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A major theory of what will happen near and around 2012 is intertwined in the story. The theory, in case you are curious, is put forth in a book by Gordon Michael Scallion called The Cosmos. The site is at Matrix Institute.
Due to the intertwined nature of that theory with this story, some "orientation" of the situation will be necessary before launching 100 percent into the story.
The story began with a "vision" of sorts that came to me during meditation. In the past, I have been as psychic as a bag of rocks, but maybe that's changing. I cannot say for sure, but I get the feeling "something" wants me to put this stuff up. Well, here goes...
In a vision of meditation one day, I found myself at the house east of Orlando Florida where I used to live, standing about knee deep in sea water...
Yes, sea water. Waves were gently coursing through, from east to west, gently breaking sometimes, and lapping up on what remained of my former house and all neighboring houses.
Except for the sound of the surf, all was quiet. Sea gulls were about, sometimes landing on the top of the walls of houses or in the salt-water-killed trees. Weather was peaceful and it was evening. It was still light but the sun was behind the horizon.
The roofs of all the houses were either gone, or partially collapsed in. Only brick or cement-block ones stood. Wood frame houses were gone or were water-logged piles of rotting wood.
There had been a wooden privacy fence around the yard of my former house but it was completely gone. All trees were bare branches. They had been victims of furious hurricanes which had hit Florida repeatedly, and now, they were victims of salt-water "poisoning".
This was not a flood, but, apparently, the "new" normal. Either sea-levels had risen, or Florida sank a little, or maybe both. It would not take much, because this area was only a few feet above sea-level (that is, sea-level of, say, 2006).
No people were around. And I, myself, seemed to have a choice of either hovering as a point of consciousness, or in some kind of "body", sloshing around in knee-deep water. I don't know what I had been wearing, maybe swimming wear. I think I was wearing some kind of water resistant foot-wear, to protect my feet from stepping on something sharp, like roofing nails, shards of metal or broken glass.
It "felt" like possibly 2010, 2011, or maybe, post 2012, but most likely, some year close to and before, 2012.
Apparently, this was the end result of a series of events; the "memory" of what had happened up to the time I was experiencing was kinda just there...
First, devastating hurricane after devastating hurricane had pummeled Florida, the Gulf coasts (Louisiana, Mississippi, Texas and even Mexico) and the south-east coasts mainly, and all of the east coast, all the way to Canada, generally. Insurance companies long pulled out of the southeastern coastal regions, basically saying "to hell with this!". I can't blame them. An insurance company exists based on the usual condition of such devastations being rare, not the norm.
Unable to rebuild without insurance protection, Florida and other low-lying southeast areas had "hemorrhaged" people to the point of being nearly abandoned.
Then, very oddly, a series of earth quakes hit Florida and southeast areas, and land began to appear way east of Florida. Immense tidal waves swept over Florida and inundated low-lying areas of the southeast. That finished it. Now such areas are totally abandoned.
So there I stood, in what had used to be my house, surveying the situation. Gol-dang! Thank goodness I had sold that house when I did!
Well, I sloshed around, wading, looking at this and that. Each house was elevated on rises of ground placed there by the builders to make the houses flood resistant. So, as I approached my former house from where I had been standing at the beginning of the vision, about twenty feet behind it in the back-yard, I encountered shallower water. Waves gently broke on the rise. Right at the house, I was in six inches of water. And this, I believe, was low tide.
The glass of the sliding-glass-doors was long gone. So I just entered a bit to peak around. My old familiar former living room was a mess, of course. I saw no furniture. Maybe the sucker... or, rather, the poor soul who had purchased the house last, at least got all their furniture out.
The ceiling, forget it. The ceiling was the evening sky. The "dry-wall" was now "soaked-wall", and partially collapsing. The wood of the "two-by-fours" frame of the rooms of the house were softened by sea-water and, of course, rotting.
Well, enough of that. I exited and waded over to a neighboring house.
