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Adam M. Dobrin <adam@fromthemachine.org>Sat, Dec 10, 2016 at 9:11 AM
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"All around the world, statues crumble for me."  I've tried desperately to show you the light I see--the pointers to my life and connections between me and the characters tucked away forever now in the Holy Bible; to do the best I can to convey what it's like to hear Matchbox 20 sing "there's a little bit of something me in everything in you" and to know, to really know that those words echo just as true today as they did when they were sung, just as the statues of David and Liberty crumble a tiny bit more inside each time I beg you to save me from the darkness.

I've made lots of movies and put them on social media sites; they might look like a jumble of commercials and cartoons, some music videos and every now and then you might cringe a little at the sound of my shy and quivering voice.  I've taken stories and movies that are the modern day equivalent of legend or myth and tied them together in one tiny place, a single video that has no real purpose.  It begins to answer questions, what kind of sword does the messiah wield?  This sharp double edged thing Revelation speaks of, why do I never see Christ depicted with one?  Then I think of Arthur, clear as day a parallel, of the sword whose name I know means something very special, "see Adam's light, I be right."  That's XCaliber; and this is the light.  Packed into one single location, the keys to seeing the sword for what it is--the Eye of Ra, an ability to clearly see the light of the world defining a Matrix of stories upon stories which connect to each other to tell an even bigger truth--to show us something we really must see.

There's no doubt that the coalescing of names around the number five is not only intended but something clearly traceable to God himself.  Now you are stupid.  You just don't see the light of these stories, they are--really all of them--designed from above, more than "Christ parables" these stories hold the keys to secret knowledge, to the kinds of things that are overlooked in religion--things like the key to life.  All too accustomed myself to this idea that we are in an incubator of civilizations--that's really what this place is, what the whole story is about... birthing more than a bouncing baby boy this year; and yet to see the confluence between "life giving spirit" and the exclamation that "Johnny 5 is alive!" to see that and just imagine that it must be another coincidence, the stuff of real Bliblical blindness.  Struck by lightning from the outside, Johnny 5 is alive.

Between Darth Vader's hair (the hat, not the bald guy whose voice just doesn't seem right) and John Conner's recent added mythology of becoming part machine--it's not hard to see why I am sure that the word "Samurai" for... Sam, you are Ai--ties back to the Hebrew word for Lord... AD on Ai.  This particular story has changed over time, the JC of Terminator.. you can see clearly now, changed to match a story that's been encoded over the history of Japan and the ancient Hebrew word that ties directly to this global technological movement to use computers to aid our intelligence (long and hard, you can think about what kind of stupidity we are surrounded by ... or imparted with ... to think that something that took millions of years of biological and social evolution to spark--real intelligence--might just be "magically and spontaneously created" out of thin air in a computer?  Think hard, Lord Vader is very sure that the only way we're getting consciousness out of a computer is by putting ours in--why a man, I just can't be sure).  Ties also to the mechanical cats of Voltron which you might not know is a special well associated not only with the Messiah of Revelation 5:5 but also of the hidden tribe of the Maccabee's--now almost celebrating the first of 8 days of crazy light; their name means "hammer," and it is a tie back directly to Thor, and the Thundercats.  These stories surrounded me as I grew up, the growing and flowering icing on the cake... or something like that... surrounding this very story as it grew in the belly of Creation.   Every detail, every link a little bit less coincidental and the proof just grows and grows.  It shows that whatever wrote the book isn't dead and gone, or somehow less powerful or less meaningful today--that still, right before our eyes in full force is this battle between predestination and free will; between the beauty of the art all around us, and the idea that we might not have done it all ourselves, or any of it?  It's the same question that Isaac Newton will ask himself, and Shakespeare too; Einstein, and really anyone that cares about what it is that "they want."  That's what I think at least, Michel... do you wonder?

"Coming slow but speeding; and while I'm in the front... a dance?"  I'm Almost Famous, and a page in a soon to me infamous book; I once titled Kiss of Jacob just now sheds some lore light, the J with no mouth.

