The Answer to Everything (7 page)

At first he wouldn’t tell me why he was acting strange. But that night in bed he apologized and said he accidentally looked at the ultrasound screen and saw we were having a boy. He said he saw his “thing.” I didn’t believe him. Even if he thought he was right, I didn’t think he could tell. I had also peeked at the ultrasound screen, and all I could see was hazy grey shapes. You could hardly even tell it was a baby, let alone a girl or boy. I thought it was impossible to tell with just one look. And it bugged me that the very next day he painted the nursery blue even though I asked him to please wait. And that’s when I made the second biggest mistake of my life. That’s when I got all prideful and went against my husband and nature. That’s when I went into the nursery after Paul was asleep and got down on my knees beside the little pine cradle and prayed with all my heart for God to please, please give me a girl.

My first big failure.

My second biggest mistake.

I’m sorry. This is much more difficult than I thought it was going to be.

Tyson

Atheism = Satanism. Jesus battled Satan in the desert and we are battling Satan in the streets, in the schools, in our homes and hearts. Repentance, faith and obedience can save us. We must not fall from felicity to misery. Prayer is what we need to stand firm. Make no mistake. This is a war. This is a war with the great deceiver, the insidious schemer who will leave no soul untempted. I recognize the fullness of God in your posts. I would like to join you in spiritual warfare against the beast and his malicious and devious devices. Tell me where and when and I’ll be there with the armour of God’s love and the sword of faith held high.

Catelyn

Your posters are so great. Thanks!!! I’m a single mom and it’s hard right now. I have some savings from working at Shield Assurance Company and things were going good, but then I slipped up with an ongoing situation and got let go. I’m back on track now, but they won’t hire me back and I can’t look for new jobs with my daughter to take care of. I can’t just leave her with anyone, because we all know how that goes.

My ex’s mom was supposed to take care of Staci when I went back to work, but then she had to get a job because her boyfriend split to go work with his brothers on an oil rig. Staci’s dad doesn’t pay support because he’s unemployed. I don’t think he’s trying so hard to get a job. He’s a drummer and wants to start a new band. He says he’s going to get famous and rich and buy a house for Staci and me to live in. That would be nice, but I’m not holding my breath. I support his dream and all, I just wish he would take a part-time job to help out. His mom watches Staci sometimes and makes dinners when we go over, but she can’t help with support. Todd says he can’t watch Staci during the day because he has to practise and look for work. It’s true that he’s practising, but I don’t think he’s looking. I told him he could probably get a training position at Shield
Assurance to do what I was doing, underwriting assistant, but he says he’d rather kill himself than work in the insurance industry, which isn’t very nice considering that was my career. I’ve been paying for everything for the last three years and I didn’t hear him disrespecting the insurance industry then, if you know what I mean.

Anyway, your posters are a wind beneath my wings whenever I see them. I do feel like I’m struggling. And it’s hard to stay positive. I have had troubles with substance abuse, but I’m trying to stay clean for my daughter’s sake. I’m good now. But it’s rough. I go to meetings but half the time the meetings make it worse if this guy is there. There’s this old guy in group who is always going off about all the bad stuff in the world, like talking about how all the food we eat is genetically modified and the companies don’t care if we get cancer so long as they can make more money and put the real farmers out of business. And about how all the bees are dying from pesticides, so there won’t be any food in the future anyways, and forget fish because the oceans are full of oil spills and the chemicals to get rid of it and nuclear waste from Japan, which is making all the fish toxic and all the shrimp deformed in the Gulf of Mexico. He said there’s a garbage dump of plastic water bottles swirling around in the middle of the ocean that’s bigger than an entire nation. I don’t know if I believe that one. I mean, why would they end up all together in one spot? And then yesterday he was saying how the USA is releasing killer viruses in China to test them as weapons, like a special bird flu that will end up here because even Chinese from remote villages fly to Toronto quite often. And he was going
on about antibiotics that don’t work anymore and how, if you go to the hospital just to get stitches, you’ll end up dying from germs they can’t cure that are starting to spread into gyms and the subway, on the poles and such. Then he said it won’t matter anyhow since the Arctic ice is melting and underneath is the same poison gas that killed the dinosaurs, and all the humans are going to die out much sooner than scientists thought. So it’s really messed up and scary and really hard to stay positive. But you have to stay positive for your kids, right? I have to be hopeful for the future and for my daughter. And your messages are helping me stay hopeful. They’re like a whole other side to the story. So thanks!!!! :)

Wayne

I became interested in your messages and started tracking when they appeared, to see if there was a pattern (at first I thought they appeared randomly—once every six to eighteen days). Then just by chance I noticed a rather stunning correlation between the appearance of a new message and a documented UFO sighting somewhere in the world. For example:

MONDAY, 19th: New posters along Bloor between Dufferin and Christie. UFO sighted over Lipetsk, Russia (disrupts traffic over airport, according to unnamed official).