As I left my former house, I waded into deeper water. As I crossed where the fence once stood, I was thigh-deep in water. Then I climbed up on to another rise as I approached the neighboring house. Once, long ago, it had annoying dogs that rose hell each and every time I came out in the yard to do anything. Well, all that was gone.
I waded on. Then suddenly, "splash, plunk!" Down I went! I treaded water and found the edge of what I had fallen into. Yes, the pool. The water was clear, and I could easily see it. I had been focused on what was left of the neighboring house, so I wasn't paying attention.
I climbed back up onto the pool's patio, and then I was in slightly less than knee-deep water.
A look at the inside of the neighboring house revealed the same thing; most furniture gone, ceiling was the evening sky, and "soaked wall" instead of dry-wall.
I sloshed back into what had been my yard and wandered to the back. Collapsed shards of aluminum was all that was left of an aluminum storage shed. I was now nearly crotch-deep in water, as I was now completely off the mound that surrounds the house. I explored what was left a large wood-frame house in back of mine. It was a water-logged pile of softened timbers, unable to be entered (there was no "inside" anyway). A large brick construction house on the other side of my former yard still stood, with its pyramidal hurricane-resistant roof still partially intact, though collapsed in for the most part. I peered in broken out windows and entered, a few steps, through a doorway that had no door anymore. There was too much wreckage inside to safely enter, so I was done with that.
I waded back to my former house at which time the vision of the meditation faded.
Is that the future of Florida and the United States southeast coast as well as other country's low-lying areas? According to some Indian prophecy and Gordon Micheal Scallion and some others, it is. But, don't take my visions to your "bank of facts"; I certainly don't!
The above was purely from a vision.
The following story started as a vision during meditation, then evolved, via my highly active imagination, into a story. As much as possible, I have kept events and conditions in line with predicted situations that come from Gordon Micheal Scallion, Sean David Morton, Indian prophecies, Robert Ghost Wolf, and a host of others that appear regularly on Coast To Coast AM. I have mixed and matched and mushed their material, with a good dose of mine, all together in a soup that forms the background situation of this story.
And yes, a muscle woman will be encountered. It's my usual stuff; slender fit men, big strong women, or at least, women as big and strong, at least, as the slender men in the story, and a good dose of sex.
Again, do NOT take the conditions of 2011, the year it takes place in, to your "bank of facts". I'm certainly not!
I will segue into the story from my vision which continues below...
I was in the right lane of what formerly was an interstate highway, interstate 77 to be exact, some miles south of Rock Hill in South Carolina, headed north for North Carolina. Well, it still was interstate 77, but it certainly was not used in the same manner as before.
There were almost no other vehicles. There was my Toyota Corolla, in tow, behind me, with me as the towing vehicle!
Yes!
And way ahead was a horse-drawn something-or-other, shimmering in the distance. Occasionally, an 18-wheel tractor truck would pass, staying over permanently, in the left lane. Not going as fast as normal, or that is, normal for years ago, they were certainly faster than me. They made about fifty miles per hour. I was at maybe, two miles per hour.
Apparently, the right-lane and emergency lane were for horse or human-drawn vehicles, and human-powered vehicles such as velomobiles and bicycles.
Why wasn't I using a bicycle or velomobile? Well, I was moving, that is, moving my residence. I was headed for West Virginia.
The Toyota had hitched to it, an eight-by-four-feet enclosed trailer. Both car and trailer were packed to bursting with stuff, and with stuff, including bicycles, tied up on top, of both car and trailer.
And why wasn't I driving? No gasoline. In Georgia, I had bought 3 quarts of a half-gasoline-half-alcohol mixture for 22 dollars. I used the engine sparingly, mostly to park along side of the road for breaks and to pull out onto the pavement again, something I could not do myself towing.
On the straight and level interstate, the car and trailer were remarkably easy to pull. With the Toyota's steering having been optimally aligned for extremely slow speeds, and all the tires pumped up to rock hard, that plus the Toyota's precision engineering resulted in me being able to pull some three tons without undue effort. Oh, don't get me wrong, it was a good tug, but, a sustainable one.
