*The following document was written Saturday, the 15th of April 2017, in Sterling, Virgina. Virginia is for lovers. The night before, Good Friday, the first stage of my journey came to a climax with my death and re-birth inside a garden that I had constructed for the occasion. At the time, I was fairly certain that I was either the Messiah, or the anti-Christ. This was my attempt at coming to terms with my new purpose in life. My mind was in the clouds, please forgive me for lack of clarity.
Dear World,
I am not really sure what happened there. Sometimes things don’t go as planned. At one point in my life, I thought I was on a very self-destructive path. However, in one instant, I realized my full potential and that I had been properly trained to reach it thru a random set of strange coincidences. I was very certain that it ran much deeper than just my life as an individual, but rather, my life as a whole.
Currently, I am trying to figure it all out, and I have had a very tough time acquiring assistance on this endeavor. Along the way, I felt that I was often misreading the signs, or looking too deeply into things. I had confidence that it would all work out in the end.
When I had this moment of enlightenment, I did not quite understand where the map was leading me. The rejections I received in the last few weeks did nothing but help clarify this mission. It seemed that anything that got in my way, only sidetracked me into an even better plan, thus making it even more difficult for me to explain. I did not know where the story was leading, but I could not rest until I made this dream come true.
I still have no idea why I am here, in Canada, or how much assistance they are willing to provide on this new discovery. I feel confident that I wasn’t just blurting out random comments during this process, though it may have sounded so, I was just having a very tough time coming to terms with what the potential implications were.
It was not until late in the evening on Wednesday, that the steps I had to take were becoming clear. The truth that only I could see suddenly left the whole weight of the world on my shoulders, and I was trying to avoid the process for selfish reasons. It seemed that every “perfect plan” I discovered, would be far too complex for me to handle on my own. It wasn’t until I woke up Thursday that I knew where to go for help, and how to explain it on the way. So I kept driving.
I took a chance on myself. I didn’t ask anyone to believe me until I could figure it out on my own, but I did ask many believe to just simply believe in the idea of me. It was a very complex thought process that I was being forced to pursue on my own. When I got in the car, I had not yet been able to reach any “human resources” who might be willing to come along for the ride. I do not blame anyone for this, because as soon as I started driving, the reasons for this lack of participation were becoming increasingly clear, now they are crystal.
Everything has a cause, and everything has an effect. We are all interconnected and mingled, even if the voices in our head are not allowing you to believe me on this. I just listened to the music. It seemed like somebody up above knew I had figured it out, and every song or radio voice helped me guide me to the endgame.
Sometimes, what I thought was a huge mistake, ended up being the perfect mistake. Some treatment I received, is the exact response I needed to help me get my feet on the ground and my head above sand. The closer I got, the more the “voices” started verifying my right track. It was nothing, if not a miracle. I sort of feel like there was a lot of miracles in the making of this miracle, and I can’t quite figure it out at this point, but I feel like my job is now done. I’m trying to take a chill pill.
I have a newfound faith and belief, in myself. I don’t need a single person to help me on this. I need them to believe in themselves. No matter where you are from, where you are, or where you are going, I am certain it is the exact right path for you. If you have trouble convincing yourself of that, remember, you are not in this alone, you are merely here to make some form impact on someone else’s path. I think what I have just done was simply “the nuclear option.”
I had to blow myself up, to make an impact large enough to settle down all the worries and anxiety that I was facing when it came to our collective paths. I have a funny feeling that a lot of other people had to blow themselves up as well, just to increase the “crazy” to a point that I could repurpose these fears that I could not explain. I am woke.
However, at no point in the making of this short story did I have any idea what I was doing. I do not want this, or anything I say from here on out, to be taken as gospel. I am just a human. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life talking about God, I am on earth right now. We are all going to meet that dude at once if this thing goes any more sour. From what I understand, it is pretty sweet up there in the castle on the hill.
We are all there. Every loved one, every stranger, every acquaintance. The complex coincidences run far too deep to deny this. I do not want to have to lose my mind again to explain it to you, because I feel like time is relative. God is not this guy or that girl, it is all of you. It’s whatever you feel is the right choice. If you have a guilty conscience, it is probably because you need to hurt someone so they hurt someone else and that person hurts someone else. One thing leads to another and another but it all turns on good in the end.
This is way too difficult for me to try and track down and write about on my own, especially when the people in my corner were slowly dwindling away. I don’t even want to write a book anymore. I just thought it was the only way to get this across to you. If someone else wants to write a book on it, be my guest. However, let me tell you how it ends. I’ll write a book, you write a book, someone else who thinks they were with me writes a book, and in (relatively) 500 years, this book has been so watered down and diluted that we are at each other’s throats once again.
Then, some poor sap like myself has to get put thru hell to prove the truth to you once again, and I am fairly confident that this is our last chance to figure this mess out. However, as I have very clearly stated, I am ready for war, but I would much rather go in peace; I am so tired of fighting for myself. Fortunately, I am now fearless and you should be too. By the time this revelation plays out and we get to meet our maker, you’ll all have already met him.
You got one shot, one opportunity, and if you play with it, we gone, I’ll shake your hand on the other side. PEACE.
With love,
Andrew M Jernigan
04/15/2017
The Journey 