Are Current US Events Proof that Past Lives Are Real?

How I Remember Living Under a Dictatorship, But Never Have

This story will not follow the scientific rigor I was trained in, and the evidence for my claims lie within my body — my feelings — and cannot be empirically shared, or even seen, by others.

I used to look at fMRI results, where brain parts lighting up indicated someone was thinking specific thoughts. Yet, it felt less ‘real’ than the story I am about to share. The following is going to be very unscientific, dancing the border of what some would consider in-sanity. Others, for different reasons than science, will claim this to be pure rubbish. Sadly, those are the ones that will prove my point. The blind ones.

It was 2015, June. To be precise, the 16th of June 2015. I was lying on our absurdly big, soft and decadently cozy couch in our Arizona house. Slightly feverish, I was coming out of the other side of my first American desert cold, trying to balance the outdoor heat, with the inside AC and my personal body heat emission. I was also trying to numb myself watching TV despite our intermittent internet signal as the only source for the Smart TV.

That is how I saw him. By chance, if you believe in such a thing. Broadcasting his nomination to be the next POTUS.

I remember looking at the screen and unconsciously sitting up straight while my attention was morphed from feverish and superficial to funneled and very clear. He had my attention. His posture, his words, his audacity.

Illegal immigration taking American jobs, American jobs moving offshore, the U.S. national debt strangling workers and, obviously, the ever working Islamic terrorism. The campaign slogan was “Make America Great Again”. He was loud, ha was inappropriate, he was testing the waters of despair.

It was perfect.

He found the American worker, the poor one, the one that wants what he sees on TV but cannot afford it, the low income $12/h family guy. He poked the forgotten American who was ready to speak up and get openly angry at his situation. Could he tap into the unspoken rage of inequality and use that inequality to his advantage to build an empire on its bricks?

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