I was dressed only in a man's bikini, and I thanked The Creator that he/she had given me the wisdom to stay in shape all these years with exercise. Now I was really putting it into use. My fit body even gave me some business opportunity. In a spiritualist community of flood-plain survivors where I had been living before, I was called upon to pull wagons, carts, and even pedicabs full of out-of-shape people stranded by no more fuel for automobiles and unable to walk more than a few blocks without wheezing and getting really exhausted. Anyone fit was in demand. I am almost six feet tall, weigh only 150 pounds, but all of it is fit, lean and well honed.
Well, now I was out here using my fitness to make my move to West Virginia where I had eighteen wilderness acres there. A similar spiritualist community was forming near where my eighteen acres was. Before the sudden onslaught of earth quakes, volcanoes and tidal-waves that sunk the east coast and Florida, I had already made several trips from east of Orlando, Florida to West Virginia in setting up to live there. The eighteen acres was ready for me to live on, but I still needed to move a final big haul of stuff. I was going to move more, but the sea claimed my house in Florida and most of my things.
Those thoughts went through my mind as I trudged along the interstate, slowing inching my way, at the rate of two miles per hour, to West Virginia...
And now, the vision blends into the following imagination-generated account...
For purposes of telling the story, "we" will become a "point of consciousness" just hovering; we can see and hear, but we have no material body...
As a point of consciousness, hovering, following along, observed are two fit, lithe men, literally "hitched" to the front of a Toyota via a rope harness, pulling it along, and with a small trailer hitched on the back of the Toyota, no less. They are making all of about two to three miles per hour, walking steadily, evenly, without undue haste. The April day was warmish, about seventy-five degrees, air dry, with blue skies spangled with scattered cumulus clouds; a nice day.
The two guys were dressed, to us, rather daringly perhaps, but certainly appropriate for the weather and their task. One, pulling at the left-side rope or harness, wore a brief red bikini with mesh back. The other, on the right-side harness, wore a similar brief bikini but green, again with a mesh back.
Were they blocking traffic and causing a spectacle? Seemed not...
As far as can be seen, there are no cars coming or going. Way, way in the distance, in front of them, appears to be a horse-drawn wagon of some sort. Oh, and a big truck did pass. Staying in the left lane, the 18-wheel tractor-trailer rig passed, going maybe a modest 45 to 50 miles per hour, and on down the road. This happened occasionally. But there were no cars at all. Every so often, a bicyclist or group of bicyclists would pass. Those fit folks were dressed fairly skimpy as well, be they man or woman. They exchanged a nice greeting with the two fellows pulling their Toyota Corolla and trailer rig. Once, a cyclist asked, "Where are you all going?"
"West Virginia" that boy in the red bikini replied.
Indeed, they began their trip from a community near Macon, Georgia, and had been on the road now for nine days making about 190 miles. It would be 3 more weeks of this before arriving to a West Virginia wilderness property, some 420 miles distant from where they are at this point in this account.
They had been using the Toyota's engine only for negotiating rest-stops, pulling off onto the shoulder and then on again, and other miscellaneous this and that which requires the pulling ability of the engine. They used the engine most sparingly. They had to keep reminding each other that they have but 3 quarts of a gasoline-alcohol mix in the tank.
But on the straight and level interstate, the car and trailer were remarkably easy to pull. With the Toyota's front-end alignment having been optimally aligned for extremely slow speeds, and all the tires pumped up to rock hard, that plus the Toyota's precision engineering resulted in them being able to pull some three tons without undue effort. It was a hearty tug, but, a sustainable one.
They pulled for fifty minutes and rested ten. They broke an hour for lunch and supper. They put in about ten hours of pulling a day. At that rate, they managed 20 miles a day. Every so often, a hill, highly graded by the interstate highway layout, would take some, not a whole lot, extra effort to get it up the hill. But they were rewarded by being able to drive and thus, rest, on the down-hill. Speeds of up to ten miles per hour, coasting down hill, were sometimes reached.
