the next step in our human evolution. In reality,
we’re being set up for another trap. Enki tricked our souls into inhab-
iting these human bodies hundreds of thousands of years ago, and
now he wants to lure us into the Singularity which will be an inescap-
able hellish prison for all who agree to participate.”
“What’s Marduk’s role in all of this?” Dean asked. “Is his agenda
different from Enki’s or are they both working in unison to bring
about the demise of the human race?”
“There’s something I have to tell you about Marduk, Dean. I was
hoping you would have figured it out on your own at this point, but I
understand that a lot of this information can be confusing for you.”

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Simon leaned in close to Dean as if he was about to whisper

some dark secret to him. However, they were both interrupted by an
abrupt knock on the door. Dean almost jumped out of his skin. He
thought his mother would’ve went to bed by now, but apparently she
was waiting for Simon to leave.
“Hey, boys, I just wanted to check in and see what you’re up to,”
Darlene said as she let herself into her son’s room. “Can I get you an-
ything to eat or drink?”
Simon looked out the window and noticed it stopped raining.
“No, that’s okay Mrs. Gallagher. I was actually just about to leave.
Would you like to walk me downstairs, Dean?”
Dean hesitated, hoping Simon would share what he wanted to tell
him before he left. He realized, however, that it would likely have to
wait for another day. He walked his new friend downstairs and out the
front door.
“Do you have time to meet up tomorrow at Starbucks around
noon?” Simon asked. “We can continue our conversation then. We
have plenty more to discuss.”
“Absolutely,” Dean replied. “I’ll see you then. Thanks again for
coming by tonight. Drive home safe.”
Simon shook Dean’s hand and walked to his car. As he got inside
and drove off, he thought to himself how far Dean had come along in
his level of consciousness. He hadn’t expected a born atheist like him
to grow so much in such a short period of time. His mission had been
a success so far, but there was more work that needed to be done be-
fore he could reveal the truth about who he really was to Dean. A lot
more work.

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