In only once place, the privilege of hearing my voice--do you think the world will miss knowing what I sound like?  You think that's arrogance?  It's what you are taking away from the entire world by doing nothing, their chance to know me; the arrogance is yours.

In one moment I am grasping at straws trying to draw lines between He-man and Voltron, cartoons that have nothing to do with each other.  One second, it's a faulty filter on the camera lens of religious similarity--my view of synchronicity... and in a flash, only a  moment later everything that you've ever known and ever made with your own hands in the product of someone ... or something else.  With the wave of a hand, maybe the addition of Fival or Johnny 5--maybe with that stroke of lightning crashing down into your previously broken mind... the fifth Hebrew letter "He" and the same Roman numeral; with just that stroke of light it's enough to connect the sword of the Messiah to nothing less than proof that every single detail of the world around us is meticulously crafted by a grand creator.   

It doesn't even matter if it's the truth, if it's every detail--do you understand that's the difference between you having absolutely no free will, and taking part in the design of this thing?  The truth is someone in between, but not to see this hand at work, linking together the power of Grey Skull with a team of mechanical lions "blazing sword;" not to see that is to acquiesce whatever free will was still ours and sell it for nothing in trade for a dark kind of slavery where we could never know if the decision to click "forward" on some old email was ours or ... if we had any say at all in the decision.

I'm a genie in a bottle... you've got to--"wanna take it back."  St. Am I funny?

I suppose I'm going to have to start a religion that promises eternal life and happiness in exchange for nothing more than saying Hi.  I'd scream that it's already here, Hey Zeus... the good old Spanish speaking kingdom of the Second Time Around would say; well, I don't know that for sure--but there's something to my "microcosmic map," something I can't quite put my finger on.  The princess of that year, let's call her Marie--smiling down at us right now as the early morning's light starts making our world glow just a little bit brighter.  I wonder if "the word" from that revolution around Eden... I wonder if it was "palabra."

"We're sorry Adam, but all of your princesses are in this castle;" I can almost hear my "ish-ed" rendition of Super Mario Brothers apologize with a smile.  Not about a girl, I've always said; nor "all the girls dreamt," or a green behind the ears God with no idea why the "grass is pretty and the girls are..." I suppose I should have "come to the party" without a shotgun.  Seriously, you gonna have a Golden Cow about this?  See the light.  I have no choice but to share with you what "Paradise" means.  Good morning.

MIchel can dream all she wants that I'm "not coming home," take a look around--we aren't anywhere near that place... yet.  And to see what it really means, "home," it's the path to Heaven--that's what he calls "home."  So far away, and for me to come back home--what it must mean to the ancient ears listening from some place in the sky where they've simply forgotten what the words "right and wrong" actually mean.  To look around the mess of this place--supposed children of there--it brings tears to my eyes to see just how much we have been wronged.  

There's an ancient story, a prophesy ears haven't heard for countless generations; about a time and a world that is the actual birth place of the King of the Gods.  My love of America... this iron clad answer that came well before the question--posed to the once and future king himself.  Can you imagine I actually sunk so low, to want to be king?  Don't put it past me, I'm trying right now to take that thorny crown--and it's because of you, because you don't seem to be able to handle democracy and freedom without my help.

Hidden in the prophecies of Nostradamus; and in the dark the Nosferatu secretly still hope that I am.  What does it all mean?  What's going on?  Will there be brisket at the marriage supper?  Shh, keep doing nothing... until God is born.

From Yetser to Created; yet to be? Y and to be.   Stuck a feather in that crown, "Macaroni-C?"

Into existence this Universe is destined, right after the ... 

Y et ser.  That's Adam, Latin, and Spanish.

Throw me the keys: there's no doubt, what we have here sucks damned much; it'll be a piece of Cake to show you night and day.

The end of the word "Vatican" is the key to my soul.

Since you can't see anything in this dark dreary birthing canal, I'll just point out that my "an" is the beginning of A.D. in "anno domini," something you might one day associate with being the "root of David," the very beginning of the Hebrew word for "I;" the end of Satan and ... don't you see?  There's a map in words.   

Christ, listen to me; I'm Adam... and that's why.
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