Hi, first time submitting here or ever. There is some swearing, nothing bad. So here's a a story that ends without answers or certainty. Don't understand the font thing, I tried to fix it.

They say we never remember the time before the last, unless you were aware the previous times and were there long enough. It’s a build up of doing the same thing over and over and this could make life a kind of a game. You either figure it out or are raised or trained by someone who already has. Some of us have no training or trainers. Some of us know something is up. We feel it. We feel we’ll find out because we’re waiting for directions or for whoever the one person/thing is to be the link to be the one to help spark the fire with you to start the mission. What mission, who knows?

"This little drop of dew coming down from the sky lost the cloud that held it in its arms and when falling says I’m dying what’s going to happen to me, it falls into the ocean and becomes the sea, becoming one with the whole". Unknown

I was 6 years old, the last time, when my 18 year old self came to see me before I passed, and it was planned. We both knew. Before moving from my home state I would continue seeing the same vision or thought. I (at 6) saw where I was before by having the same thought or vision. It wasn’t an important thought. It would flash across my mind for months, I thought nothing of it. When it happened, I realized I was in the exact spot where I’d see myself from a different view and with the same perspective of me and I (18 year old me) was there.

“You’ll make the right choices, go with your gut, they know who you are, I have to go, but go with your gut because you already know the answers".

That’s what I (18 year old me) said before walking away from myself, and I walked away too. I (6 year old) watched as I (18 years old) walked away towards Lincoln Blvd as I (6 year old) noticed 18 year old me's walk was fake, my 18 year old me feet were the wrong direction. In 1977, I didn't know what these thoughts or dreams were. Were those thoughts I had dejavu?

How does dejavu even work? So when I have dejavu, I see exactly what I saw or thought again and it’s usually unimportant and like 1 to 3 seconds. It’s like eating breakfast while talking to my brother, he’s wearing a striped shirt with thick blue and white horizontal lines, his regular haircut, in 1977, a bowl cut with bleach blonde hair and freckles. He spills his milk and when he spilled it he tries to recover it and stabbed our step dad in the rib with a butter knife he was holding while slicing his spam and eggs. I saw exactly what happened…again.

It was 1989 I was at football camp going into my senior year for high school. During one play something different happened while I was playing. I saw this before and I knew what to do, and this event was recorded on tape. Watching the video of the play, the angle was from the press box and it was unfuckingbelievable. I saw everything from a different perspective in live motion but couldn’t see from me on the field it was like 1999 NCAA Football on the first playstation in slow motion but it wasn’t because I was regular speed. It was almost planned and cheating at the same time. I knew right there I was going to skip the military and go to college to play football and then to the NFL.

Junior year only got offers from Junior Colleges and my plan changed back to do the military. I was already in ROTC and it made sense to go to college for free. New plan and going with my gut. I know things are going to turn out fine because I told myself so and I’m 18 and now also understood why I changed the way I walk.

Spring break 1990, my girlfriend and I planned with school mates over winter break to go on a trip to Vegas where we were all going to check out the UNLV campus and jobs were hot like being a valet where it would work with a school schedule and working as a bartender if I had to, and business was a booming.

Friday morning the day we were leaving to Vegas. Heather drops me off at work. The day goes quick. Heather picks me up at 3:30 I get into the car we peck kiss as usual. When opening my eyes after we kissed, for a split second her eyes were black. I said "hey" look at me, she does. I grab her face as if I'm going to kiss her again, she looks at me with her angelic face and her beautiful dark brown eyes. We pause. While holding her head firmly but gently, my dark thumbs on each of her temples, my eyes switching back and forth from one of her eyes to the other. Her eyes were back to normal. I told her we shouldn’t go, she looked at me like I was a fucking nut. I get it we’ve been planning this. I had to follow my gut when I see the whites of her eyes were black. There was an accident 110 miles from Vegas. Heather and Kristen later died from head injuries. It was the other drivers fault. Everyone else lived. They witnessed the entire thing from another vehicle behind.

It’s 2019 and I was really getting into YouTube after a job transfer where I was sitting down a lot more. YouTube premium because I hated the ads. I heard something about a book written by author Ingersoll Lockwood. Ingersoll was someone who would help out fellow elites if possible because of supremacy. These weren’t predictions. This is a replay. Ingersoll knew or was told this more than once. He was already aware and it became the plan. The elites know and keep this from the masses because money is king.

We have lived this thing we’re going through before. Some of us can feel it, some know more of what’s going on, and some don’t even have a clue.