Here I am If you are looking!!! (To be Continued)

My journey starts 10 years ago while overseas in London England. While in London England in 2002, on a school Model UN trip. I was walking across a bridge, walking pass another small group of students. When a young girl had her friend, with big Katy Perry eyes, pushed her into me. I spun her around and said "pardon me love" and let her go. A friend asked who that was, I didn't know who but I however said I was going to marry her someday. But there was this feeling inside like I let the moment go. That what had happened was wrong and impacted my destiny in a way that I had no control over. I never forgot her face, to which I'm great at remembering, its names I have a problem with.
After coming home from the trip to Europe in 2002, which because of the lack of support from the school board at the Time because of 9/11 we went under protest to save the program because of how important we, as students, felt it was to those who may never have the opportunity to see the world as it should be. I was in the Model Un program offered at Lakefield and PCVS. The only two school in the country at the Time that had access to this world wide event that has a minimum six year waiting list for schools, if, a school drops out.
At the Time on that bridge in London England, I never knew the impact that moment would have on my life. Three weeks later I was deathly ill. I was asleep on my couch when I awoke from such a deep slumber but my eyes were closed still. The entire basement was illuminated. The empty space between the furniture was white and the furniture itself was dark, almost black. The TV the pillars, the coffee table, the piano, were all black but could be made out by this white light. As I was scoping out the basement I came across two entities standing behind the couch. They had the shape of human form yet they were emitting this white light from their bodies. There were no human characteristics, except for this white light. As if I was looking at a mother of pearl stone, white with traces of colour around or circling inside. To which I then heard them say “Christopher, my son. You need to wake up. You are going to die.” I laughed and thought this was some kind of joke. I felt great and fantastic. They then repeated “Christopher, sweetheart, you are going to die, you need to get up.” The female entity, which is what her presence and voice felt like then proceeded to walk around the couch and sit on my legs and rub them and once again said” Christopher, you need to get up. You are going to die.” So I opened my eyes and it hit me like a ton of bricks, or death. I had never been so weak in my life. I went upstairs to use the bathroom but fainted in the process and my mother found me wrapped around the toilet. She then thought it was a good idea to take me to the hospital. I never told her of what happened. I knew she would just dismiss it as a hallucination but because I experienced it I knew it was real to me. After a spinal tap I was diagnosed with Scarlet fever. At the time the significance had not had any light shed upon myself yet, for I was not enlightened yet to the significance and the roles that fate, destiny, chance, karma, choice, serendipity, played in my life.

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While starring at some glow in the dark stars on a ceiling and one on a fan, I began to feel weightless and left my body. First slowly as I went through the roof of the house and could see it as I was being pulled away but eventually at the speed of light was whisked into what can only be described as the center of the cosmos. The colours around me were vibrant. Orange’s, yellows, blues, reds, combined with all these stars. I had no physical body but could make out the silhouette of my hands as I passed them in front of my vision but there were transparent at the time. Amazed at where I was and what I was seeing I was then over come with joy, fear, confusion, in a mixed up ball of enlightenment. This big booming voice from the sky told me I was HIS son and here to do great things. No matter how I choose to do it. This all made complete sense in my life and would have scared the crap out of me too if I had a body to do so at the time because I was now faced with the question of who is this and what did he mean by being HIS son? When I was shot back to my body a single tear fell from my eye because I was still looking at the fan and the breeze from it must have just simply dried my eye out. Logic would explain. You see when I was diagnosed with scarlet fever my body temperature was 107’C, which the blood boils at 108’C so it is conceivable to assume that because of the high temperature of my blood in my brain, that there was miss-firings of nerve endings that combined with being having a near to death experience would explain for the vision I had.

Now for the hard part, answering the question of what am I going to do that is so great? Understanding the teachings of myths and fables which is; that there is a moral or value, lesson to these fables or legends. I then must apply such to my life. To have the touch of destiny most are either prophesied and are signified with a significant date of birth or event surrounding their birth or even a birthmark. I myself have a freckle located beside my bellybutton that can be interpreted as the letter “M.” I also analyze my name, Christopher, which means “Christ bearer” or one who holds Christ in his heart. Simply broken down, the “opher” of “Christ” himself. Understanding religion and the implications the “second coming of Christ” has, one presumes, one must be cautious when making such a bold claim as this. Knowing that both Judaism and Christianity are waiting for their respected messiah. Which the combination of a birthmark and a name with an event such as my enlightenment could possibly suggest that I myself can make such a claim? But here is my dilemma. Who in their right mind is going to believe me? For one, Christians are led to believe that Christ will reveal himself when rapture comes, or the when the world ends. Which begs multiple questions that does surround the writing of the bible and by whom wrote it for what gain and purpose? etc. That if the prophesies are real, that of the second coming of Christ, does it necessarily mean the end of the world or the end of the world as we know it? As well as the fact, that I was on drugs when I was told of my destiny, purpose.

