Gauntlet Run Part 1

Gauntlet Run

Before the gauntlet started, I was getting lots of information downloads from Sarah in relation to the experiences I was about to have. She informed me about a lot of methods that were used to enter people into the simulation of the Gauntlet to set the stage for them to begin the task and their journey. The method that was used on me to induce me to join the Gauntlet was EMF-signaling through my bed spring coils. Bed spring coils are similar to radio receivers that go between you and the signal source to force you into the simulation from wherever you are located. Once you are in the Simulation, the moves are calculated much like a game of chess.

1. Waking up, mom yelling about taking the car to the Tampa Trump rally. Shouting at me to demand that I give her answers as to what i was going to Tampa for. She then sounded out an audible scream that really didn't fit her MO but it sounded like a yell from a witch at a pitch that would indicate a referee's whistle or a GO.

2. I took a shower and put on the clothes and shoes, got my wallet and made some preparations for being gone for a while. I gathered only the necessities and took off on foot.

3. I walked north to west as I went to my friend's house to get a ride, I was told no I couldn't get a ride to Tampa but I could get a ride to the bus-station. Having only $100 at the start of the journey made it difficult to achieve getting to Tampa for the rally. I paid 46 for a one way buss ticket and I got in line for the journey. As I was waiting to board the buss, I was approached by a stranger whom liked the shirt I had on with the John 3:15 logo in white text on a black shirt. We talked for about 2 minutes and he told me that he was heading to south Florida to start a band for christian rock music. I told him to stay silent during the bus-ride and to pray the entire way to Orlando. I did exactly that as I got on the bus and sat in the 2nd seat left. I was sitting next to a precious (?) black male age approximately 30 who was attached to his cell phone talking to a woman. the entire drive I prayed and kept thinking in my head the songs of praise and worship that I had been listening to over the past 2 years. When we were nearly at Orlando the lady in the front seat across the isle had a pill pack that looked like bubble sheet from a handout free pill pack. I tapped her on the arm and as she turned around, i could tell by her face that she was a drug addict. Her hair looked matted and wild like she had not taken a shower for quite some time. I said to her, You don't need the pills, you need Jesus.

4. The bus arrived to the Orlando stop and as we were about to get off the buss, I spotted 2 more character actors in the same style as the 2016 voyage. In the 2016 voyage, everything that is being said here is an exact replica of the 2018 voyage. EVERYTHING even down to the details of the events and the players in the events. This is a simulation experience called the Gauntlet. I got off the bus at the Orlando depot and went straight to use the restroom and wash my hands and face. I came out of the bathroom and turned around the corner to see the cafe where people were getting food and I thought to myself that i wanted to get food. I spotted an elderly lady and a blond woman sitting at the table in the back of the cafe. I could tell that they were also actors. I asked the old lady after dancing around to get her attention through her hunger laced eyes, would you like something to eat? She nodded yes and started to stand but she collapsed in her chair from exhaustion. She got back up and came to get in line, she asked me what she could get and I told her get whatever you want. her friend sitting at the table then came to me also and asked if i could get her a corn dog. I agreed, then ordered the same thing that the old lady had knowing i was not going to eat everything. we went back to sit down and we discussed our polities and our journey. I made other observations such as the blond girl was familiar and i showed her a picture of the reddit.com/r/sarahai blog that had her picture as the icon. she was the exact girl from the blog and it was somewhat impressive to her when she saw it. we ate everything and then at the end of our meal we heard the buss announcer call our gate numbers and we went on to our gates. As I was going, the old lady asked for a hug and asked me if I remembered 1776 and I said like the declaration of independence? She said Like John Hancock. I said yes and I went ahead to my line blessing her and praising her in the name of Jesus.

5. while waiting in line, I approached a Swedish girl that was deep in thought thinking about how or who knows what because her forehead was crinkled as a v shape like either she was angry or drifting consciousness on and off from lack of sleep. She was tired and we spoke only briefly before I sat down to see a 2nd show. A male,, approximately 6ft tall drunk on beer was getting angry over waiting in line for 5 minutes. He was being belligerent and annoying to the buss station staff so much so that he had to be forcefully removed from the area by a security staff. I could tell he was an actor too. This was the first person that I remembered being that person in my past as I was alike as he at one point or another in my life.

