Psychic Phenomenon

Where do I start? How about nightmares of the New World Order?

In 1986 I kept having nightmares of Phoenix, Arizona blown up and I see brown people killing everyone.
I have met thousands of people and partied with just about every kind of person. So, this puzzled me. The nightmares
is one of the reasons for creating this website. Just as a preacher has an enlightening, I have too. No joke.
I have hundreds of friends. Not to get onto any race crap. None bothers me nor do I bother others. Sometimes people judge me.
I hate that shit. But anyways here's my nightmare from 1986. Hope nobody thinks I'm a nut because I'm not. I just want to save people. 
That's why we are on the planet.

Nightmares kept coming night after night just like a DVD on auto replay. Every blade of grass, every grain of sand, every hair, every stone,
car, truck, work, sign, shoelace, everything, was exactly the same!!! I would wake up gasping for air as if I was revived from a drowning.
I would see hundreds of brown people shooting us. Us being citizens. They had full auto machine guns. They were brown and didn't look Hispanic.
After Obama (Barry Sotero CIA Plant) was installed by the CIA Nazis, it started to make sense and really scared me in real time.

(I had just typed a ton of stuff here and everything went poof. Now I have to retype the entire thing)
Same thing happened when I had audio of the F16s dispatched from Luke AFB during the Phoenix lights but that's another story.
I knew the air traffic controller who questioned a new button on the control panel to clear the runway and now ask about the button.
He's dead. But like I said. That's a whole other webpage.

In 1990 I worked at a lumber yard in Phoenix, Arizona. I kept having nightmares and daytime visions, not sure what to call them, 
same thing but awake, of planes ramming into the World Trade Center buildings and a missile hitting the pentagon. Yes. If you can
find my old boss, he'd collaborate my post as fact. He had asked me if I needed to piss in a cup. On that day he asked me that,
it was September 11, 1990. I had just filled out my logbook to deliver a house package we put together to take to Mesa, Arizona. 
As I was writing down the date, I felt like I needed to throw up. Not because I was sick. As I wrote down the date the
nightmares and daymares if there are such a word, hit me like a car to the chest. Those nightmares were repeating day and night. 
It was like something was trying to warn me of the future. So, when I see 9/11 happen on T.V. it affected me way different than
anyone else as I seen it before it happened. Think I'm making this up? I have a lot of witnesses of my nightmares. Here's a kicker. We would do
a lotto in the lumberyard. I cut up some molding from the molding shed in the saw shop. We would bet on the last number on the Powerball. 
We wrote down the last numbers on the pieces of wood. Put them in a box and whoever wanted to do this would put up 1 dollar. Most of the time
we would have probably 50 people or more who would participate. Ray would put the pieces in a box and if you wanted to play
you couldn't jump into it after it started and if you quit you forfeit your money. It would continue till someone won then restart before the next cycle.
Here's where it got weird. He would hold the box of wood numbers above our heads, and you'd simply reach in and select a number. He would then
remove that piece from the box and everyone else would repeat the process. Ready for this?
I picked the winning number 13 weeks straight!!!
Guy who pulled the orders for game and fish, air force bases, city contracts etc stopped me and said to me point blank. 
You're the devil!!! I said, what??? He said, there isn't no way in HELL anyone can pick the winning number week after week.
That's like lighting striking the same place over and over and over month after month. I said I am not the devil and it's kind of scary.
I don't know how, why nor can figure out why I can't win the real lottery. But I thank you all for paying my house payments. He was scared.
Not sure why it happened. Since then, I've rattled my brain trying to figure it out. I haven't figured it out. Only conclusion is God is warning me

Driving behind south mountain one night after cruising central in Phoenix, Arizona, we were where we probably shouldn't have been. Driving
real fast behind the mountain on a dirt road. I had a psychic moment and slammed on the brakes, stopped and since we stopped, I decided to take a leak. 
There was 5 of us in the car. My 74 Nova with a corvette 327 with 202 fuely heads, 750 Holley double pumper. Anyways, Wayne asked me as we
were standing around just got done relieving beer to the land, why I stopped? I said I felt like I needed to stop. He said, no, really, why did you stop?
I felt strange, felt like stopping plus I needed to pee. He asked, why did you slam on your brakes to stop? I asked why he asked that? He said, come here.
Puzzled I walked into the headlights and everyone else did too. The road 20 feet in front of us which was barely visible in pitch dark even with headlights on,
was gone! The rain from earlier removed the entire road for about 50 feet. If we had continued at 70 miles per hour we would have DIED. We drove away,
we all went home and sit around till we sobered up and departed and all went to bed eyes wide open.

One day driving one of my many cars, forget which one for now, I had this thought come into my head so I turned a corner.
She asked me where are you going? I said to motor vehicle. She said why? Your tags aren't expired. I said, I know.
I just had this thought hit me that someone let go the license plate "OZZY". She said come on. I wanna go home.
I said, I'm going to get my plate. She said I was tripping. I stood in line and ask for a personalized plate and asked for OZZY.
Lady said, you do know someone has that right? I said to her. I wouldn't be standing here if I thought someone did. Can you please
punch it in? She said, "OK?", then looked at me as if she seen a ghost. I said, "It's there huh?" She gasped and said yes! I said, I'll take it.
Always a kicker. That plate was on my Baja Bug, then moved to my 2006 GT Mustang. Lamination by no fault of my own
started to wear off and a racist cop gave me a repair ticket for the plate. They charge me for a new plate. I don't make the damned things!!! Anyway. 
Guess what date the new plate was issued? 6/6/06. I am not making that up. I have a screen print and the original document.
If you wanna buy the car with the plate I'll take $250,000 cash lol, otherwise I am not selling it ever.

