23/03/2024
Our Story
Part 6
Who was Daniel David part 1
At the time we got together, I need you to know and understand a little where I was at and how I perceived the world…. So you can truly understand the clashes in our outlooks and the struggles to flow together.
I had a major Awakening in 2008 that the first stage last almost two years and consisted of experiences and intensive research that led me to realize everything in this world was a lie… and let it go. All I really knew was Christianity and Debauchery by the time I reached 27. My version of Christianity made me fear daring to look at anything outside of my box. Any other religions or belief systems, anything that sounded supernatural that DIDNT use christianese language, or entertaining questions that challenged what I was told or trained to think. So even when I was in rebellion and drinking and drugging my life away, my mind, still subconsciously stayed within the guard rails somewhat set in my childhood.
When I left organized religion finally in 2007, I was having too many questions go unanswered, I was knowing there was more , I had already been exposed to the prophetic and supernatural a little bit but we didn’t have that in our church… not the language or the experience.
I was friends with my pastor and we hung out quite a lot and I got to watch his process. He had a lot of books 📚 , I would see him dive into books 📖 unearth some gems 💎 someone had wrote about, and Sunday would come around…. And quite often he would come with a good short sweet monologue with some witty jokes, and nail one good spiritual point home, rehashing some of the gold he had gleaned from the authors book 📕, with his own flavor and add ons. I also saw it in conference setting… I remember we went to a leadership conference, and someone preached a message and had a mirror 🪞 on stage, and they were talking about being the mirror reflection of God, and at one point out of nowhere comes a hammer 🔨 and SMASH 💥 he shatters it! What a way to get everyone’s attention and drive a point home about how sin destroys our ability to reflect the Image of God. Sure enough Sunday rolled around and we show up for service and there’s buzzing about “what’s the mirror 🪞 for?” You get my point. It’s not that I didn’t learn stuff. It’s not that there weren’t good points made… but in my mind, anybody could do that. I could read books or go to conferences, get inspired, and implement things I’m learning and then present it in my own way… I’m a performer since childhood, a natural at public speaking… but that, just, seemed boring to me… there had to be more.
I wanted to know how the heck do I Hear from God? Like Moses? Or the prophets? Can God… talk to me? Teach me directly? I already knew the answer was yes, I had experienced it, in jail when I was 21 and finally heard about the Grace and Love of God I surrendered to it and my whole life changed… I would get visions, direct instruction, and inspired automatic writing ✍️….But then… I started going to church, and we didn’t talk about any of that. I wanted to be a part of something so I was grateful for relationships and community but eventually I felt like there must be a deeper truth or reality and I have to find it.
That last year I was in church I started to slowly drift out of consistency and into undependability, out of church and into the world, out of flying straight and into partying, I was making more money than anyone I knew and it was getting fun playing with toys and getting the responses from females…
I made a fool of myself on my last mission trip, sneaking out and getting drunk a few times and it was the last straw, the last little reason I needed to longer come back to church. I had already faced my fear of God being angry if I didn’t, the potential of hell for backsliding, the danger of breaking off and not being a part…. And the word kept coming to me… “I will never leave you or forsake you”… and “nothing can seperate you from the love of God”… “you need no man to be your teacher for the gift and annointing you have received which is the holy spiritual is your teacher and will lead and guide you into all Truth”…. I trusted Love would go with me, into the unknown.
I had had an experience in my brand new 2,800 square foot custom home one morning, waking up late for work hungover, people sprawled out on my couches and floor … and I realized… none of these people know me. They can’t, because I don’t even know myself. They don’t care about my fears, my desires, what I believe… all anyone cares about is partying. I looked around at all I had finally, everything I thought I wanted. A huge house all to myself, a beautiful brand new tricked out jacked up truck outside that you could hear coming a mile away … clothes, several pairs of Versace shades, a studio full of music equipment, all the things that a few years ago as a skin and bones ju**ie wandering the streets trying to plot a scam to get some dope and figure out where I can crash would have dreamed of… and I felt just as lost as in my jail cell before I met the True and Living God.
