Falcon on wheels, army on fire
The falcon is my spirit guide, which I have encountered scores of times through travails and revelations, and which suggests I am an incarnation of the Egyptian sun-god Re.
On March 9, 2019, while driving on the freeway, I was passed on the right by a Falcon ambulance. Not a good sign. Two days later, I was bent over in pain from a kidney stone and eventually needed to take an ambulance to the ER. The pain pills were a relief but brought on another misery: constipation. Can you get delirium tremens from constipation? I sat on the sofa, shaking and fevered. My eyes closed. I was not asleep but saw a vision: Through dark mountains, a distant army of men with shields, horned helmets and battleaxes were marching through flames. Were they marching through my bowels?
As I recovered, I pondered one of my “divine” symptoms: blood in the urine. Re was said to have created humankind from his own tears and the gods Hu (authority) and Sia (mind) from blood drawn from his penis. A few days before my agony began, I discovered that my “wrong memories” of events that suggested alternative realities were already a common phenomenon known as the Mandela Effect. Perhaps my mind will expand as I gain insights into this unusual experience.
On March 21, 1019, I ran across a weather report on NHK Newsline which showed the city of Nagasaki at the southwest tip of Japan. This seemed wrong as I remembered Nagasaki as being north and slightly east of Hiroshima. I looked up a detailed map and noted that Hiroshima also seemed to be in the wrong place; it should have been further south and east. It’s another “wrong” memory but one that creates a much greater gap between this reality and the other. I ponder another possibility: I did not have an experience in a parallel universe; I am living in a simulation. The programmer is not creating different worlds; with each false memory, he is creating a different me.