2. “Grandpa… how did you realize who you were, if you had the veil of forgetfulness?”
Grandpa nodded.
“I had clues. A lot of them. The universe basically threw cosmic breadcrumbs at my head.”
He held up one finger.
“First, I started seeing the ‘others’ in the sky. Sylphs. UFO cloudships. Spirit clouds. All kinds of beings waving hello.”
Audience murmurs of awe.
“Then I found the Phoenix Journals—messages from the Divine Throne for humanity during the end times. I remember reading one paragraph… and getting physically sick.”
The crowd gasped.
“Oh yes. One paragraph and BOOM—ascension nausea.”
He continued.
“Then an archangel showed up in the sky. Then another. Then I saw spirit clouds doing a ceremony above me when I was on magic mushrooms. I mean, come on—how many hints do you need?”
Laughter.
“But I knew who I was when I dedicated myself to the mission. When I honestly wanted to know the truth of my being.”
He placed a hand on his heart.
“The Phoenix Journals warned that if I didn’t awaken, I risked Earth blowing up. That was before the Galactics disarmed every nuclear weapon on the planet. I took that warning seriously. Even after the threat passed… the fire stayed in me.”