FRIDAY, 30th: New posters on Bloor between Ossington and Spadina. In Mexico City, a large rotating sphere (Mothership), orange in colour, releases dozens of white spheres and is captured on digital camera by Antonio Ruiz and multiple Mexican citizens.

TUESDAY, 10th: New poster at the Bloor/Gladstone Public Library. Ngunguru, New Zealand—mysterious light formation sighted in the skies above Tutukaka.

I could go on with further examples, but I’m guessing that I don’t need to point out this “coincidence” to you. Suffice to say
that I am extremely interested in learning more about your organization. Please get in touch at your earliest convenience. You can learn more about me through my blog: www.disclosureblog.net.

Marina

I’m not a spiritual person. I never have been. My parents took me and my brother to midnight Mass once a year out of a sense of tradition. I don’t think they enjoyed it, and we certainly didn’t. I stopped going as soon as I had a choice. Church gave me a headache. The stuffiness of it. The old-lady perfume. But over time, as everything has fallen away—family, friends, employment, roommates—as my body deteriorates and I sink deeper and deeper into a state of constant pain or worse, agonizing, incessant itching, I’ve had to open myself up to alternative ways of thinking. It used to be ciggies and beer. Now it’s pine bark and bleach baths. I used to have a fast-paced job at Research In Motion. Now I live on disability cheques, and volunteer twice a week at the Humane Society. It used to be rock ‘n’ roll and hanging at the Horseshoe. Now it’s fibro research or Morgellons chat rooms. All of this is to say that your messages seem somewhat relevant to me. I’m not gonna drink the Kool-Aid, but I wouldn’t mind finding out more. I’m pretty much at the end of my rope. Maybe you could get in touch?

Some people will believe anything, anything you care to tell them except perhaps that humans evolved from apes, although there’s ample evidence for that.

There’s no evidence whatsoever that alien scientists from another planet came to earth and created all life, but fifty thousand Raelians believe it. They believe that Rael, formerly known as ordinary guy/race-car driver Claude Vorilhon, was visited by aliens, who took him in a flying saucer to their planet and showed him how—a mere twenty-five thousand years ago—they created humans from the DNA of aliens. The aliens then taught him that he is a prophet who must preach the gospel of immortality through cloning.

Members of the No No Hana sect believed that their leader, Hogen Fukunaga, was the reincarnation of Christ and Buddha. They also believed that he could read people’s feet (at nine hundred bucks a pop) to diagnose their illnesses. He had a tendency to diagnose cancer and then charge thousands of dollars for his healing services. Hmm.

Mormons believe that God visited their leader, Joseph Smith, in western New York in 1820, and that a few years later he was visited by an angel named Moroni, who divulged the
location of a buried book of golden pages on which was written the everlasting gospel.

The Nuwaubians believe that blacks are a supreme race and that whites were created only to serve as slaves in a killer army to defend them from other invading races. They also believe that their leader, Dwight York, formerly known as ordinary guy/singer in the group Passion (now known as a convicted child molester) is an extraterrestrial from the planet Rizq. They believe that women were created long before men, and that each of us has seven clones wandering about. Sounds plausible.

Members of the Ant Hill Kids believed that their leader, Roch Theriault, was the reincarnation of Moses—even though Moses never killed a follower and then tried to resurrect her by sawing off the top of her head and masturbating into the cavity.

Followers of Bhagwan Rajneesh had no trouble believing he was a supreme spiritual guru despite the fact that he’d regularly glide by them in one of his ninety-three Rolls-Royces.

I probably don’t have to mention the countless who believe the world was whipped up in seven days, that woman was made from the rib of man, that the son of God was the product of a virgin birth, conceived by a woman and a holy spirit, and that he died and was buried in a cave but then came back to life and emerged from the sealed cave and subsequently ascended to a happy land above the clouds.

And how many believe that injuries and illness, including incurable diseases, can be prayed away? How many believe that thinking positively about events will change their outcome?
All of it is absolutely fantastic. So why wouldn’t people believe that my grimy, sweet across-the-hall neighbour Eldrich was a prophet or even a god? Of course they would believe it.