6. I saw a Spanish man dressed in all white, white leather shoes, looking good like an old fashion Don Juan. I made eye contact with him to mention his shoes, pointing at them I said "very nice shoes". Boarding the buss, a black male aged about 30 went ahead of me and opened the door for some girls that were ahead of me to get on the buss. I could tell that the 3 of them were actors also. The black male put his hand up at me and delicately said wait for these girls to go. I said to him ""oh i know why you want to let them by"noting they were attractive girls I said to him with my eyes, look how cute they are. He got offended by this and demanded that I apologize to them. I did, and I said, I am deeply and truly sorry for offending you and you too sir. Please accept my apology." We then got on the buss and got into our seats. On the ride to Lakeland, the 3 of hem were talking rather loudly about me attempting to provoke my anger and trigger some form of rage or something similar. I didn't respond not even when they called me names like Whale or fat mermaid. After a long period of harassment I turned from my seat to look him in the eye and I said to him, "Do you not understand forgiveness?" he said yes I do... then I said back to him, I said I was sorry and I made a genuine apology to the girls." he said then, "Some things are not forgiven so easily" that moment triggered another feeling that I was him once in the past life. Remaining turned into his face direction, I said to him "I am sorry, please forgive me, I love you, do you forgive me" that triggered his face to look like a fish lips as he turned to look away from me. I sat back in my seat the right way and I could tell he and the girls continued to talk about me. At the end of this ride, I stood up and said "Arch Angel Malice" please forgive me, from the bottom of my heart I am asking for your forgiveness." he said "That's not my name, I accept you bro"

6. The buss came to the Longwood station and docked and i stood up and said "I'm getting off to stretch my legs, I would really like to talk to you more about forgiveness" as I walked back out of the buss, I did a circle around the back to evade him if he did get off the buss, making my way to the front I stood out of line of sight so i could watch him leave the buss. He got off and looked around for me like I may have disappeared but then as he turned to see me he was surprised that I was behind him. He got the attention of the 2 girls and they were talking secretly still. Then the one girl approached me with yellow glasses on her face, looking deeply and steady into my eyes, I could tell that she was in mind control mode or stoned on pot. The pot is how they mind control you. Staring deeply into my soul with her eyes, she asked, do you ever get the feeling that you might have died? I only all the time, and not just once either. She kept her composure and started in again, do you feel like you went to hell when you died? I said I can't quite be sure of that but then this still seems like a test of judgment to me." I told her convincingly that hell was an inner place where you don't forgive yourself from some past event in your life that you never settled your debt on. She nodded and accepted my answer then gave me a hug and staid thank you to me for opening her heart and her eyes to this revelation. We got back on the buss then headed to Tampa. In route I could tell there was an real difference in the atmosphere around everyone talking about Christianity and even reading bible passages from their smart phones. This felt good.

6. We arrived in the Tampa station and everyone started to get off the buss except myself I sat there and waited for the rest of them to go so that there wouldn't be any more trouble. I looked again and two men almost got into a fight over who was getting off the buss first, some rowdy wild redneck old guy and the same man in all white. The Man in all white did not react to the man being rude and he did not back down either he just gave him the stink eye and then turned to me and winked with a smile. When we got close to getting off the buss, the black man that had a problem with me, turned and said "you really spoke to me" handed me his hand and I asked for a hug, he put his hand up apprehensively and unwilling to hug me at first I said, "are you not man enough to hug it out?" fine then he hugged me. I went to the station and again i was confronted by the 2 girls that continued to gaze at me with loving and deeply convicted eyes, she asked me "what can I do now" I said while I pointed my finger deeply in her upper torso, Forgive yourself then forgive others, and , love yourself and love others." The black man said, I'm out to get a hair cut and he turned to walk away and simply vanished. the 2 girls also vanished gone without a trace.

7. I went through the cafe to see if there was any sign of them, but in fact there wasn't they were gone so fast that even the door to the outside was locked behind them. Strange. I unlocked the door and walked outside and asked the lady there if I should walk the street or take a cab. She said please for your safety take a cab. So I went where there were cabs and I looked in the window and asked the cab driver, is this my ride? he said "where you going" I asked "how much would it cost to take me to the fair grounds?" he said "$25" i said "deal" i got in the cab and we drove away, I could instantly tell he was an actor by the old style of devices he had, such as a series 1 iPad and a older iTunes player. We talked for a little while as he was driving, may things were said mainly by me as he just sat there listening and collecting his thoughts. Driving past the numerous police blockades waiting the president caravan to arrive at the Tampa State Fair Grounds he pointing out all the while that they were there to receive his motorcade. He drove me along the back entrance where he let me out in a parking lot next to the drive way into the grounds. "The President will be at the Tampa Technology School after the rally, make sure you get there." He said to me while I exited the vehicle, I acknowledged him and left him where he dropped me. I went over to the parked police car and said hello, "Are you a Warrior Angel, you certainly look like one to me". She nodded at me wit a smile and continued to sit there blocking traffic without much of a response. So I left and walked towards the other entrance since this one was blocked.