They were now, at last, in the "piedmont" area of South Carolina. Since starting from the spiritualist community in Georgia, near Macon, the two had pulled this thing over the flatness of a hodge-podge of state routes until encountering interstate 20. From there, they crossed into South Carolina and in some days time, made it to Columbia South Carolina. From there the two lithe fellows found interstate 77. Parts of the route in the South-Carolina-part of interstate 20, and the eastern parts of Columbia, were ocean-front. Rising sea-levels had claimed everything east or southeast of that.
While on interstate 20 in South Carolina, they had to pull their rig through as much as one foot of sea-water. To the east one could see the "new" ocean very clearly. There were scattered islands out there. Waves lapped up and broke around the two men's ankles and around the tires of the Toyota and trailer. At one point, the going got pretty tough, so they got in the Toyota and used a bit of the precious little fuel to get them through the flooded area. As soon as it was down to six or less inches deep, they shut the engine off and resumed towing. Sometimes it was dry, and many places the waves would intermittently sweep across the road with something like one to two inches of water. So they were at an area where the sea had just about formed a new beach. The "new" ocean was in constant sight to the right, or south-east.
They had begun to climb as they neared Columbia. They were doing a lot of tugging up gentle grades, gradually taking them up higher. They no longer encountered the sea-water. After finding interstate 77, conditions improved further. They never encountered water. They climbed more than descended. They resisted the temptation to start the engine. Tougher climbs were ahead, in Virginia and then West Virginia. They were headed for West Virginia, where one of the men had eighteen acres of wilderness land. It was safe, high in the mountains, away from either the risen Atlantic, or, that new "channel", the Mississippi channel, formerly, river. There might be places ahead where they could find someone who would sell them a quart or so of gasoline, probably for 30 dollars a quart, or a gasoline-alcohol mixture for maybe 10 to 20 dollars a quart, or all-alcohol for 8 to 12 dollars a quart. But the probability was quite small. Alcohol would be the most likely fuel encountered.
The one-hundred or more mile wide Mississippi channel connected the Gulf of Mexico to the Great Lakes. This separated eastern United States from Western United States.
After some days, they were now inching closer to Rock Hill, South Carolina. The ocean was far behind them. This was definitely higher land, as by now, they had ascended a number of hills, some of them quite a challenge to pull the rig up on. Of course, there was always that descent-reward on the other side. Often, however, the descent was less than the climb since they were inching progressively higher and higher.
Farm land was all around, and some of it appeared "reclaimed". Having lost a lot of farm land in the loss of the lower land, farmers and their families had to be moved to higher ground to continue farming. Hastily formed local governments assisted. Money was no longer a factor. There had been a dire need to get those farmers set up and producing, no matter what, because otherwise, there would be no food.
Generally speaking, this, what is being observed, is a vastly different United States and Earth.
Beginning early in 2009, a strange set of energies seemed to surge out from the, apparently, center of the galaxy of which the Earth's sun is a part of. Gamma rays and other little understood energies apparently touched off a massive upheaval of Earth's crust.
Entire continents were submerged, while huge expanses of new land literally rose from the ocean depths. A large land mass, the size of the entire southeastern quadrant of the United States, rose just off the Florida, Georgia and Carolina coasts, a few hundred miles away. This produce huge tidal waves initially and ended up displacing ocean and raising it's level by some hundred feet or so. This dunked almost all of Florida and much of the low-lying east coasts permanently under the sea. Similar events happened all over the Earth. Most of Europe was lost. Two thirds of the middle east was gone. Much of China also sunk. Simultaneously, a huge land mass formed in the middle of the Pacific, with new lands around Australia and New Zealand. Already mentioned was the land mass off the southeast United States. Billions world-wide perished. Millions of Americans also perished since many of these events were sudden and most unexpected.
All overseas shipping was completely gone. This meant no foreign-made products, and NO OIL.
