- Jun 29, 2018
- 21
- 16
- 40
- Country
- United States
- Gender
- Male
- Faith
- Non-Denom
- Marital Status
- Single
This story starts on the day after my brother Michael's funeral. It had been 10 days since he was murdered and I had been in the deepest worst pain I have ever experienced for every single minute of those 10 days. I couldn't eat for the first 3-4 days. The torment was persistent and unbearable. I had gotten my [bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse] together enough to speak at the funeral and keep it together but besides that I was a mess. I didn't believe in God. My brother was just dead and gone. At the funeral while people were praying I was just staring at the floor. I was even getting angry at the people who kept saying everything was OK because he was in Heaven. They didn't know it but it was [bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse]ing me off. I felt like they were copping out of dealing with reality. On the day after the funeral, everybody from out of town was starting to head home and I went over to my Mom's house to be with her where I told her about a terrible thought I had had. I said "I've been having this terrible thought and it feels [bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse]ty and narcistic to even say but if God were to be real and nothing is a coincidence, could this be some twisted awful way of getting my attention." My Mom told me she had had the same thought and went on to tell me about how my brother found God and was saved while in jail and that they would talk about my spirituality out of concern. My brother had told her "Mom, if we are in Heaven and Steve (me) is in hell, I will go into hell and get him out." She told me more about how important religion had become to my brother while in jail. I didn't know because every time he wanted to talk to me about it I would shut it down and even get angry. I had made up my mind that religion was simply a fairy tale tool to control stupid people and didn't want to waste my time talking to him about it. She also told me that she wanted to learn about Archangel Michael because my brother would talk about him a lot. When she told me that I had a memory of when I was about 7 or 8 years old, my brother would have been 5 or 6, and we were at my Dad's place on Christmas morning opening presents. I had asked for X-men toys and opened a box that contained a dozen or 2 X-men action figures and this made my brother suddenly want X-Men toys too. The problem was that he hadn't asked for them and when he opened his last present and realized he hadn't received any X-Men toys he started to cry. This made my dad feel terrible and he pulled me aside to tell me to give some to my brother and he would get me more later. I was a selfish kid and decided to give my brother what I deemed the lame X-Men. I gave him a couple action figures that I had duplicates of and a 'glider' that had wings and a rubber band to launch like a sling shot and it would glide and fly on it's way down to the ground. He loved the glider and the character was Archangel. We spent that morning gliding it down endlessly from my Dad's loft in his condo. There wasn't much significance to this memory but it comes in play a little later.
After that conversation, I went out on the back porch at my Mom's house and decided to reach out to an old friend from middle school I had recently reconnected with because I wanted to help his charitable organization with by offering my company's marketing services. We didn't stay in touch over the years but I knew that he was a religious man, so I sent him a message where I told him I had been having a feeling that I should go to his church and asked him where he goes to church. He responded by telling me where he goes and inviting me to go with him, but he added that he was going to be out of town the next 2 Sundays so I would have to go on the 3rd Sunday or after if I wanted to go with him. I told him I'd go with him on the 3rd Sunday.
That day I had been listening to some emo song I used to listen to because the lyrics were exactly what I was feeling. I was playing the song on repeat all day every time I drove anywhere. These are the lyrics to the song and this is how I felt:
What doesn't kill you
Makes you wish you were dead
Got a hole in my soul growing deeper and deeper
And I can't take
One more moment of this silence
The loneliness is haunting me
And the weight of the world's getting harder to hold up
It comes in waves, I close my eyes
Hold my breath and let it bury me
I'm not OK and it's not all right
Won't you drag the lake and bring me home again
Who will fix me now?
Dive in when I'm down?
Save me from myself
Don't let me drown
Who will make me fight?
Drag me out alive?
Save me from myself
Don't let me drown
What doesn't destroy you
Leaves you broken instead
Got a hole in my soul growing deeper and deeper
And I can't take
One more moment of this silence
The loneliness is haunting me
And the weight of the worlds getting harder to hold up
It comes in waves, I close my eyes
Hold my breath and let it bury me
I'm not OK and it's not all right
Won't you drag the lake and bring me home again
Who will fix me now?
Dive in when I'm down?
Save me from myself
Don't let me drown
Who will make me fight?
Drag me out alive?