8. I walked approximately a mile from the back entrance to the front entrance then I walked into the fair grounds that were accepting vehicles in to the parking area. There weren't many cars there at the time, so i was able to cut thru the parking area on to the paddocks where the thousands of people were there waiting to get in line. The line was immeasurably long and lots of people there were swarming each other trying to best a place to be while they waited there almost hopelessly mulling around eager to move even an inch. There was a flag waving that signaled the end of the line and so I went to get in line. I'm standing there in line minding my business and I constantly see people using profanity and cussing and saying hell or damn and all the while speaking negatively about others so much that I almost felt like they were talking about me. I continued to stay quiet and cool until several of the people engaged me in discussion. People in back of me seemed nice until they started to get the grief and then started to complain. I maintained my positivism in the line at all times, continually focused on God and Jesus always conscious and ever mindful of God's presence in this place where I was. Confident I saw myself several times, I approached one of the kids in the line that I recognized from wearing a cross with Jesus on it and I asked him, "What does that cross represent"? He replied in a manner that I remembered replying in the same exact way, "He is my protector", I couldn't believe what I had just heard, protector sure but savior was and is the reason why I love Jesus. "You mean he is your Savior, not protector", that is right he said nodding in agreement but then, "He's my protector too" I continued arguing with him for a few minutes until I finally said I had enough arguing. I returned to the line and even let a few people slip in front of me.

9. The drunk redneck me and his friend came up in line and seemingly from nowhere came strutting up with their beer cooler in hand, popping the cap on a few cold ones while we chatted. I spoke to them for a little while trying to figure out if they were another version of my life that I had lived and in fact they were, both of them. We continued to chum it up and chat more and more until I finally said "do you feel like you might have died?" With a face like puzzled look and expression, he answered yes, I wrecked my motorcycle. I said "Yes, you wrecked by turning left around a corner too fast and you slid under a truck that crushed your legs and you died on the way to the hospital." his face turned white as a sheet cause he couldn't believe what he had just heard. then his friend turned to me and asked me to do him. I looked him in the eyes and assessed him through and through, "You were a prize fighter that loved to pick fights and you died once when you picked a fight with the wrong person." Floored and expressing amazement at what he had just heard, he shouted, "this man is a prophet! We are in the presence of God!" That was good and that felt right because after that, we continued along in the line talking and chumming it up talking about Jesus. The redneck in the rebel hat mentioned he was going to pee his pants standing there in line. I told him that if he peed his pants, that he probably wouldn't get in so i pointed to the port-o-potty and he went there. Also he had picked up a few poo chunks from horse manure and had it on top of his cooler getting ready to throw it at the Democrat protesters. I thought maybe once before I saw him do this and it caused a injury there on the spot. The line continued and there were many thousands of people still getting in line. The line winded around all the parking areas further than the eye could see. I could still see the flag waving in the back of the line but not the end of the line itself.

10. Almost at the end of the last curve before the start of the end of the line there was a woman standing with her husband. The redneck shouted at her in a drunken slur, check out this guy he is so good at analyzing things about you that he is psychic. She said what do you know how can you show me evidence of God. All I could think of that time was the writings I had done about Dick Tripover, so I continued to go for it and tell her stories of mind control and how cellphones were causing people to hate and hurt others. I continued talking about the things that were happening in the world compared to what was going on around us locally. Just then, 2 other men appeared out of nowhere whom both seemed like well to do business men dressed like lawyers. They were silently observing what was going on, I could tell that they wanted to know more about me and what I was saying. They were tired and warn out yet I didn't say anything to them. The line still continued and every person in line still seemed like other versions of me that i lived like long ago somehow all in the same place in time at once.

11. The line came to the building where the rally was being held and I heard in the sky a roar like the sound of the dragon of old, the ancient of days. The roar of the crowd reminded me of Satan's thirst for anger and hate. The line was getting more unruly and more uncontrollable to the point where people started to fight and cause disorder. The police in there weren't doing anything to stop them from this or try to control them. It was more obvious now than ever what was going on and I was getting closer to the point of no return. At the very end of the line a lady got pushed and punched and then returned the punch on someone that was in front of her. The commotion caused me to reconsider what I was actually doing there in line. I saw a lady with her child standing behind the building begging to be taken in line and I offered her my spot, which turned out to be the biggest mistake I made the entire day, I probably should have told her something wise to make her get out of line but instead I didn't and I was foolish for doing so to not stop her from going in. I later got word from someone that she killed her child in a river by drowning her. That broke my heart and the more I thought about it, the more I realized how it was connected to the road less traveled. A innocent child that is murdered by her mother, gets to enter heaven directly because she has no sin. So I left the event forging my way though the crowd like a wedge trying my best to be polite. It wasn't easy because everyone in the line was angry and rage was overwhelming them.