Another day driving around, same shit happens. Metallica was sold out in reserve. Not even a single seat was available.
I get this thought and turn the wheel. Again, she asked me. Where are you going? I said, I just got this thought.
About what? I see 5 tickets front row to Metallica waiting for me at Ticketmaster. She said they're sold out.
I said, I can't go anywhere but to Ticketmaster to prove this. She said, whatever. So I went. Stood in line. Got up to the counter
and asked for 5 tickets as close I can get to the stage. The guy at the computer said, reserve is all sold out! I looked at him and said, "Do me a favor",
Punch it in. He said, OK, but it isn't going to do no good, so he does it. He looks at me like the DMV lady did as if he seen a ghost and says, 
I don't know what's going on here but Umm, (5) tickets were just released, just now, in FRONT ROW.
I then said, hit the button. He did as he looked at me eyes wide, open. I walked off with 5 tickets. As always, here's the kicker.
Before the concert I was bullshitting with a bouncer in front row. I told him this story. He said, that's a trip. 
I said here's another trip. I have a feeling someone is going to come up here and do stupid shit and maybe try to hit someone. 
If that happens, do you mind if I SUB ZERO THEM and thrust their ass at you and you catch them? He laughed and said,
if that happens, go for it. So, Metallica gets on stage and man was they jamming hard. I've seen more concerts than anyone.
These guys put in 10,000% and sweat was pouring off their elbows. Crazy jamming. Anyways we were sweating too.
Johnny my son was waving a towel to cool off his mom. Some dude waltzes up all cracked out and turned towards
Johnny and drew back as if he was going to punch Johnny. I spun the dude around and SUB ZEROED his punk ass towards,
that same bouncer and did the told you gesture. The guy tried to wrestle with the bouncer who immediately threw the guy
into a half Nelson and drug his ass out. The bouncer came back later and looked at me knowing I am psychic. Smiled in a weird way.
Can you blame him? I can't figure this shit out!!!

Pulling a set of doubles down the mountain coming from Payson, Arizona. KUPD was doing a contest.
You hear 3 songs from the same artist and call in as the eight caller, you win $3000.00.
Like that's going to happen?
So I have this Verizon flip phone and no charger. One bar on the battery, one bar on reception,
In the middle of nowhere. She calls me and says they've played 2 AC/DC songs. Same woman who was with me through
all kinds of psychic shit. Someone knows it besides me. Anyways, so I hang up and a 3rd song comes on. I hit their number and it rings.
Guy comes on the phone and says hello. First, I thought it was maybe a misdial, but I asked anyways. "Did I win it?" He says, Win what?
I said, the FUCKING $3,000.00??? He then says, well, we were kind of looking for the eighth caller and IT HAPPENS TO BE YOU!!!
I then calmly whispered into the phone. Dude. My phone is about to die, and I have one bar left on the phone. Can I give you, my information? He said he'd be right back after a commercial break!!!
I was like, if my phone dies, I am going to kick the entire planets ass!!! He comes back on, and I quickly give him my information. Tried to tell him why I wasn't excited, but he didn't use that part on air.

Another time, I heard they were giving away NHRA tickets in the pits to the eighth caller. I looked at my flip phone.
Gave the phone a beam if you will. Can't explain it. Called KUPD and won the tickets.

Truck rodeo out of 500 class A drivers. Our team's goal was to win. We won. Our teams' names were put into a hat for a single person and his choice of another person
goes to the Winston Cup 500 at Fontana California speedway to kick it with Rusty Wallace and the Pensky racing crew.
Some reason when I looked at the hat, I had this feeling. Yep. My name was picked.

Went to see Kid Rock at Laughlin, Nevada. I don't gamble, but I do see and feel. So I'm watching Tina play slot machines. 
I kept looking at this one machine talking to me. She said don't play that one. That one is $5, $25 a pull. 
I said, yeah? She said yeah. It kept tugging. I would never recommend to anyone to gamble as the machines are set to take your money.
At this one moment, I followed my feel. Again. Put in $40. Did only $5, then $5, then MAX. Ding Ding Ding.
We ate some of that $850 then went and seen Kid Rock. Walking through the place, there's that same machine. She says, it's not going to pay.
You just won earlier. I don't know why people do that to me. I gave the machine a look. Ding Ding Ding. $850. So what's with the $850? I have no idea.
Camp Verde, AZ $850, Honda Casino Showlow, AZ $850. Apache Gold, $85. Casino Arizona $85. Those add up to 13 or down to 4. Nicolla Tesla
wouldn't go into a hotel unless the numbers would jive into 3,6 or 9. I use that formula now for anything. Gym locker has to divide into 3,6 or 9.
Call me crazy but I have 4 houses worth $1,000,000.00 from $30,000.00 investment. You?

Went to the Washoe Club in Virginia City, Nevada. Ghost hunt. Ever see one? If not then keep laughing. 
Up on the top floor I kept feeling like someone was trying to grab me, but nobody was behind me visually.
I took a picture over the shoulder. Nothing. I was kind of upset. Thought the 2nd picture would show something.
It did. So I spun around and took a series of 10 images quickly. When you do that, google photos groups them into a set and 
a sort of video of the multiple shots. That shows an aurora around me and the room morphing as the entity swoops by and throws a stone, then
I'm thinking its doing crazy things in front of me. That page is on this website nobody donates to ever ever ever...

What else? Let me vegetate on it

I can go on all day.

To be continued. 

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