Chapter 54
2012
This chapters is onlys fors the crazy peoples. If you’re nots crazys, just skips to the next
chapter.
It’s currently Friday, the 13th of November,
2009. Today, the new movie 2012 premiered in America. I just finished watching it. As with most things I find myself attracted
to, this movie was laced with a number of “coincidences” that are aligned with
the details of my life.
It’s
probably just my huge ego. I tend to
believe that I’m the center of the universe.
I’ve always felt this way.
Although, after watching this movie, I’m starting to wonder if it might
really be true.
One
of the main characters in the film is a struggling “outside-the-box” author
named Jackson Curtis, who only managed to sell a few hundred copies of his
first book. His book, Farewell Atlantis, is an apocalyptic
tale that blends conspiracy, politics and ideology. Some folks considered the guy a “nut-job” and
didn’t really give him the proper respect.
His
ideas end up being “on the money.”
Another
character in the film is a survivalist blogger named Charlie Frost, who
broadcasts via “pirate radio” out of his mobile home. He’s an even bigger “nut-job” who warns the
world of the impending apocalypse, and discusses all types of government
conspiracies. Coincidentally, his
character is played by Woody Harrelson.
“Woody” is the nickname my mom gave me as a youngster; most of my family
still calls me that to this day.
Just a coincidence.
Remember
the coincidences regarding the names “Rabbit” and “Nick” in the movie Route 666 that led to the Route 66
Testimony?
I
wonder where these movie coincidences are going to lead.
Have
you been to the website www.CharlieFrost2012.com ? What did you discover?
For
some reason, on Sunday, I was inspired to purchase my first book dealing with
survivalism, Neil Strauss’ Emergency:
This Book Will Save Your Life. I finished
his book yesterday. I’ve never felt the
urge to read anything on survivalism before.
I was drawn to Neil’s work because I read one of his other books this
summer:
The Game: Penetrating the Secret Society of Pickup-Artists. Neil and I have similar lifestyles and
writing styles. Not to mention, the
first page in Neil’s book Emergency
shows an image of a guy being cut in half by lightning. That resonates with what you read in Chapter
39, “Like Lightning From Heaven.”
Try
to keep up; I’m going to be all over the place in this chapter. I remember my first “nut-job” broadcasting
episode. I had been inspired with a
“revelation” that connected the events of 9/11 to Revelation 19:11 - 21 in the
Bible. Keep in mind, the Book of
Revelation is the 66th book of the Bible—the final one. Just figured I’d toss that in, so I could add
more validity to my “nut-job” classification.
:]
I
pondered the insanity for a couple days, regarding whether or not I was going
to use my radio show as a platform to share my revelation. I explained it to my dear friend Jenny, who
asked me, “Have you told anyone about this?”
I
said “No.” I knew she was worried about
folks thinking I was crazy. But if you
listened to my explanation, you had to admit, it made sense (as long as you
were crazy).
I
decided I had to do it. Eminem’s song “Lose Yourself” was popular at
the time, and I used that to pump me up—giving me the courage to go through
with it. I had a countdown every night
at 9 pm. I could rearrange the songs
however I saw fit. I knew I wanted to
express my “Revelation 19:11” and then play the Eminem song. Then I wanted to get the hell out of there.
And
that’s what I did. I’ll never know how
many people heard it. It probably took a
good five minutes for me to explain. I
was reading out of the Bible on a Pop Music radio station—explaining how
Revelation 19:11 - 21 coincided with the events of 9/11 (and what was to come).
I
spoke my piece, left the building two hours early, picked up a six-pack of
beer, and headed home. I just knew they were going to fire me. I thought about what I was going to do when I
returned to Virginia. It was a relief; I
was done with Birmingham.
They
didn’t fire me.
I
was back on-air the next night. Shucks. That was back in 2002.
I spent the next few years studying the political
systems, learning about the New World Order, and all types of conspiracy
theories. I began to inject those ideas
into my show as well. I was especially
fascinated with the $5, $10, $20, $50, and $100 bill 9/11 trick. Have you seen it?
Just another crazy nut-job radio host.
I
finally began accepting the “ways of the world.” I realized certain elements regarding human
nature: Some people are leaders; some
people are followers. You can’t save
everybody.
Life
has a strange way of unfolding. I’m in
the Barnes & Noble in Birmingham, Alabama, as I type this—seven years
later. It’s been over two years since I
left the radio industry. I moved back to
Virginia for two months last December, but I got pulled back to Alabama
somehow. Every time I try to leave, I
always end up right back here. I guess
Alabama needs me. Maybe I need
Alabama. At least for the next month or
two or twenty. I’m on borrowed time
anyway. My house was under contract to
be sold by August, and then it was extended to November, now I don’t know
what’s going to happen.
