I have already written much of this across my blog and X. Time after time, I believe that some government group will abduct me. I would like to give you the latest update on this, after covering earlier events.
Apartment Complex
The earliest time that I recall such thoughts happening were around roughly 2012 in Dallas, TX. I got the idea that I was to be taken from somewhere. I remember laying on my bed and asking when that would happen and desperately wanted it that week. Every forecast would fail.
Dallas Nights
At this point I would be in another apartment. I don’t know why I wanted it, but I was getting such thoughts again. I remember it being the end of the year and asking my spiritual guides when it would be. She lied that it would happen by the end of the year.
So, why did I want it so fast? Was my life so stressful, hard and dangerous? It was all these. I remember God telling me that I was to be taken as I was driving one day and that would separate me from him.
One particular night, I was hoping it would happen. As I was laying on my bed that night, I heard a crashing sound by my front door. Surely someone had broken through it. But instead of being happy – I was terrified. This I did not expect from myself. Something was wrong with me.
I never told anyone about this desire and expectations. But God had different plans.
Tulsa
In Tulsa, Oklahoma was another of our Russian Pentecostal churches. It was the nearest one and it actually had a formal pastor. Ours was so small we only had a deacon. The pastor would visit us several times a year and keep things in order.
This time must have been around 2016, and I was visiting it all alone. I took the four-hour drive on a Saturday. Met up at the pastor’s house and he invited me to the evening service there. I agreed.
The service was a fraction of the Sunday size one. We were seating near the front and having prayers and discussions. A lady was speaking, seated on the other side of the room. I was not paying attention to what she was saying.
Someone on the front exclaimed “Thank God!” and asked me: “Did you hear what she said”. I had not.
So after service I came up to her. She was the pastor’s wife and told me she would tell me what she saw at their home.
I don’t remember it perfectly now. In her vision, she saw a field that was close to being harvestable. Then there was a hand, not white and not black and it wanted to take me. God said that he would prevent that because I believe I was not yet harvestable.
They had no idea what being harvestable meant. Even one author who wrote books on this topic really missed the main point.
Being harvestable is being, for negative like me, is being service-to-self at least 95%. Yes, there is such a bar, and it is just as hard as for the positives – which have to be at least 51% service-to-others.
This does not come easily and takes thousands of years’ worth of incarnations to achieve. But once achieved, the person is ready to be harvestable when the time comes, up to a higher dimension. It is the new earth. The same solar system map but a whole new different earth with much advanced beings. We are on the third dimension, the highest is the seventh.
Ra, who I learned this from, who is on the 6th dimension, was on ours 2.6 billion years ago. A tremendous amount of time.
The Dangers Afterward
So, God made the decision to not take me. It was a bold decision. But it was for the best.
I would continue my journey with life-threatening choices to make, going down the line to my harvestability. Enemies would come to try to knock me off my path.
As I was getting closer the enemies started to come out of hiding and start calling me, trying to get my life derailed and possibly killed. I have no doubt these were nation-state efforts on me. My future life would be transformational for this world, and they did not like it. They also failed, as I mentioned in the “the campaign to reach me” in my bio, thank God.
The Dream
I may have foreseen my taking. Once, somewhere between 2012-2016, I was visiting my parent’s house in New York and just when I was about to wake up, I had this very vivid dream.
I am walking up a road, right next to a house that I am going to. There stands a thin, white man in my path. I reason should I pass him or turn around. I choose to continue going ahead.
As I am walking to this house, the man grabs me and suddenly we take off flying into the air. I am facing up, so I don’t see where we are flying to. Ask him if I can deviate from the path and he allows me. I am able to shift our course a little.
We land in a garden area, back part of a property that at this moment I don’t see. I start walking with him and we approach a billboard. It has an array of over a dozen photographs of various people that I don’t recognize.
We walk into this property, which must be big. I walk inside and see an older man standing up and talking or lecturing a group of people seated around him. I walk past that.
At some point I recall looking at their map and remarking to myself: “They have Jerusalem in the wrong place!”
I eventually get a feeling that this place is promiscuous, from seeing the women there and I am disappointed.
I continue to walk, and I walk into the last room. There stands a middle-aged woman lecturing some young students seated around a table in front of her. I sit down.
The students were engaging with the teacher and I was not. I was disappointed with this. But I have been the quite kind for most of my life.
I turn my head to look out of the window. We were obviously in a rural area. I see wilderness around me and think that there is no way they are going to find me here. The dream ends.
When I wake up, for some reason, I felt I lost something really good. I desperately wanted to get back into that mansion somehow. It took me a while to get over it.
Years later I realized why I wanted it back. Because I was doing much better in the dream, more peace and wellbeing, and when I woke up, I was in a much worser state. A state where I was dying.
Today
Over the years I wanted them to take me. But lately I have started to reason with myself that it is better if I could accomplish the objectives on my own. On your own, you have control over what happens daily. Living somewhere else, that is not your own place, you are more stressed and less free.
Really, in the dream, they take me without asking if I want to go. Sure, I love it. But I was telling God, shouldn’t they give me a decision to make at least? I even started to think that if they don’t give you a decision to make, it is more like they take you because you are a failure. Still, that was not the case in the dream.
That is what I still haven’t figured out. If I they take me without them asking about it, the place really has got to turn my mind into the positive kind – because if not then it turns into a bad scenario later if I regret it.
I keep on asking God if it will happen. Some voices tell me that it might happen before I am harvestable now. Sometimes God tells me it won’t happen, I will be on my own. Other times it will.
I do need protection from nation-state attacks. Or just the war that is coming. My city may get nuked. You get the idea.
I am getting close to the 4th dimension. Its occurrences seem to be accelerating lately. I believe that I will be harvestable in time.
So, one day, I may disappear – but I will be fine.