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Chapter 11
On a night in 2017 – Tholms pulled out and assembled his old dusty clarinet from its box and went to the patio to practice with it and started playing the National Anthem. He was inspired to play other songs after he was only playing by ear, how the song came out so perfectly. He decided to try something different. He tried a beat from Double “The Captain of Her Heart” But was soon fixated on the Fixx “Saved by Zero.”
2018 He was listening to the radio show at night and was turned on by the idea of remote viewing. So, he devised his own concept, a combination of iron rich spring green salad mixes, electrolyte fluids, and a constant ritual schedule. While this did work for a while, in his dreams he would be constrained by how distant the main power arteries were from his house. Drawing him nearer to the EMF waves of the thick power lines. This did not last; however, it did teach Tholms much about the world around him, not that he did not already know because of what he had just witnessed three years earlier. However, one of the songs he mastered was the one he was practicing on. It is not that tholms had not a need to continue his meditation at the time, somehow the methodology was making him heavier in body weight. So, he had to quit for the moment, but the time he was to invest for himself next would alter him in a rather strange fashion.
It was an invitation to something greater than what was experienced in 2016. And the results will shock you after what he has gone through next.
Chapter 12
2018 – The pronoia age was upon Tholms’ conscience.
One night in a cordial discussion with what Tholms was assuming was the Great One, a deer walked up to his window and started hissing before running off.
It was after his sister’s wedding and even though his old habits managed to catch up with him once again, he was walking to the gas station to buy a pack to light up on, but what happened on his trek would stun him. To a house on the left a dog was walking up to him, but the dog was not interested in Tholms so much as a strange mysterious anomaly five yards away in front of him. This happened again to another dog at a business building just before he reached the service station, exact same phenomenon.
The presences in his room were outstanding, one morning he woke up with a voice telling him “Tholms, you are a sinner,” one morning he was stirred by a voice; he, and his dad were planning a fishing trip to Old Town. This time the voice sounded like his dad's voice, but he was still in bed. The voice sounded as if it was saying “Are you ready to go to Heaven”? But the best one of all was one morning before Tholms woke up, someone physically touched him on the shoulder, but no one was there, and all his parents were in bed.
He started seeing strange visual anomalies in his eyes that started as he went back to church on Sundays, auras. They started at church but soon after would coalesce around other people and animals, birds mostly of all creatures, the bigger the bird the wilder. One day he was meditating on his swing in the field; the hawks were in an oak tree and the width and power on the circle in his visions were so awesome he did not even need to close his eyes. One of the hawks started flying over tholms and kept stopping in mid-flight like she was performing dives over him.
On a night in 2017 – Tholms pulled out and assembled his old dusty clarinet from its box and went to the patio to practice with it and started playing the National Anthem. He was inspired to play other songs after he was only playing by ear, how the song came out so perfectly. He decided to try something different. He tried a beat from Double “The Captain of Her Heart” But was soon fixated on the Fixx “Saved by Zero.”
2018 He was listening to the radio show at night and was turned on by the idea of remote viewing. So, he devised his own concept, a combination of iron rich spring green salad mixes, electrolyte fluids, and a constant ritual schedule. While this did work for a while, in his dreams he would be constrained by how distant the main power arteries were from his house. Drawing him nearer to the EMF waves of the thick power lines. This did not last; however, it did teach Tholms much about the world around him, not that he did not already know because of what he had just witnessed three years earlier. However, one of the songs he mastered was the one he was practicing on. It is not that tholms had not a need to continue his meditation at the time, somehow the methodology was making him heavier in body weight. So, he had to quit for the moment, but the time he was to invest for himself next would alter him in a rather strange fashion.
It was an invitation to something greater than what was experienced in 2016. And the results will shock you after what he has gone through next.
Chapter 12
2018 – The pronoia age was upon Tholms’ conscience.
One night in a cordial discussion with what Tholms was assuming was the Great One, a deer walked up to his window and started hissing before running off.
It was after his sister’s wedding and even though his old habits managed to catch up with him once again, he was walking to the gas station to buy a pack to light up on, but what happened on his trek would stun him. To a house on the left a dog was walking up to him, but the dog was not interested in Tholms so much as a strange mysterious anomaly five yards away in front of him. This happened again to another dog at a business building just before he reached the service station, exact same phenomenon.
The presences in his room were outstanding, one morning he woke up with a voice telling him “Tholms, you are a sinner,” one morning he was stirred by a voice; he, and his dad were planning a fishing trip to Old Town. This time the voice sounded like his dad's voice, but he was still in bed. The voice sounded as if it was saying “Are you ready to go to Heaven”? But the best one of all was one morning before Tholms woke up, someone physically touched him on the shoulder, but no one was there, and all his parents were in bed.
He started seeing strange visual anomalies in his eyes that started as he went back to church on Sundays, auras. They started at church but soon after would coalesce around other people and animals, birds mostly of all creatures, the bigger the bird the wilder. One day he was meditating on his swing in the field; the hawks were in an oak tree and the width and power on the circle in his visions were so awesome he did not even need to close his eyes. One of the hawks started flying over tholms and kept stopping in mid-flight like she was performing dives over him.