But
yeah, back to my story. I was talking
about Woody Harrelson’s crazy, nut-job character in the movie. He ends up being “on the money” about his
ideas, as well.
So,
we have a nut-job radio host played by a guy named Woody (the name my family
calls me), and a nut-job author who only sells a few hundred copies of his
first book (and spends too much time on his computer). Both end up being right in regards to their
respective world views. The nut-job
author even ends up becoming a hero.
There’s another character that I related to, in
regards to his love for books. He’s the
main geologist in the movie. Instead of
packing “essentials” for a trip, his bag was full of books. You’ll have to see the movie to hear his
explanation.
Just
coincidences. There’s probably nothing
regarding this movie that God wants me to pay attention to. To believe so, would be nut-job thinking.
It’s
funny; earlier this morning, one of my former colleagues left a post on my
Facebook wall, telling me to tell her what I thought of the movie 2012, because she was thinking about
going to see it. I told her about a text
message I received last night from my ex (she attended the midnight screening),
which read, “Wish you would’ve joined us.
You’re going to LOVE this movie.”
I told my former colleague (via Facebook) that I was
“very weird,” and just because I was likely to “love” something, doesn’t mean
everybody else will.
She
responded (via Facebook post), “I’ve heard you’re weird. I still want to know what you think. Usually, it’s the weird ones who are spot
on.”
Preach
it sister.
In
addition to the nut-job author and nut-job radio host in the film, there were a
couple other coincidences that aligned with my life (and my position as the
center of the universe). At one point,
one of the helicopters captivated the entire screen. It was copter #66. Those of you who have followed my nut-job
work so far will understand the significance of that number.
There’s
also a stuffed animal rabbit that plays a significant role in one scene. One of my nicknames is “Rabbit,” and the
movie The Matrix encourages you to
“follow the white rabbit” to the truth.
Another
coincidence that sticks out has to do with “deer.” I still haven’t figured out the significance
of this coincidence. But in my
experience with following coincidences, I’ve learned the most important
rule: Never try to rush a meaning onto a coincidence; let it be “revealed” at
the appropriate time. It’s similar
to a recent blog post of mine, entitled:
“Revelation Takes Time.”
I
guess that’s why the Book of Revelation (Book #66) has taken so much time to
unfold. The world has to be “ready for
it.”
Quick
shout-out to my friend Jenny: You were
right, regarding what you said yesterday.
Coming to Barnes & Noble to write my book is much too distracting. Hot babes keep staring at me; I’m highly
unfocused. The cougars are checking me
out as well.
That’s
why this chapter is all over the place.
Now
where was I?
I’m
quite possibly maybe, perhaps and definitely for certain that I was at the
place I left off when I left off a second ago—wherever that was …
Oh yeah. I’m
the center of the universe, and everybody should listen to everything I say
from here on out, if they choose to be led to Zion—which is the last human city
on earth (according to the movie The
Matrix and the prophet Isaiah in verse 35:8 - 10).
Let
us not forget, my enormous ego has caused me to relate to the main character in
that movie, as well.
Another hot chic just walked by.
Oh
yeah. The deer. And the earthquakes. I almost forgot about the earthquakes.
Wow. I just looked up at the card section in front
of me. There’s a card that says,
‘“Normal’ is just a setting on a washing machine.” That’s funny.
So
yeah, back to the deer.
If you’re my friend on Facebook or Twitter, you know
I’ve been posting about being stalked by deer lately. My pal Jenny texted me a few weeks ago,
telling me to “be careful on my motorcycle,” because her dad’s best friend was
just killed when a deer ran out in front of him. Just a couple days prior to her text, I went
to see my old pastor, Mark Correll, preach.
He told us a deer had recently smashed into his SUV, nearly totaling his
huge vehicle. That’s what first made me
conscious about the danger of deer.
After
Jenny’s text, I made a mental note to beware
of the deer.
Ever
since then, “deer stalking” episodes have been popping up all around me. Deer have been appearing on television shows,
stand-up comedy routines, and radio programs.
A deer recently ran across the roadway in my neighborhood, where I walk
Neo every day. It’s crazy. And “crazy” is perfect for nut-jobs like me.
After
a Wednesday night service at church recently, I was in the front passenger
seat, with my pal Andy in the back; my lady friend was driving. Not sure why I was inspired to say it, but I
just felt a strong intuition that caused me to say: “Be careful.
There’s gonna be a deer up here.”
About
two minutes later, standing on the side of the road was … a huge deer. He was about to cross the road. I have witnesses to my nut-job insanity. I tried to play it cool, because that’s what
prophets do … they play it cool. On the
inside I was thinking, Whoa! That was crazy as @$*%!