Save me from myself
Don't let me drown
'Cause you know that I can't do this on my own
'Cause you know that I can't do this on my own
'Cause you know that I can't do this on my own
Who will fix me now?
Who will fix me now?
Who will fix me now?
Dive in when I'm down?
Save me from myself
Don't let me drown
Link to video: [video=youtube;TkV5709EG5M]
When I got home that night, my house was empty. I live with 2 roommates in a 4br house but they were both out of town that weekend and none of my friends were around. It was very quiet and I was feeling so terrible and alone. The pain wouldn't stop and I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted it so bad that I started doing something I considered insane, I started praying. I prayed to God and this was my prayer: "God, please help me. Please give me the power and tools to do an enormous amount of good for this world. Please give me the tools to help me find you. I know that you can't bring my brother back but if there is any way to do so, could you please let me know that he's OK. a--" I couldn't say amen. I couldn't end the prayer. I started to feel something. It was really light and faint but it started to feel more prominent very rapidly. I started to feel hands on my chest, then rubbing my arms lightly, then back to my chest. I could feel that it was my brother. It felt like I was with my brother. I didn't want it to end so I just stayed there in basked in the experience until it became known to me that it couldn't go on forever and had to end before it suddenly stopped. I said amen after that and stood up. I was very confused. I knew what I felt but it was very weird and I was more convinced I might be going crazy than anything.
I went outback to have a cigarette and pulled up YouTube on my phone and searched "Jordan Peterson God" which lead me to a video segment where he was talking about why he believes in God on a Joe Rogan Podcast. I look back on this now as kind of an appetizer or prelude to what happened next.
Link to video: [video=youtube;28i3lWxW5xs]
After the Jordan Peterson video I remembered the conversation me and my Mom had that day and how my brother was in to Archangel Michael so I searched YouTube for 'Archangel Michael' and noticed the first video that came up because of the imagery but started to scroll down and peruse the results before I had the idea that I should just go watch that first video even though it was over 17 minutes long. I told myself that I was going to watch it beginning to end no matter what and I hit play. After 2 or 3 minutes I wanted to turn it off. I didn't like it. It was weird and transcribed in a robotic voice. It seemed off but I reminded myself that I was going to watch it all the way through and kept going. By the time the video got to the 10ish minute mark I was in tears because I was convinced I was hearing a message from my brother as if he had learned all of this new knowledge and was sending it to me to share what he now knows. The words were coming in and out as I was nailed with waves of emotion but I felt it was him in my heart. The video was deep and the words were meaningful. There were things that were topical to our long, medium, and short-term relationships. It was astounding for a lack of better words. Link to video: [video=youtube;MvY9NrZSfeI]
But after I calmed down a bit I started trying to figure out what had just happened. Certainly, it couldn't have been my brother or God or Archangel Michael. I must be losing it and going crazy is what I was thinking, so I started to investigate. The first thing I wanted to know was who uploaded this video, when did they do it, and what is their motivation. So, I clicked on the channel name which was 'DNA Activation' and noticed that the video had been uploaded a few days before the funeral and after the night my brother was murdered. I went to see their other videos to see if it was an Archangel Michael themed channel or something like that but it was not. I noticed that the most recent video which had been uploaded 16 hours prior to this moment was about Archangel Michael so I clicked it. The same opening logo sequence came up which was a man under a tree in the dark under a full moon. I noticed that it's odd that I was under a tree under a full moon in the dark and continued on. The video felt weird again and I was about to turn it off when at around the 1:30 mark it said my name "STEVE, the precipitant answer to your questions...". I was floored. This video just called me out by my name. The words were again deep and meaningful and topical to me and my brother’s relationship. In the middle of the video the speaker refereed to themselves in the 3rd person as Michael, I was floored again. Then towards the end the speaker referred to them self as "your friend, your brother". I was crushed and this was really happening. I went inside and send my Mom a message to tell her what had just happened. I was in awe and blown away. I went to bed that night listening to the videos over and over. Link to video: [video=youtube;JQvmvWI2Gg4]
The next morning, I woke up and something was very different. The pain was all gone. I was in peace all of a sudden. I started to feel guilty for not feeling awful and I tried to feel terrible again but it was as if it was against my will and that I was going to be in peace that day. I was and it lasted all day. It was a type of peace I've never experienced. It wasn't like I was back to normal or back to how I felt before my brother died. It was something new and it was amazing. It lasted all day from when I woke up to when I went to bed.