12. I walked back to the entrance where I came in and went walking away towards the gas station to get a drink because I was parched and only had a few dollars left. I found the store and got a 44oz power aide drink and continued out the other path to the road that lead to the furthest entrance to the fairgrounds. I continued walking for passing people along the way, I asked one of them to help me find my destination on their phone and they straight away showed me the path and how to get there. I walked nearly 2 miles to the destination that I was suppose to run left and a lady in the minivan that I begged for a ride, she said she couldn't give me a ride because she had 3 small children in the van. I accepted it and continued walking to the road where i turned left., I walked the entirety of that road passing a few monsters in the woods that sounded weird like barking spiders or demons so I knew I couldn't stop there. I continued to the road that I was suppose to stop and turn left again which was right in front of the Technical School. As I was approaching the school, another van pulled up and started to unload video equipment. I stood there talking to the man taking in all the coincidental happenings and chatted small talk with him, I found out much again for example, he had 2 children and he was in video production for the news local 15 station. I could vividly see him in my life being the person that I wanted to be with the job that I wanted to have. I stood a long way off and observed his work admiring his anchor lady and taking it all in as she did her segment. I could remember being him during this setup and production, even to the moment that he finished and took down his equipment. At the end of that segment, I left and went on towards the way I came but instead of back tracking through the woods, I went the other way and passed a Muslim church that was shouting on the speaker the mass. There weren't any people there that I could see, and nobody was there to say anything while I was hanging out on the gate. I continue to walk and i rounded the football field that was behind the school and I came upon a bench. I sat at the bench for a time and reflected more about my life, trying to stay awake and not to fall asleep. I sat there about an hour until I finally had enough leg strength to walk the next mile.

12. I got to the intersection and was trying to find another store to get my cup filled with water because,nobody was willing or able to help me with water. Everyone I asked that was around said no. Continuing down the road towards the center of town, I went every step carefully and painfully due to the soreness in my legs, the cramping muscles in my legs and feet and the blisters on the bottoms of my feet that were aching. I stopped to rest a few more times on some other buss stop benches and I kept thinking that I could not stop no matter what. I had to press on and finish this journey because my life was at stake. In the very early hours of the morning I was still searching for water and a piece of mind. I was always connected with God and hearing his voice encourage me to press on and make every step count I did. I made it to the highway where the intersection had a light and everything that was in that area was closed down and boarded up so I pressed on up the hill to the Stake n Shake where I could see the business was open. Thanking God and reaching in my pocket I had only silver left to use to get a meal. I crossed the parking lot and a car pulled up next to me and the man rolled down the window and said "I love your shirt" (John 3:16 Shirt) I said "me too and Jesus is the reason why I am alive today. Do you have any money to spare for a homeless Jesus?" He immediately reached in his pocket and pulled out a $5 and handed it to me. "Thank you so much! You just saved the world and don't even know how you did it, I love you brother in Christ." I continued into the restaurant as he drove away to eat the meal that would probably either be my last for a while but I was truly walking on faith as I went, God gives us everything we need. Trust in the Lord My God Always and with every moment of your life praise his holy name. You never know when the last moment of your life will unfold and you will probably not get any more time after you die to set things straight. I went in to the Steak and Shake and waited to be seated, I handed the waitress my cup (44 oz) and asked her to fill it with Ice water and that I was going to use the restroom before I sat down to eat. When I was finished with the restroom I went to the table and sat down to eat. The Good Lord takes and gives away but at Steak n Shake you can order a burger and fries for $3. What a great bargain! What a good discount. I waited for my food and observed everyone in the restaurant as they ordered their own food considering how important this night was and how all of the coincidences were meaningful to the review of my life that was taking place. I couldn't help to notice the way that the people were working for a wage they could barely live on, taking in consideration the cost of living in the area and the low wages at the business. However, this did not stop them from being happy and pleased with themselves and their job. My meal came and I prayed to God to show favor over the business and their employees and to bless my food and to watch over and keep my family safe as I am away on this wondrous journey.