As
I was headed to church (on the same road) this past Wednesday night (47 hours
ago), a huge deer darted across the road, causing me to slam on brakes. I would’ve smashed him otherwise. It was in the same area of the first deer
spotting—a few weeks prior. I
immediately sent a tweet, describing the incident (check my Twitter page
@TheNiceLife for documentation—November 11th via text).
Just
this morning, via Facebook, I had to explain to my friend Jenny how I was being
“stalked by deer.” I told her they’ve
been popping into my awareness on television and in real-life, for the past few
weeks.
As
I entered the movie theater today, I thought I was safe. I thought, Surely, no deer could stalk me in here.
I’m
enjoying the movie 2012, taking in
all the weird coincidences, solidifying in my mind that I was, in fact, the
center of the universe, when all of a sudden …
A
deer!
A
freeking deer captivates the entire screen.
The deer is staring right at me, with his menacing deer glare. Why are the deer stalking me? I’m starting to become a bit frightened. I’d like to write a letter, a peace-offering,
if you will:
Dear
Deer,
Why
iz you stalking me for? What iz you
tryin’ to tell me? Iz you gonna kill
me? What iz it that you want from me,
you doggone deer? I’m sorry I ate that
deer jerky that one time as a kid. I
didn’t even like it. I don’t even hardly
eat meat anymore. Even though I was
tempted to stop by KFC on the way home from the movie … since the world iz
gonna end soon anyway. I still resisted
the temptation!
I’ve
been sticking up for the animal kingdom.
I know the humans are going to die from swine (pig) flu, avian bird
(chicken) flu, and mad cow disease, in retribution for all the pigs, chickens,
and cows they mercilessly torture and kill.
I know my fellow humans are gluttonous savages! But please stop stalking me. Or at least, reveal what you’re trying to
reveal, so I can explain it to all of the people out there.
You
deer will always be near and dear to my heart.
Are you mad because the plural form of “deer” is still “deer”? Would you like me to petition to have an “s”
added? Whatever you durn deers want,
just tell me; I’ll do it.
Write
back soon.
Love
always,
Brandon
Let’s
talk about earthquakes. I don’t know
why, but I was inspired to say the following (as I was convicted with the same
sense of certainty I felt regarding my “there will be a deer up here”
prediction) to the same girl who experienced the “deer up here”
prediction: I told her, “I keep feeling
like a huge earthquake is going to take place; one with devastating consequences.”
I
understand the preceding paragraph completely destroyed all rules regarding
proper sentence structure. It was the
“earthquake” of grammar rules. And the
“Dear Deer” letter was even worse. But
we have to be brave and move forward with the chapter. We can’t let grammar earthquakes stop us; we
can do this together.
So
yeah, I don’t understand why I was inspired to say that (about the impending
devastating earthquake), but I did. I’ve
never been a “doomsday forecaster,” but I had to speak what was given. The deer thing came true … I wonder if the
earthquake prediction will as well.
In the movie 2012,
earthquakes are the main force of
devastation. Maybe that’s why I had the
strong “earthquake intuition.” I guess
we’ll see what happens between now and 2012.
Let’s
recap: nut-job author, nut-job radio
host, I’m the center of the universe, hot babes at Barnes & Noble, deer and
earthquakes.
Got
all that? Good.
And
let’s not forget all the wonderful egomaniacal comparisons from my last
book: I’m the guy who relates to the
character “Neo” in the movie The Matrix. Neo is the guy who “lives two lives,” and is
responsible for saving the world. To
some people I’m Nick Nice, to other people, I’m Brandon Merhout. Neo and Thomas Anderson.
Brandon
Merhout and Nick Nice have teamed-up in one nut-job body to lead his followers
to Zion (as described in Isaiah 35:8 - 10 of my Route 66 Testimony), which is
the last human city on earth.
That
chic is purposely trying to distract me.
Just look at that skirt! It’s
beaming with shiny silver sequins. It’s
screaming, Pay attention to me you
stud-muffin! She’s checking me out
via the corners of her eyes. Keep in
mind; I’m a body-language expert. Have
you read the book Never Be Lied to Again,
by Dr. David Lieberman? Good stuff.
Oh
yeah. I’m supposed to be saving the
world here. That’s what prophets
do. We translate the thoughts of the
Divine Mind (God) to all of humanity; or at least the ones who are willing to
listen.
Moses
was considered a nut-job. Noah was
considered a nut-job. Some texts suggest
that Jesus’ own family thought he was crazy.
I guess time always reveals the “real” nut-jobs. It usually takes time to reveal the “real”
prophets, as well.
Just
hang in there.