These moments are factual, where things get “hazy” is when I start to draw up conclusions without concrete proof because they lead to conspiracies which I subscribe to in life. Now 10 years have past since these events in my life and I have done a lot of living and research and just finished a brief one month stay in the psychiatric ward of the local hospital. Leaving with a diagnosis of “ An overactive Imagination.”

1. The girl on the bridge was Scarlett Johansson. Here is my linkage of proof.
When I got home, after my brother Cpl. Nicholas Ashley Bulger was killed in Afghanistan and I moved from out west, I mailed a letter to a production company care of Scarlett Johansson on Broadway, where she was doing a show. The only copy now lies in her hands. I deleted the rough copy on the lap top but can be basically summed it up like this:
I opened with just a simple question. February 1 2002, London England. If this has any significance to your life continue on reading if not disregard the letter entirely and thank you for your Time. It continued with why I was in Europe, for the Model UN trip. Watching what Dreams may come while there and having not seen it before but wanting to and the coincidence with the main character having the first and middle name I have. I never mentioned my last name or left a return address. If this was real then she had the means necessary to find me. It continued with watching serendipity on the flight home, which I was trying to get on set when they filmed it in Toronto on a class trip when I was in grade nine. My teacher was Paul Follet, who long story short ended up being the one who took us on the trip. Actually you know what, this is good so I’m going to side track a little and explain this trip but I’ll stick to the really good stuff. At the airport before departure I showed everybody my trade mark move that I will be known for on this trip.

When Lloyd falls off the jet way on Dumb and Dumber and looks like he broke his leg. This is what I was going to do. While in the Vincent Van Gouh museum, Paul, while we were standing on the third floor balcony looking down, turned to me and said it’s Time for me to do my thing. I put up a little fight, there were a couple of the girls there as well from the class. And a lot of people. We waited about twenty five thirty minutes to get in. Minimum, so maybe even longer. The first floor had a glass entrance to which you could see into the lobby and the staircase that winds. This was my destination. So I walked with my head held down. As a part of the act. When I got to the bottom of the stairs I looked up at them and just fell and laid on the floor. I laid there with my eyes closed. Not knowing what to expect but listening to the rumblings in the darkness. Eventually I got up to a security guard making her way over to me. I sat and told her everything was OK. A group of old ladies that were sitting on a lounge bench asked what that was. I told them that it was an impressionist piece called “boy falling down the stairs.” They applauded as I was getting up. The people on the second balcony were applauding. The people on the third floor were applauding, I had taken people away from enjoy this beautiful artwork for just a brief moment to see me fall down the stairs. The people with their heads pressed up against the glass. Both outside waiting to get in and in the entrance where you pay and hang your jackets. Had stopped what they were doing to see what I was doing. I bowed, and thanked them; it was a beautiful moment in my life. I did this all over the trip. In London, in the underground by a wet floor sign down like a hundred feet of escalators. In a circus at night while it was raining and opened my eyes after being pelted with change from a balcony bar to an Asian couple taking my photo. Without getting too deep into it, this was a life changing trip, none the less.

I told her about me getting sick and what I was diagnosed with. The vision that night and the enlightment that happened six months after. I left a cookie crumble trail for her to find me. The fact that there were only two schools in Canada that went to this school. I told her about the night on the bridge. Maybe she was that girl. I was great with faces.
A month later she was on David Letterman and she talked about her Bulgarian body guard, sounds like Bulger to me. His name was “STREIPHTSCO” which could be interpreted as anagram, “CHRISTOPHER, ” Da Vinci Code, if one was looking for such a thing. Only now the video is cut out by a sign about a web site address. So I took it as something. But at the same Time still trying to deal with what is going on inside my head, so I had contacted my family doctor and spoke to him about some of the things that cross my mind. He recommended I call this psychiatrist. So I did. This was around April. In May she was on Craig Ferguson where she talked about bacon and Canadian bacon. And a Canadian friend named Chris that she had and how everyone should have a Canadian friend named Chris.
She later hosted Saturday night live where there was a skit having to deal with a Model UN speech. Six months after when they aired the rerun it happened to fall on my brother Nick’s birthday. Not to mentioned she was married to a Canadian for a couple of years.