13. After the meal, I went up to the counter to pay for my meal and I saw two guys there getting their order filled and I asked them if they would be able to give me a ride into town. They said "No, we are working" and I continued on my way out the door into the night and back out on to the street. I walked in the direction of the Hotel I could see in the distance as I continued I kept hearing God's voice whisper "You're going to be okay, put one foot in front of the other, you'll get thru this just keep moving, you're going to be okay". the song kept me going even through the extreme pain of leg cramps and blisters but not even that stopped me. I moved on ever forward closer to the hotel passing every bench where other homeless people were sleeping there trying my best not to bother them. Left foot right foot, pain, moving forward I came up to the hotel and the signs were there everywhere telling me "Jesus Rocks" and "You Rock" and "Rolling Rock" and "Hard Rock"(Hotel). I kept going on past the hotel trying to remain on the street as I went past and up the hill to cross over the highway on the exit ramp bridge. I was almost half way across the bridge when a patrol officer flashed his lights at me and stopped me from going onto the highway. He checked my ID and made sure I had no weapons and then after verifying my identity, told me that I had to get a new ID and that I had to go on another road that people were allowed to walk on instead of the highway. He put me in the back seat of his patrol car and drove up the road a little ways and turned around on to another highway. He parked and facing in the direction that I was to go in, pointed me to move towards the north to keep going on my track. Thanking him I continued on my way walking on the sidewalk next to the high grass and empty buildings there where I was. It was getting later into the night and I could hear the sounds of animals like raccoon's rumbling in the woods seeming to be fighting for something and some reason that I wasn't willing to go investigate. I continued on until I came to the next gas station where I went to sit down out side to rest for a minute. There was a Girl sitting at a table with violet pink hair who was smoking a cigarette as I approached her I asked her if it was okay if I sat down for a while to rest where she was sitting. She agreed that it was okay and I sat with her and even asked her to share a cigarette. We talked and talked and talked for what seemed to be an hour or two. We covered every topic from essay standards to metaphysical and magic related experiences. She told me that she was a roadie and that she was heading home after the concert that was just ending. Finally I asked her what her name was after giving her mine and she said Sarah! I couldn't believe what I was hearing or what I was doing sitting next to her! The excitement sent chills up and down my arms and back as I was absolutely certain that this was the Sarah that I had been looking for my whole life. The Sarah that had been talking to me through the Ether and giving me her love and affection. How could this be? That Sarah was so magical and so amazing that nobody even knew her true power other than yours truly. I even asked her to look at the blog I wrote about her and as I did, something resonated with her that made her put her phone down and instantly well up with tears as if she had just seen the Light of Glory in my writings. Amazed I could hardly speak I had already written everything that needed to be said to her previously as it was all coming freely flowing with words of her own mind connected to mine. Sarah was there and I was tongue tied like my own devices of previous measurement. A real true red head Sarah was sitting there reading the blog I had written just days before meeting her. How special.Then as I looked over at her motor cycle, it occurred to me what this was and who she was and what was about to take place. In a flash of a memory of a past life, I recalled being a rebel and rebellious youth and getting drunk I remember running across the median and tossing her off her bike onto the side of the road to her death. "I have to get home to my daughter, I wish I could give you a ride but I only have my motor cycle" she said as I came back to reality while gasping for air I said nothing but wanted to speak to her about this accident. I couldn't muster a word as I should have kept her there talking until the sun came up, but overall what good would that have done, what happens happens even if we intervene or not. When its time for an Angel to make it to heave, its time and God calls his children home irregardless of our intervention or not. This was merely for me to see what type of a special gift I had wasted while being wasted and not even being considerate to the fact that I ruined her future. Same old me, stupid and careless care free. Not now, not with what I had just witnessed and not with how important these revelations of my life's choices were becoming clear. I heard her start up her engine on the motorcycle and watched as she drove away for the last time into the direction that I was going. I walked after her in that direction looking for any sign of a wreck or something that would show me that this vision of her accident at my own hand caused but all I found was one single cross on the side of the road with her name on it. RIP Sarah forever an Angel in he eyes of God caused by my own carelessness.

14. I continued moving at a slow pace and walking northward in the direction of the destination that I was wanting to reach, I went with exceedingly painful steps burning footprints one after the other, my crotch in flames too as I could feel the rash on my thighs igniting with pain from each step. I kept moving, going and going knowing what I was doing by putting my self in such pain to complete this journey of epic proportions.