Mayhem ensued. There was no electricity, no gasoline, no nothing for several months. There was massive civil unrest, resulting in the deaths of tens of thousands more.
The more barbaric of Americans killed each other over gasoline. Gasoline wars ensued. These self-centered, brutal types soon perished, fortunately, quite frankly. They first killed each other off. Gentler Americans had formed communities where they farmed in an old-fashioned way, that is, without tractors. Farming was done by getting a lot of bodies in the fields working. There were no bosses or underlings. Everybody worked. White, Black, Hispanic... whomever was around, out to the fields they went if they were fit enough to. But from time to time, one of the dwindling barbarian type of Americans would come roaring in, in some kind of huge vehicle, like a large pick-up truck or the like, demanding gasoline or alcohol. Such sudden charges were, in most cases quite frankly, dealt with by a hail of gunfire. The barbarian would be shot to death. This new situation just could not tolerate, in any way or form, such self-centered, barbaric people. They had to go, period.
In the years leading up to 2009, the Democrats had begun a systematic reduction of rights to own and bear arms. It had been to the point that one could hardly own a .22 calibre rifle anymore. Even cross-bows, for some reason, had been banned from the citizens. That alone was threatening a civil war. Then talk of chipping people was oozing forth from the Democratic strong holds like a festering sore. Chipping is the insertion of an RFID integrated circuit, in a protective shell, the size of a grain of rice, just under the skin. But the federal government knew they better not begin that, not yet. That would have surely started a civil war.
Well, when the upheavals of the land began, the federal laws were suddenly null and void. In fact, much of the government in Washington perished when it was dunked into the rising Atlantic. Army was in disarray. The civilians raided anything that had weapons. Now everyone was armed with highly effective assault rifles and even, army machine guns.
Alex, the guy in the red bikini, had an M-16 in the Toyota, on the front seat, in case some barbarian comes roaring up in his big vehicle, demanding fuel. None had come in the entire time they had been underway on their journey to West Virginia. By this time, most of them were gone, thank goodness!!!
Another thing guns were needed for were huge roaming packs of monster dogs. Though many of them perished along with their owners, many had escaped due to the floods, earthquakes and so on. Their leashes broke, their fenced-in areas were breached. Larger dogs killed or ate smaller dogs so that soon, only packs of German shepherds, rotweillers and other killers of that sort were left. These dangerous packs would kill people and destroy livestock. The only way to handle them, if they came, was to open fire with machine guns and assault rifles. Eventually, these huge packs were eliminated. Now, only occasional small packs of dangerous dogs would be encountered. The action almost always was to shoot them and use their flesh for food.
During the past 9 days of their journey, Alex and his companion-in-towing had to kill a small pack of mostly rotweillers and a couple German shepherds only once. Thank goodness this danger was also finally coming to an end.
Generally speaking, indeed, it was not until half way through 2010, that things began to settle. Little by little, power plants were started back up, roads cleared, and assessments taken. Radio stations returned to the air.
But many aspects of what was taken for granted in 2006 were gone for good.
Overseas travel by ship was devastated completely. There was no more overseas commerce. All oil and gas is derived locally.
Environmentalists had to stand down to allow drilling in places like wilderness preserves and the like.
Alcohol and fuel-oil producing plants were grown. There was no choice, the alcohol had to supplement scarce gasoline supplies. All fuel was diverted to trains, trucks and power plants. Cars could get fuel only from individuals who happened to have stores of gasoline, which of course would eventually run out, or, if they grew and processed grain or wood alcohol. Gasoline became incredibly expensive, sold then by the quart, rather than the gallon. Thirty dollars a quart for gasoline was the rate, and that was creeping up. Alcohol went for ten to eighteen dollars a quart, depending on location.
Overseas telephone was a thing of the past. Outsourcing was dead. All work had to be hired locally, no choice. Isolated pieces of Internet still existed, but it was not the world-wide network of before. Likewise, isolated areas of long distance telephone still existed, but nothing overseas. The changes in Earth's gravity and horrific solar flares had knocked synchronous orbit satellites out of synch, or destroyed them. There was no more satellite television. Cell phones functioned only locally.