The morning after that, I started to wake up feeling terrible again and I lifted my head off the bed and started to pray again. I prayed "God, can I please be with brother again. I don't want to wake up like this. I don't want to feel this again" and I went back to sleep. I don't know what I was dreaming about but the dream was suddenly interrupted by brother's voice which sounded like it was being shouted from one room to another in a house or across a field and he said "STEVE" as my voice picked up the thought and completed the sentence "use the tools!" there was nothing but white light to be seen and i was repeating a line form the first video to myself "Joy attracts joy, joy attracts joy, joy attracts joy.." and then i suddenly say a red toolbox laying in the grass next to a pond or lake and on the top there was masking tape with "Michael's Toolbox" written on it in sharpie. When the toolbox opened the inside opened like a fishing tackle box with all the little shelves and cubbies. They were filled with little trinkets but I couldn't tell what they were. It wasn't that I couldn't see them or make them out, it's just that they didn't bear weight to the dream for some reason and I never remembered them. If I had to put things there now they were like red bouncy balls with jumping jacks and pen tops and stuff like that. Then I woke up and was in the same peaceful state as the day before.
After that conversation, I went out on the back porch at my Mom's house and decided to reach out to an old friend from middle school I had recently reconnected with because I wanted to help his charitable organization with by offering my company's marketing services. We didn't stay in touch over the years but I knew that he was a religious man, so I sent him a message where I told him I had been having a feeling that I should go to his church and asked him where he goes to church. He responded by telling me where he goes and inviting me to go with him, but he added that he was going to be out of town the next 2 Sundays so I would have to go on the 3rd Sunday or after if I wanted to go with him. I told him I'd go with him on the 3rd Sunday.
That day I had been listening to some emo song I used to listen to because the lyrics were exactly what I was feeling. I was playing the song on repeat all day every time I drove anywhere. These are the lyrics to the song and this is how I felt:
What doesn't kill you
Makes you wish you were dead
Got a hole in my soul growing deeper and deeper
And I can't take
One more moment of this silence
The loneliness is haunting me
And the weight of the world's getting harder to hold up
It comes in waves, I close my eyes
Hold my breath and let it bury me
I'm not OK and it's not all right
Won't you drag the lake and bring me home again
Who will fix me now?
Dive in when I'm down?
Save me from myself
Don't let me drown
Who will make me fight?
Drag me out alive?
Save me from myself
Don't let me drown
What doesn't destroy you
Leaves you broken instead
Got a hole in my soul growing deeper and deeper
And I can't take
One more moment of this silence
The loneliness is haunting me
And the weight of the worlds getting harder to hold up
It comes in waves, I close my eyes
Hold my breath and let it bury me
I'm not OK and it's not all right
Won't you drag the lake and bring me home again
Who will fix me now?
Dive in when I'm down?
Save me from myself
Don't let me drown
Who will make me fight?
Drag me out alive?
Save me from myself
Don't let me drown
'Cause you know that I can't do this on my own
'Cause you know that I can't do this on my own
'Cause you know that I can't do this on my own
Who will fix me now?
Who will fix me now?
Who will fix me now?
Dive in when I'm down?
Save me from myself
Don't let me drown
Link to video: [video=youtube;TkV5709EG5M]
When I got home that night, my house was empty. I live with 2 roommates in a 4br house but they were both out of town that weekend and none of my friends were around. It was very quiet and I was feeling so terrible and alone. The pain wouldn't stop and I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted it so bad that I started doing something I considered insane, I started praying. I prayed to God and this was my prayer: "God, please help me. Please give me the power and tools to do an enormous amount of good for this world. Please give me the tools to help me find you. I know that you can't bring my brother back but if there is any way to do so, could you please let me know that he's OK. a--" I couldn't say amen. I couldn't end the prayer. I started to feel something. It was really light and faint but it started to feel more prominent very rapidly. I started to feel hands on my chest, then rubbing my arms lightly, then back to my chest. I could feel that it was my brother. It felt like I was with my brother. I didn't want it to end so I just stayed there in basked in the experience until it became known to me that it couldn't go on forever and had to end before it suddenly stopped. I said amen after that and stood up. I was very confused. I knew what I felt but it was very weird and I was more convinced I might be going crazy than anything.