I
prefer that you consider me a false-prophet nut-job, for now. I’d rather you study everything I’ve written
and pay attention to everything I will write in the future. Then watch what happens in the world … and
come to your own conclusion. Please
believe that I’m just another crazy nut-job until your inner conviction tells
you otherwise.
I still haven’t determined why I’m the nut-job who was
chosen to be the “center of the universe,” but the evidence keeps piling up in
my favor. I wish I could just chalk it
up to my enormous ego, but the coincidences that continue to align with my life
make it incredibly challenging to continue pretending they don’t exist.
Synchronicity
is a subjective experience; so I can’t expect you to understand what I
understand; you just have to believe me (or not).
Everything
I say comes true. Watch. That girl in the silver sequin skirt is going
to come back over here … sit on my lap … and plant a huge kiss on my face. Then she’s going to grab me by my collar, and
whisper the following in my ear: “I want
you so bad. Let’s go back to your place
right now.”
To
which, I’ll reply, “I’m sorry, ma’am.
But I’m not that kinda guy. I
respect myself too much.”
Any
minute now … she’ll reappear.
The
lady who asked me to watch her computer just returned from the bathroom. She watched my computer during my own
bathroom break. Starbucks coffee ain’t
no joke. What is it about coffee that makes a person have to run to the
bathroom? What is it about Starbucks coffee that makes writers use
double-negatives like “ain’t no”?
I
can’t believe Jenny said I wouldn’t get any real work done at Barnes &
Noble. She said I’d be too distracted.
So
yeah, Coincidences don’t exist …
that’s always been my motto. It’s just a
fancy way of saying, “There’s no such thing as a coincidence.” Every coincidence that has significant
meaning to the observer is there for a reason.
In mathematics, when angles “coincide,” they fit together
perfectly. When a coincidence shows up
in your life—pay attention—those two “life angles” have fit together perfectly
… to give you an important (subjective) message.
I
just realized how similar the words “angles” and “angels” are. You’ve never considered that, have you? Just call me the “Angle Angel,” and I’ve been
sent into your life-experience to help you understand things you may have never
considered. I help you look at things
from a different angle, so to speak. All
I ask is that you be a “considerate considerer,” and listen to everything I’ve
said in this chapter with an open-mind.
On
second thought, maybe you should reconsider being a “considerate
considerer.” I’ll tell you why: The chic in the silver sequin skirt hasn’t
reappeared. She hasn’t come to sit in my
lap. She still hasn’t kissed me on the
lips and asked me to take her back to my place.
I still haven’t said, “I’m sorry ma’am.
But I’m not that kinda guy.”
Maybe I’m not the center of the universe after
all. Maybe you shouldn’t listen to a word
I say.
Only
time will tell.
It’s
usually the weird ones who are spot on.
I
don’t even know what to expect. My
inspiration and revelations are always given “in the present moment.” You have to make your own determination
whether or not my revelations will come true.
New information is always being “downloaded.”
All
I can say for certain is this: My
decision to follow my inner guidance has always led me to the next appropriate
place; I’m going to continue to follow the coincidences. I call them “God Winks,” little “road signs”
that point you in the best direction.
Follow the white Rabbit if you choose.
Please
go see the movie 2012. It will alter your current perception of
reality. If you’ve already seen it,
watch it again. See if you can find the
deer or the #66 copter. Look for your
own coincidences; it’ll be fun.
Make
sure you pay attention to the final word spoken in the film. It’s a one-word sentence that signifies the
start of a brand new world. That word
is: NICE. As in, Have
A Nice Life: My Book For Your Life by Nick Nice. As in, TheNiceLife.com. As in, I’m the center of the universe. Purchase a copy of that book if you choose.
And
send of copy of this book to a loved
one. If the system collapses, books will
be your only source of entertainment (and inspiration). Nothing like using fear to sell a
product. :]
We
need to make sure my books get on the ark, and serve as the spiritual
foundation for the new world.
My Truth says … the year 2012 is
approaching, and the increase in human thought projection regarding its
significance will create an earth-changing effect. I believe we’ll either destroy the planet, or
create a huge shift upwards, regarding human-consciousness. Those things are under our control, as human beings.
What does Your Truth say?
[Update: This chapter was originally posted on my website
on 11/13/09. After watching the movie 2012
again two nights later, I posted a blog entitled “2012” which linked readers to
this chapter. Check the Inspirational Blog for the time stamp of 11/16/09 at 12:16
am. I’m currently working on the final, final, final edit of this book. It’s presently 10:25 pm
on 01/13/10. Yesterday, a devastating earthquake rocked Haiti. On January 9th,
a 6.5 magnitude earthquake hit Eureka, CA. On January 5th, a 6.9 magnitude
earthquake rattled the Solomon Islands. Again, all the content below was written
(and posted on my website) on November 13th, 2009.]