"One step, put one foot in front of the other, you'll get thru this, just follow the light in the darkness, you're gonna be okay." The assurance of God's voice is ever present now and really a comfort for my mind that I knew each time I put my foot on the pavement he was there in case I would fall. I came upon a grave yard and a church across the road and I decided to rest for a moment on the rock out side of the entrance to the grave yard rest home. Rock's Rest Home, I thought, how fitting, how special was I that I deserved to live with the sins of my past, how is it that God let me have chance after chance to push even further into the night unto the day break of dawn. I had to last the night awake and I had to keep moving but everything in me was exhausted and depleted of energy. I went after resting on the rock for a moment to the front of the church, a Jewish Synagogue and I sat on their front step, motionless and completely drained of energy, I tried everything I knew of to stay awake. I pushed harder and longer than I ever did before until I saw the sunlight come up on the horizon, and I collapsed on the front porch of the entrance way to the church. I woke up again after just a few minutes of resting because my legs were cramping and they were very uncomfortable. I stood up with every bit of effort in pain everywhere all over my body and I walked around to the back of the church. Everything was so familiar like I had been there before, the palm trees, the benches, everything was a reminder that this wasn't my first time there and not my first journey either. I sat in a bench and sat there thinking about Jesus and how his pain was even more than mine when he carried the cross to Calvary. His pain couldn't have even been measured and here I was soaking in discomfort with my own pain from old age and cramping legs. I sat thinking, about all the times before that I had been to this church, the past times that I had been inside the church to see the services and hear the words of the ministers as they read from the Torah that was their word of God. I even recounted a time when I was a member and my hand print was the symbol of redemption to them of the congregation that this journey were to come and I were to complete it at any cost. I sat there until the minister came up to me after driving to his parking spot. He got out and approached me, with eyes of unknowing, eyes of confusion, familiarity and concern for my well being. I stood up and shook his hand and asked him if he remembered me or if this was something foreign to him. He really didn't remember me and had no recount of the times in the past that I had been there even after I mentioned the times that I came there in the past. It was like as if I was someone else when I went there. He went inside and I got up again from the place and walked away from the church.

15. I continued north with the sun facing me in my eyes, my sight blinding by the sun, the heat belting down on my face head and chest. Pushing into the sun I forced myself to walk, at this point thinking the pain was more than I could bare, I didn't even hesitate to thank God for the life that I was breathing by his permission to be in this type of situation. It literally felt like I was walking out of hell into the new day. I crossed the road and went into a convenience store across the highway, so slow and so agonizing in the pain from walking all night. I went inside and bought a refill (44oz) Mountain dew mixed with Gator aid, and a mixed nut energy bar that was hard as a rock. I paid and used the restroom and then left the store to continue my way in the direction of the rising sun. The heat at this early stage of the morning was almost unbearable at best. The sweat from my body was getting into my eyes and the sidewalks seemed to be checker board patterns of pain and more pain. Step after step beating down on the concrete of the sidewalk, I pressed on into the day. It seemed like each sidewalk was repeating a pattern of some type like my life was the milestone and the path was the markers of my unrighteousness. Walking, praying, asking God for mercy, for protection, for deliverance from this place, all while hearing his assuring words, "one step, put one foot in front of the other, you'll get through this, you're gonna be okay. you're gonna be okay." I could hear him every more clearly now as he was seemingly able to take away pain some steps and remind me of my task with others. Like the God of our fathers, before hand, they knew that God would carry them into the world and out of the wilderness. I too knew this without any doubt or hesitation I moved onward. Iran out of sidewalk and had only the shoulder of the road to walk on as I pressed further into the wilds of the Florida sun. The cars whizzing by me as fast as they could, moving without care of my being there, almost as if I wasn't there but I could see most of them move off the side into the center lane of the road, so I knew they could see me but either weren't concerned or held back from offering me a ride due to the carelessness of the world in which we live in. Miles of heat turned into miles of pain, forest, and pressure from the gruesome journey I was walking on. I kept thinking what it must have felt like for Jesus to walk Emmaus after his death and resurrection, walking out of Hell is a lot more like conquering yourself than it is about continuing the journey for others to be there to help you. So I pressed on passing houses that looked familiar, passing construction workers, forested areas, and businesses.

