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.”
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