I went outback to have a cigarette and pulled up YouTube on my phone and searched "Jordan Peterson God" which lead me to a video segment where he was talking about why he believes in God on a Joe Rogan Podcast. I look back on this now as kind of an appetizer or prelude to what happened next.
Link to video: [video=youtube;28i3lWxW5xs]
After the Jordan Peterson video I remembered the conversation me and my Mom had that day and how my brother was in to Archangel Michael so I searched YouTube for 'Archangel Michael' and noticed the first video that came up because of the imagery but started to scroll down and peruse the results before I had the idea that I should just go watch that first video even though it was over 17 minutes long. I told myself that I was going to watch it beginning to end no matter what and I hit play. After 2 or 3 minutes I wanted to turn it off. I didn't like it. It was weird and transcribed in a robotic voice. It seemed off but I reminded myself that I was going to watch it all the way through and kept going. By the time the video got to the 10ish minute mark I was in tears because I was convinced I was hearing a message from my brother as if he had learned all of this new knowledge and was sending it to me to share what he now knows. The words were coming in and out as I was nailed with waves of emotion but I felt it was him in my heart. The video was deep and the words were meaningful. There were things that were topical to our long, medium, and short-term relationships. It was astounding for a lack of better words. Link to video: [video=youtube;MvY9NrZSfeI]
But after I calmed down a bit I started trying to figure out what had just happened. Certainly, it couldn't have been my brother or God or Archangel Michael. I must be losing it and going crazy is what I was thinking, so I started to investigate. The first thing I wanted to know was who uploaded this video, when did they do it, and what is their motivation. So, I clicked on the channel name which was 'DNA Activation' and noticed that the video had been uploaded a few days before the funeral and after the night my brother was murdered. I went to see their other videos to see if it was an Archangel Michael themed channel or something like that but it was not. I noticed that the most recent video which had been uploaded 16 hours prior to this moment was about Archangel Michael so I clicked it. The same opening logo sequence came up which was a man under a tree in the dark under a full moon. I noticed that it's odd that I was under a tree under a full moon in the dark and continued on. The video felt weird again and I was about to turn it off when at around the 1:30 mark it said my name "STEVE, the precipitant answer to your questions...". I was floored. This video just called me out by my name. The words were again deep and meaningful and topical to me and my brother’s relationship. In the middle of the video the speaker refereed to themselves in the 3rd person as Michael, I was floored again. Then towards the end the speaker referred to them self as "your friend, your brother". I was crushed and this was really happening. I went inside and send my Mom a message to tell her what had just happened. I was in awe and blown away. I went to bed that night listening to the videos over and over. Link to video: [video=youtube;JQvmvWI2Gg4]
The next morning, I woke up and something was very different. The pain was all gone. I was in peace all of a sudden. I started to feel guilty for not feeling awful and I tried to feel terrible again but it was as if it was against my will and that I was going to be in peace that day. I was and it lasted all day. It was a type of peace I've never experienced. It wasn't like I was back to normal or back to how I felt before my brother died. It was something new and it was amazing. It lasted all day from when I woke up to when I went to bed.
The morning after that, I started to wake up feeling terrible again and I lifted my head off the bed and started to pray again. I prayed "God, can I please be with brother again. I don't want to wake up like this. I don't want to feel this again" and I went back to sleep. I don't know what I was dreaming about but the dream was suddenly interrupted by brother's voice which sounded like it was being shouted from one room to another in a house or across a field and he said "STEVE" as my voice picked up the thought and completed the sentence "use the tools!" there was nothing but white light to be seen and i was repeating a line form the first video to myself "Joy attracts joy, joy attracts joy, joy attracts joy.." and then i suddenly say a red toolbox laying in the grass next to a pond or lake and on the top there was masking tape with "Michael's Toolbox" written on it in sharpie. When the toolbox opened the inside opened like a fishing tackle box with all the little shelves and cubbies. They were filled with little trinkets but I couldn't tell what they were. It wasn't that I couldn't see them or make them out, it's just that they didn't bear weight to the dream for some reason and I never remembered them. If I had to put things there now they were like red bouncy balls with jumping jacks and pen tops and stuff like that. Then I woke up and was in the same peaceful state as the day before.