Overseas communication could be accomplished only by short-wave radio, just like the olden days, before even, the first transatlantic cable was laid. Suddenly, short-wave receivers and transceivers were in high demand. But there were none to be had, at first, except for existing units saved from the cataclysms. Since everything was made in China or other foreign places, without overseas shipping, there were virtually no products. There was not even a China any more to ship from! Most of China had disappeared under the sea. A huge, China-wide earth quake took place, and the entirety of the eastern part of China fell into the ocean. So, so much for Chinese-made products.
Hastily, electronics engineers designed some products, and got production started any way it could. The "factory" was taken to the worker, if the worker could not come to the factory. Circuit boards were "stuffed" and soldered by home workers. Cabinets were made the same way. In this manner, Americans were put back to work.
One thing about it, some good things precipitated out of the massive bad. Unemployment was virtually non-existent. Farming occupied most people. Those too out of shape for farming were called upon to work at home making things. Home workers had to be used because they had no gasoline for commuting to work and most of them were too out of shape to use bicycles. Generally, parts were delivered to the home workers by human-powered delivery, like three-wheeled bikes and bicycles pulling trailers, or even sometimes, horse-drawn wagons. In a like manner, the same was used to pick up the finished products. Workers were paid by the piece.
And they, like everyone else, were paid by either gold and silver coins, or gold and silver nuggets.
Gold and silver was the "new money". Gold or silver coins were standardized, of course, but in the absence of coins, nuggets, or, pieces of gold or silver were used. Change making was done with a pair of cutters. To pay for a product or service, the nugget was weighed, calculated, and the excess literally cut off and given back to the customer as "change".
Fortunately, Alex had received word of the suspicion that, if there was a national emergency, banks would confiscate all gold and silver kept in safety deposit boxes. This included jewelry. Alex withdrew all of his gold in late 2008 and kept it himself. It now rode in a briefcase on the back seat of the Toyota he and his partner were towing. That was all his money now. Over the course of time, Alex had traded other coins and came in to possession of nuggets. In the briefcase was a pair of cutters, if needed. Again, an assault rifle and an M-16 helped them keep their gold and silver safe.
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Oh, blah, blah, blah! I want to see the muscle gal!
Okay, okay! Coming! Coming!
The fit bodies of Alex and his look-alike friend, Forest, were in high demand. Many Americans were fat and out of shape when the upheavals began. They just can not get in shape in only a few years. Alex and Forest could stop in any town or city, and find employment as pullers for wagons, carts, or even rickshaws for people unable to go long distances themselves, or for delivering products or produce. The delivery of parts and finished products to and from home-workers was also a big employer of pullers, as explained just before. And, any farm; they can take their choice! Anytime they want, they can stop and join any of the farming activities going on that they saw during their travels.
And indeed, that is just what they were planning. At this point, they planned to stay in Charlotte, North Carolina a while and work as pullers for a few weeks, before continuing on.
And the benefits of this new situation continue to make themselves evident... Where would they stay, during their few weeks in Charlotte? If it was anything like today (2006), that would be an expensive, time-consuming, pain-in-the-butt proposition. No trespassing, do not enter, no camping, no this, no that, do not enter here, do not enter there, would be encountered all over the place in 2006. Even camp-grounds are expensive.
Apparently, due to the dire necessity, common sense was literally knocked into society by the cataclysms, doing away with undue or superfluous regulating of land use. In the time of this account, if Alex and Forest behaved themselves, they could set up camp and stay in any number of a wide selection of grounds to camp on, usually for only pennies a day. And sometimes, if they could obtain a voucher from their employer and show it to the grounds keeper, they could stay free. Thanks to this, their hard-earned money as pullers would not be sucked up by renting or camping expenses.
WHEW! Introduction complete!
Thank goodness! Now we can join them for real and get to the interesting parts!
Yippee!!!
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