Something big, bad and ugly is coming

I have finally given in and have decided to write about it. I do not want to scare people, but at the same time I don’t think I have the right to keep this to myself. For weeks now I have been having terrible dreams. They are so terrible, violent and sad that I am unwilling to share them. All of them warnings about what is coming. Things are about to get bad, and you don’t have to be psychic to see that.

However I have learned over the years to listen to my dreams. I usually pre-cog about two weeks in advance but have been know to pre-cog a few months. All I know is that it is going to happen sooner then later. Other psychics, card readers, palmists or just sensitive people in my area are also getting the same bad feeling that something bad in going to happen very soon. I have not checked with people outside my area yet, I was just hoping I was wrong.

I have been having the urge, almost compulsion to stock pile food. Even my husband, who is sensitive, is suddenly talking about going to the army surpluses and buying up army K rations (or what ever they have these days). Not something we would do, even for camping. In the last two weeks I have started to stock pile non-perishable food and will have to start storing in the basement soon. Both my husband and I are in agreement that we will be buying up as much as we can in the next few weeks. Normally we try to save money and pay of bills, now we are spending what we have on food.

People are becoming jittery and anxious. We have been noticing other people in the grocery store are starting to buy for long term not just the week. We have talked with people, they don’t know why but suddenly they feel the need to stock up on food and clothing. Even our local grocery store owner has noticed a change in peoples buying habits that cannot be simply explained by increased cost due to the gas prices.

The feeling is that we are about to be hit by a depression worse then what we had just before World War II. I keep flashing back to stories my Grandmother told me about growing up in the Depression. She talked about how parents would give their kids cigarettes because there was no food and the cigarettes reduced hunger pains. I am starting to become afraid that we are going to be in dire trouble as a country, a people and a family in the next few months. I don’t like the dreams and I do not want them to be true, but they are to strong for me to dismiss them.

It would be one thing if I was the only one having them, then I could tell myself it is just my concern showing up in my dreams. The problem is that way more people are getting the same message, something big, bad, and ugly is about to happen and people are going to be hungry. People are not going to have the money to buy food and more will not have places to live. Children are going to suffer and die and I cannot do anything about it but try to take care of my own and let other people know so they can try and prepare. I don’t know for sure that this will be called a depression, but I do know it is going to be bad, and the poor are going to suffer the most and it is going to take a lot to get out of it.

Monsters are everywhere, some hidden in plain sight.

I was part of the SCA for years, however I have not been going to events for about four years. Now I am glad. I found out a few weeks ago a story about some one I knew. This story was confirmed last weekend. So what could this story be?

Well when James moved down here one of the household showed great interest in him, as he was a fighter. He joined the household, the Marines (known as the squids). I had known most of these people for years. Bruce was part of the group. I had known him for about 5 years. When we went to Pensic and camped with them we had some issues. Bruce and James did not get along and this caused us to pull away from the household, but James was still part of it. We came home from Pensic with a very common souvenir, I was pregnant. Once we had our son we found we just could not manage merchanting at events and a baby, so we decided to stop doing events for a bit. Our son is now 4 and we started looking at the SCA again. It turns out that it was a good thing we had stopped going.

It turns out that Bruce is a pedophile. He was preying on children in the SCA and had been doing it for years and years. Kids I knew! The children of people I had known for years. He was charged and is now in jail. My response when I found out was shock, not that he did it, but that he was still living. I knew some of the people hurt by this and the people around them. I have no idea how Bruce made it out alive.

I know that people think I am over protective of my kids, maybe even paranoid some times. Now I don’t think I am. I am glad that I have never let any one take care of my children outside of daycare/pre-school. Why, because this monster was in my home, with my baby. I used to spend time in their home every week and see them at fight practice. His wife offered to baby sit! I cannot think of how I would be feeling now if I had let her baby sit. I think about how I knew this man for years and never much though any thing about him, he was just one of the fighters and an ok guy, friendly but not my type. James disliked him and that is a big reason for why we had stopped hanging around that particular group of people.

There was nothing about this man to put up flags. He was for the most part known as a friendly helpful guy with a bit of a temper but over all a good guy. I never saw him act inappropriately with any one, let alone a child. There was nothing to let any one know who he really was, or what he really was. How can you tell? The reality is that you cannot tell who is the predator, the pedophile, the child molester. How many people do you come in contact every day? Can you tell if some one is a pedophile? I cannot, but I do know that they are out there. I am going to stay over protective of my kids. A pedophile can be behind any face, even one you know.