Rebellion in Hell
This material is published in one of my books. Don’t know which one - I have so many. Originally I read this on Rebecca Carley’s What’s Ailing America show on RBN possibly around 2008 or 2009. Again: I don’t know when I first read it, although the 2007 dream itself pre-dated my work with Rebecca. What is Time when you’re sentenced to an Eternity in Hell?
After you read this then you will get why I have no incentive to ever go to sleep.
This was a dream. Things don’t make sense in a dream even though they make sense in the dream. I will provide a vague overview of the main points to avoid too many personal details that could be harvested by a Beast Computer to use in a psychological profile. The history of computers is that they were initially used to calculate ballistic trajectories. War. Death. The second task was that of compiling psychological data. The Legend of the Beast Computer first appearing in Belgium was that it was the most advanced calculating machine in the world and it could analyze and predict Hu-Man behavior just as outlined by Isaac Asimov in his ‘science fiction’ series Foundation. Echelon was able to recognize spoken keywords and flag them in communications of all types in the 1960s. Need I remind you that Archimedes had a form of calculus that was covered up by the Jesuits and the Jews for 1800 years? The press releases for general consumption is that current computers can process at Terabytes per second. This means that they can process the entire Library of Congress with images in around a minute. Couple this with heuristic (learning) neural networks – AI, Artificial Intelligence – and the Beast Computer is a Mechanistic Reality. What I provide in this dream is not for allegory or Freudian meaning – I intend for you to take it literally. I did. The message in the dream shaped my view of the Universe and this Sick Planet from that day forward in 2007. The dream was in color, the sounds, smells and physical agony were as real as what we call Real Life.
People that I knew were with me in a Distribution Point in Hell. We were to be taken in cars and buses to be relocated for Punishment. I tried to convince everyone to stick together but they were afraid. I tried an impassioned speech that if we tried, I knew that torture would be worse than anything we had ever experienced, but we were facing an Eternity of Torture anyway, so it was worth it once to try. I had to make personal pleas to bring people back inside because they had already gone out to the vehicles on their own!
A demon appeared out of nowhere to stop us. I tossed some fluid on him from a small vial.
He scoffed, “What is it? Holy Water? That won’t work Down Here.”
(There was no one to bless the holy water)
It was sulfur turned to sulfuric acid by Tears.
I told him, poison was in the dose, so that even though they fed on sulfur – too much would hurt them.
It started burning into his arm. That gave me a chance to wrestle with him. This gave others a hope that we had a chance so they helped me beat him down to the floor. I had them twist his body one way, while I twisted his head the other. I knew this was Hell so bad things would probably happen over what we had done and you probably couldn’t kill Dead Things. I tried to break off a horn to see if you could destroy the body with its own parts, but the horns were part of the skull. It seemed like he was going to reanimate, so I had them go through the Woolworth’s-looking 5¢ & Dimestore for something to cut his head off.
Just about the time I was getting through the spine, another demon appeared. I stabbed the one on the floor with its own horn, since the body was still functional without the head. The corpse deflated then turned black. The new demon slapped me and the skull across the room. Some people tried to get him with the horns but he was stronger and faster, until the whole desperate crowd pulled on him and they brought him down.
The moment he was destroyed, 10,000 more demons appeared and started wiping us out. They pulled me apart and put me in a boiling vat and I winked out when my last eyeball cooked and popped like a bubble.
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– As in a dream, the next sequence continues regardless of whether or not it makes sense –
We had been separated, which was part of the initial Punishment, but in travel, we came across each other again.
[The part that I didn’t put in the very first version of this public presentation is that there was a very beautiful woman in the original crowd and then this second random crowd. A kind of Love-At-First-Sight-In-Hell kind-of thing. I didn’t know her but I felt a strong bond to her. I was glad that she had made it out of the fight with the 10,000 demons and was here now. What better way to spend Hell, than with a pretty girl, eh?]
We were in a city. Most of the original people and a crowd of new people were ready to join me again because they knew their torture had been set to a higher level because of the first Rebellion.
SO THERE WAS NOTHING TO LOSE!
There was a rumor there was a guy who was falsely accused of a crime so he didn’t belong there. The demons were lawyers and I knew they were capable of making mistakes. I didn’t commit myself to the thought he might be innocent, but I figured if he was proven innocent, they would have to let him go.
– If they could let him go, then there was a WAY OUT! –
– If there was a way out, I could find it –
Outside of the city was a burning wasteland. Somehow I got 20,000 demons in our Sector fighting themselves, so our group went to the edge of the city. The air was too caustic and hot so no one followed me. [I was heart-sick because the pretty girl didn’t have the courage to follow me]. The heat from the reddish-brown dust and ash-colored rocks burnt my flesh red/black. I couldn’t make tears to keep dirt out of my eyes. Armies of reinforcements were coming from all directions to stop the demon confusion in the city. A battalion was coming towards me so I lay down on the rocks and was engulfed in flame.
“He smells fresh – let me eat him!”
“No! We don’t have time!”
“He might be alive.”
“That’s not possible.”
They left and I got up totally charred except for my face and eyes that I protected with my hands so that I could see. Partial regeneration occurs so torture can continue – it was then that I realized the meaning of Egyptian 9-Lives. I found an opening in the ground where people were encrusted inside like embers. They couldn’t move. The crusty people told me not to go on. The passage was difficult and tight. Because they said, ‘No’, I knew I had to. I had reservations of entering something that only went down but I remembered in Dante’s Inferno that after he had reached the Pit at the deepest part of Hell there was only one way to go – UP!
I woke up.
Twisted Patrick, really twisted. Dreams are said to be fractals of other lives we live or other timelines .... I sure hope that's not the case. I would no want to sleep if I were you either. Impressive observation of a NIGHTMARE on hell street! YIKES!
The entire history of the US, but especially since 1913, can be seen as a nightmare after US leadership sold out the country to the Tribalists. It could also fit your story.