Plus if you subscribe to coincidence, rather the value of them the numerous Times she has worked with actors that share my fist name. Not to mention the man charged with stalking her and stealing naked photos of her.

So if she combined with, no I love to through this name around,” they” knew about me then is it not some type of weird coincidence that I would meet her on a bridge in London and miraculously get deathly ill of Scarlett fever three weeks later with a disease bearing the same name? this frightened me in the sense that if this conclusion was possible, and I am in fact possible, there are some major players in this world who would be wanting “my services” from religious organizations to any number of world domination groups. Which is why I started my own poetry web site.
Now this is just the tip of the ice berg so to speak but I just wanted to put a “feeler” out there to see what type of feed back I would be getting, Feedback welcome and I have heard it all before so please don’t be shy with the comments

On a side note for further discussion I subscribe to many conspiracy theories as well as the fact that we ARE not alone in the universe. If that helps any.

Soz mate,

Good story until you get to the blood temperature. You should have done some research before writing that bit. It is very off-putting. Nice story though, apart from that.

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Thanks for the feedback but its actual fact. That was my temperature at the Time when the nurses rushed me in from emerg to see the doctor who performed a spinal tap. You have to take my word for it because I cannot give you the doctors report or my file. Thanks again for reading my life's story

Originally posted by whatzshaken
Thanks for the feedback but its actual fact. That was my temperature at the Time when the nurses rushed me in from emerg to see the doctor who performed a spinal tap. You have to take my word for it because I cannot give you the doctors report or my file. Thanks again for reading my life's story

I am sorry but:

Water boils at 100C. A high fever is at 107F. You may have your scales mixed and if so it is an easy mistake to make. But then you tell us that blood boils at 108C. I would not know. The fact is that medical temp sensors do not go up that high. In the Centigrade scale a high fever is around 42C. How did the hospital measure yours at 107C.

At 107C you would have been dead (and cooking nicely!)

We all have to deny ignorance, we also need to deny silliness.

P

[my Apologies I used the wrong letter. I hope you can accept that mistake and thanks for pointing that one out. So yeah you're right my bad it was a silly mistake. thanks though

Originally posted by whatzshaken
[my Apologies I used the wrong letter. I hope you can accept that mistake and thanks for pointing that one out. So yeah you're right my bad it was a silly mistake. thanks though

Yea, no, I can't.

You said, "You see when I was diagnosed with scarlet fever my body temperature was 107’C, which the blood boils at 108’C so it is conceivable to assume that because of the high temperature of my blood in my brain, that there was miss-firings of nerve endings that combined with being having a near to death experience would explain for the vision I had."

108C is a realistic temperature for blood to boil at. You said it. You have not got you C and F mixed up. The devil's in the detail. Perhaps you should ask a mod to shift this to short stories.

The devil is in the detail.

P

Originally posted by pheonix358

Originally posted by whatzshaken
Thanks for the feedback but its actual fact. That was my temperature at the Time when the nurses rushed me in from emerg to see the doctor who performed a spinal tap. You have to take my word for it because I cannot give you the doctors report or my file. Thanks again for reading my life's story

I am sorry but:

Water boils at 100C. A high fever is at 107F. You may have your scales mixed and if so it is an easy mistake to make. But then you tell us that blood boils at 108C. I would not know. The fact is that medical temp sensors do not go up that high. In the Centigrade scale a high fever is around 42C. How did the hospital measure yours at 107C.

At 107C you would have been dead (and cooking nicely!)

We all have to deny ignorance, we also need to deny silliness.

P

This is correct, seeing as blood is basically a water based solution it withstands that boiling point of blood and water share the same temperature as of boiling point.

Pretty much your brain would indeed suffer permanent damage, along with your various other heat sensitive systems (Lungs, Digestive tract & kidneys are usually the first to go, but that depends on the individual under an endothermic reaction), not withstanding the fact that your eyes would also suffer permanent blindness on the off chance you managed to survive.

Wikipedia Article - Might want to read over this, the symptomatology of scarlet fever if somewhat noticeable.

you cant accept that I made a mistake?