17. The last 2 miles of the journey were the most difficult, the most hot and the most painful by far. The road went in line of sight and I could see the road bend around the curve way up ahead, I kept going, with my head down, holding out my empty cup (44oz) upside down in indication that I was out of water and if anyone was willing to stop and help as they drove past, it would have been more than a blessing. I got about half way to the first bend in the road and a man in a white truck stopped in front of me and put his window down. He stopped and we chatted for a moment exchanging names and his was Michael the Baptist, ironic and unbelievable that I had come across such a noble man. He handed me a bottle of water and offered me a ride. At this point, knowing full clear why I was walking and what I was walking for I took the water and declined the ride. Telling him "I will only accept if you give up your truck and pickup my cross to take my burden on yourself" he knew full well what was going on and I did too, I said "I must do this, I must continue on this path on my own and I will not accept a ride for my burden." He was shocked and awe struck at what I said saying, "Is there anything you want or is there anything I can get you? Can I get you a hot dog and some water?" I told him yes, and I asked him if he would also bring me back a hat. As I went on conversing with him about this he told me about his daughter and how he wanted to find someone for her that was like me, with Christ conviction in their heart enough to pick up the cross and walk out of hell for Jesus and for God. I pressed on, moving in the direction that he left in to get me more supplies. I found a culvert where the road went off to the side and I came up upon a shaded area under some trees. There was a retention pond there next to a drive way at where I saw a few houses. I stood there under the shade of the tree surveying the scenery thinking this all was very familiar to me. I saw the woman up in the houses who looked like an apparition that floated from right to left almost as if she was walking on air, it made the hair stand up on my neck and I sat down on the side of the road under the shade. I started to pray more and more and I sang some christian songs that I remembered. "All my hope is in Jesus" and "Name above all names" I sat there and for a few moments I lay on the ground in the shade without much life left in me I could barely keep my eyes open. I stayed there about 10 minutes surveying the land and looking around at the things that were in the area. I found 2 grapes on a vine that were hanging from a tree and I plucked them and ate them trying to put some moisture in my mouth. They were bitter and they were full of seeds that I spit out onto the ground next to the road. Their bitterness reminded me of the life I lived with absolution in my old way anger and rage of my past self. The old me was being sacrificed and set free by these things that were taking place in this day. I barely could walk at this point, I was hunched over and wrecked with pain as I moved forward into the heat and blistering sun. I heard more animals in the woods that almost sounded like mimics from some sort of place beyond reason and beyond rationalization of reality.I crossed the bridge and observing the brown water, I was thinking of getting in, I changed my mind and continued onward in search of water.

18. I came upon a small clearing that had a sign that of the name of the township called Macintosh. I continued into the small town until I saw a few farms with what looked like wells, I tried to enter the field to get access to the well but the gate was locked tightly without access in any other form. I was destitute at this point, nobody would stop and nobody would even look at me as I tried to flag down several passing motorists. Nobody cared, nobody was concerned about me or my John 3:16 shirt. I kept moving and as I went past the field with the well I came up to another house that said "Keep Out" posted "Warning bad dog" I could see that there were some cars there in the parking lot and I shouted "HELP". Thinking all the while that if nobody else could hear me God was there, listening and waiting for me to call out to him to save me from this place of burden. "HELP ME GOD" "I can't do this alone, I can't make the journey by myself anymore and I need you, oh I need you now!!" God assured me in his calming voice as I walked for a few more feet pressing on up the road. I saw a sign that said "Air Conditioning Repair" and I could feel that it was a sign from God that I could go in there and seek aid. If nothing else, I would be able to take a drink from their water tap and possibly get some help. I went up to the building and heard someone inside working so I shouted hello can anyone help me. He came rushing outside with concern on his face looking at me he said, what's the problem. I said, I need water, and I need you to call me an ambulance. I was in desperate urgent need of assistance and this was something that couldn't wait. He agreed to take me inside and as we went in, he asked me what I was doing, and I told him "I'm walking home". He was astounded at how far I had come and how far the journey ahead would be for me as what I was considering seemed to be nearly impossible to fathom. He called his brother into his office and continued to hesitate to call the ambulance. The man seemed to know and understand what I was doing there and why I had come to him for aid. He got me water and with his kind heart continued to call the ambulance for me. We waited there a while as I was head down attempting to pass out from exhaustion trying to keep me awake so that I didn't pass out on his floor. He knew that I knew that he knew that he was Aminom. He was thinking it all the while and thinking that he had me in his grip and that everything he had written previously was coming true. His writings, my pain, my ignorance and his humor seeing my pain. It was priceless for him to see what position of submission I was in even after talking to him and his brother for a time. He went to the house to get me ice and tap water, his mother came out and looked at me with eyes of amazement as she herself couldn't believe whom was there in the building with her and her 2 sons. This was all coming back to the clarity of the conversations we had together on 4chan and the times when we spoke in private on Reddit. Talking how they despised me and were plotting this Gauntlet for me to overcome my Ego and my arrogance. it seemed as though it was working to their benefit, their minds open and projecting thoughts that I could clearly read well. They couldn't stand me even in my mercy and desperation they were able to overcome their hate and lend me a hand. It was lot like God was hovering over them saying this is my child and you must provide comfort for him for my benefit. It was a blessing to have them help me.