A voice came and said …..”you are not your thoughts, you are not your emotions…. You are not even your awareness of them… you are beyond even consciousness of consciousness itself. You are 💯 % PURE ABSOLUTE LIMITLESS POTENTIAL TO DO ANYTHING SAY ANYTHING GO ANYWHERE BECOME ANYTHING…… NOW WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH THAT?”
I was in shock. I knew what I just heard and I felt what it meant, but all I realized is I had lost myself in in Matter. I had completely lost the Truth of my being, chasing material success and now suddenly I didn’t want any of it. I wanted out. I told my parents the truth, I’m partying… a lot, I’ve been doing coke, I’m Miserable because this business isn’t me, I want out and I asked them to buy back my accounts and just give me a certain amount monthly for a handful of years. I knew with that, if I stripped all the way down to just me I could disentangle from the material and live simply and have my time free to ask questions. That’s all I wanted was the Truth.
It started while I stayed with them in their condo… someone had given me a beginners meditation book. In that I learned my first Breathwork exercise. it was the simplest thing it was literally just becoming aware of your breath, and taking all your attention off of everything else in the world and just putting it on your inhale and your exhale. For some reason every single morning, I was just intuitively led to wake up walk in the bathroom fill up bathtub with hot water. That bathroom had a dimmer switch on the light and I could turn the lights almost all the way down. I would get in the bathtub with all the lights down and begin to do that breath work, and before you know it, I was leaving my body. I didn’t realize what I was doing until many years later I learned what a flotation tank was or a sensory deprivation tank. Basically, the hot water canceled out my sense of touch because I found my body’s temperature in the water. The light switch canceled out my sense of sight because it took all of the light out of the room. When you deprive your five senses, or you cancel them out, what you’re left with is the consciousness behind them, and I just began to have these experiences, going into my consciousness and out into the field to leave my body. I didn’t know what I was experiencing how to explain it. I had no real reference point. I didn’t have any awake friends I didn’t know anything about the mystical I just knew I was encountering something that was transcendent of my body.
That I moved out into nature in a tiny studio apartment, and I began to ask my questions. I sold a little bit of w**d. I bought a whole lot of books and started going to the library and I sat on my laptop most days for 8 to 10 hours a day asking questions researching getting to the bottom of what the heck was really going on in this world . I had already started opening up to some eastern ideas and quantum physics, I had had a few experiences while driving at work and listening 👂 to an audiobook talking about the field and how everything was actually made up of vibrations and dancing atoms and there was no seperation…, and as I drove I looked over at a tree and realized it was true. Another day while driving the word omnipresence dawned on me and I realized I was driving…. Inside of the Mind of God. It blew me away, I couldn’t under it, there was nowhere he was not including inside of me and I must be inside of his pressence… I was driving over a hill on a sunny day on a straight road realizing… “I’m driving inside, of Gods Mind!”
But NOW I began to realize I knew nothing about the material world. I remember coming scrips material presenting 9/11 as an inside job, a false flag attack and a deliberate government orchestrated attack on its own people and I remember feeling just as stunned and wobbly as I did I watched the towers collapsed… now I was watching the tower of my belief system collapse.
The same day I found out about the federal reserve not even being part of our government but actually a private business owned by families that had bribed politicians and tricked us into letting them control our economy, print money out of thin air, get rid of the gold backed standard, charge us taxes, raise and lower interest rates and completely manipulate our lives….. I was just jaw dropped.
Then I heard Jesus and the Bible was just another form of Sun ☀️ worship and as much as I was trained to refute such rediculous statements … I realized I don’t even know what any other religions believe… and so I HAD TO remain unconcluded if I be honest… and this began the rabbit hole 🕳️ 🐇
I learned about conspiracies of how the government is actually corrupt and a false copycat version of the original government , and that it is actually a corporation owned by wealthy families who have hijacked the republic and kidnapped its people, own the politicians, every single news and media agency, Hollywood, the music industry, medical industry and even the education system …. The more I found out the more disheartened I got ….
