An Apocalyptic Dream May 21, 2011
Sat May 21, 2011 4:00:35 pm

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I walked alone on loose sandy earth. I saw mountains in the distance and realized that I was not in New York. I was somewhere in Africa, the true birthplace of Jesus. I would ordinarily be in bed at 4AM, but Jesus was coming and I wanted to see. Sunrise was also abnormally early, but that wasn't too surprising, considering the circumstances.

I had somehow failed to notice the hundreds of thousands of worshippers who were also outside waiting for Jesus. I wasn't a worhsipper. I was just curious. Chef Gordon Ramsay began to lead a ceremony. He knelt on the ground and bowed toward the Sun. While remaining on his knees, he turned 180 degrees and bowed again. He then used his hands to assist in one final 90 degree counterclockwise turn, which was followed by a prostration.

He rested his face in the sand for a few minutes and got up to repeat the ceremony. This time, the huge crowd mimicked his actions. He started chanting "sa mendente divino" with each bow. The crowd did the same. The sound became louder each time and I could feel the energy reverberate inside my bones. The earth started shaking intensely and that caused me to awaken.