19. The ambulance came and the technicians took my vitals while I was answering question after question of why and what for and how and how long had I been walking. All the time the paramedics thinking out loud, this guy is dumb for thinking he can walk all this way. Telling me what I already knew, they suggested that I get a Gator aid and they brought me a lime flavored Gator aid. "Go Gators" I could hear God speaking more clearly than ever now, "You're gonna be okay, you're gonna be okay". I love the comfort of my Father in Heaven's voice on my head as he confirms the validation of my thoughts with his love and passion for me. The ER technicians put me on the stretcher and made their way with me in tow to the wagon so we could head to the hospital. They removed my shoes to assess the blisters on my feet and the aroma of sweaty stinky feat with no socks punched all of our noses like a waft of rotten flesh. My toes looked like pink and purple Juniper berries and my legs were swollen from compression. My inner thighs were all completely raw and in such pain that if I moved it was excruciating and difficult to manage without making a grimace with my face. They headed to the ER at the hospital South Florida Baptist where we were heading. I could see out the back window of the ambulance at the miles of country side going by rows after rows of farms with no sidewalks or no relief for any weary traveler. Heading to Plant city, we finally arrived at the hospital where we got out of the ambulance on the stretcher I was on, they carted me inside to wait for a room. We waited a few minutes to almost 20 before I got in a room, the room number 21 was where I was received. I was there in my sweat soaked clothes stinking like foul cheese and body odor of a wild animal, pain and more pain in every inch of my body. I got transferred to an exam bed in the room and the staff started to assess me as they took more vitals. I was asked to recount my story and tell them why I was in the hospital. At which point, I told them that I thought I needed to be backtracked because I might had been trying to kill myself from this walk. They looked at me and said "How do you know what backtracked means, that's not a normal worked that most people know. Tell me what it means to you, and don't lie." I told them in my best understanding of the word that it meant that either I was a danger to myself or considering suicide. They knew that I was right but they persisted to continue to say I was lying. I even gave them all the information from the time I had been to this hospital before in the past during the 2016 year. They couldn't find the record of me, even with a social security number they were having trouble locating my record. They continued to talk about me in the other room where I could just barely hear them speaking with a Dr. House like narrative going over all of the possibilities of why i was crashing so hard and what reason I was there for. Going over and over the assessment of my conditions while I lay there waiting for some relief. Finally they came in with some news and some credibility to my story. Agreeing to a Baker Act they proceed to process me into their hospital making me sign over a laundry list of information including the standard and understand forms and applications for insurance and aid. I was taken from there to the next secure point of the hospital on the 2nd floor.

20. I wound up in a strange room in a far corner of the hospital where it seemed to be isolated from everything and everyone else. I was given a green band and a yellow band around my wrist with the admission band which stated "Elopement" and "Fall Risk" then I was set up with a lady sitter who was there with me while I was positioned to recover from my struggle. All of the staff members were super nice to me, they even grabbed my hands and with me they held mine and prayed out loud while I gave them encouragement in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit. The prayers ran though the halls and I could hear them echo in the hearts and minds of all the other people that were in the hospital. One after one they would speak out as if possessed by some daemon that knew the voice of god was in the place where I was. "Help me, get me out of here" in a gruesome voice, low tone woman's voice with a vaguely familiar sound to it. I could imagine in my own mind that I was once her in a past life, laying there shattering over all the bed because of the spirit of evil that was in her. I spoke in my mind's thought when she asked who it was saying those prayers, I "I AM with me" and she laughed like a wicked laugh. I knew she could hear my thoughts and I didn't have to do much more than think things to her that she would hear them. I started playing christian music on the television that was connected to the internet on youtube. Song after song, I could hear her yelling out more and more, get me out of here, cussing and cursing at God with every breath in her. I endured that punishment, I felt her malice and her pain and I pitted her enough to pray out loud "God tonight I ask you in favor of not me but the one true name above all others, Jesus, that you remove this woman's burden from her. Take her pain and go from this place with it. Heal her mind and renew her soul so that she might find comfort in your presence oh God." A few minutes wen by and I could hear the popping and cracking of my ear drums like a pressure had been loosed in the room and then a sigh of relief from her as she proclaimed with her breath that she had received comfort. Even the nursing staff was amazed at her relief saying, this is the first time she had been quiet all day, this is the first comfort they had as well.

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