Those conspiracies led me to keep coming across Freemasons which helped me understand how in the world this thing could be so orchestrated and worldwide. In learning about them I kept seeing all their symbols and how these universally used symbols associated with masonry for some reason were all tied to ancient Egypt… which was puzzling to me. What are all these old white men doing using cryptic Egyptian symbols? Why?
That led me to researching Egypt and once again having my mind blown at discovering Egypt was the USA of its day, the World Power and Empire, but rather than for 200+ years…. It Reigned Supreme for 3,000+ years which my mind struggled to even imagine. Then add on top of that I discovered most of those years Egypt, actually known as Khem or KHMT was ruled and populated with black or melanated people.
This exposed everything I thought I knew or was trained to believe was a lie. In the U.S. We are trained to believe Africa is primitive, huts 🛖 savages, uneducated… while GREECE was the cradle of civilization where reading, writing, math, music, astronomy, astrology, medicine was all birthed. In fact , every college and university in America has Greek Fraternities and Sororities and this instills this idea. But it’s all a lie. A Racially rooted lie to keep us from understanding history on this planet.
I found out that actually the Greeks, who only started civilization in that collection of coastal city states a handful of hundreds of years before Christ, came into Egypt seeking permission to be accepted into their Mystery schools which were already thousands of years old… to learn the tools and pillars of education to bring back and civilize their populations. They had to wait sometimes years for entrance, sat at the masters feet, passed through a program of initiations, and eventually left as masters and teachers to go sow the seeds of civilization and society with wisdom….
But in America there was an agenda to keep people of color from knowing their potential and history as kings, inventors, and the founders of the arts and sciences, establishes of cities, nations, and empires… and instead identify with being the descendants of slaves, engrossing, colored, black or African American. I Won’t go farther here but it went much farther including black civilization also already having been present and planted in the Americas long before Columbus supposedly discovered the new world and just how deep and savage the Catholic Church backed plot to take over the world actually was.
The more I learned the more mad, frustrated, ashamed I got… that I was even a part of this world, system, and nation. At the same time, psilocybin mushrooms 🍄 came across my path for about six months. No partying. No social use. By myself in my tiny studio I began to experiment and explore…. To go within… to experience whatever I was supposed to learn or understand…. And I began to enter a field. A unified field of energy and waves 🌊 of light and vibration that connected everything. I began to understand that I wasn’t my body, and within and behind my body was a mind… it wasn’t in my head…. All of reality was inside this mind…and actually was Mind….
I had no one to talk to about this, one or two friends I tried to but I didn’t know anyone who could tell me what all this meant or give me language…. I didn’t even know the word awakening…. My fb was ONLY PEOPLE FROM MY HOMETOWN who knew me from my past, my story, my reputation, my renown for being a wild boy, but I was being taken through a transformation….
I dove deep into the study of symbolism for two years. Every book I could check out of the library 📚 buy at the bookstore , video on YouTube… What are symbols? How do they work? Why do people use them? How can you communicate with them? How languages were all started as and birthed from them, how the mind can think in pictures and associated multiple dimensions of knowledge to a single simple shape or image.
My brain was rewired through this process and I activated the right hemisphere of my brain 🧠 and came into a synchronization… I began to think different and interpret reality differently. Anyone I tried to talk to about any of this stuff looked at me like I was crazy, or just said honestly I don’t care 🤷♀️ and that scared me. It wasn’t just that we were all being lied to and programmed and used … it was that people did not want to know or have their bubble popped. They liked the dream. They didn’t want people messing up what felt comfortable. They didn’t want to be accountable or responsible… and I realized…. I’ve got to get the %^** out of here
I knew there must be something more out there in the world. I really wanted to go to Africa and visit these roots of civilization… and so I planned to backpack for a year 🎒 with my best friend… but he kept asking his time and I felt mine ticking… until I got a messsge from someone in Honduras 🇭🇳 where I had gone on two mission trips. One of the daughters of the family that opened and ran the orphanage and girls home messaged me and asked me when I was going to come back and visit… that’s all I needed. I bought a ticket, spent a month raising funds to bless people, and I left on a three week journey that never ended ….
