My Match

Hello, I'm a girl looking for my match. I have blue-green eyes and, depending on the weather, they are occassionally gray. I am dirty blonde. 5'8" and 190 lbs. I have cats and a dog. I live in a moderate sized apartment. I have a lot of debt. I make some money. I have family history of diabetes, breast cancer, high blood pressure, and twins.



I know there is little time left. The chances of finding someone, THE someone before we ascend is slim. I believe and I will continue to believe regardless of the forecast. When everyone starting matching for their ascension, I didn't want to go along with the crowd. The drones, the sheep that lazily did as they were told with no question. That of course was before Christ, our Savior and Lord, came again.



I was in a cafe. I was needlessly feeding an addiction to caffeine. I was cured that day though. I heard screaming. I heard cars honking. I saw people running. It was all rather like the movies, and I myself, a skeptic, stood about with other stunned skeptics. Eyes wide, brain numb, and feet stuck to the sidewalk. I forgot my iced drink, my scone, my newspaper- all things that were supposed to add meaning and substance to my life. I smiled that day for the first time in a long time and meant it. Hope filled me. I felt immediately relieved. If I had merely witnessed with my eyes the event, I would have taken it for a charade. Instead, I felt a change. It was inevitable and undeniable.



It is like a car crash really. Going about life as I normally would. Then hit with a most unexpected and path-altering reality, I was forced to be stunned. It was only fair that I should be so shocked considering the sad reality I had come to love. Or at least I thought it was love.



I need someone who understands me. Who maybe didn't believe either, at first. I know things have changed so much that people may be more interesting in the coming event than saving me. I hold out hope though. My match will be the one to carry me through to the other side. I want to hold hands to the very end. I always feared the end. Movies always made it so meaningless. The inevitability of this coming end makes me weep with happiness because it is so full of meaning and change that I will forever be happy. I am begging and pining for my raising path to the other side, but I cannot go in my current matchless state. I cannot bare to be alone here on this side. I fear I may not allow my own existence much longer after He takes us beyond.



I want to meet my unborn children on the other side. After He came and order the new changes to take place, I was set about with endless dreams of my beloved babies. Dreaming of the lives they'll never have and the happiness they hold on the other side that I confess I am envious of, my pretty babies await me... and you. I know what you look like from these dreams. I know the look of your eyes is manifested in my sweet ones. I know you pushed them on swings and read them lullabies. As I said, it is like an accident, a happy one indeed, that has hit the path of all mankind. Myself the unexpecting driver of my own journey fear that although I want the gift of heaven, I am sad my life of substance will die so swiftly because along with it dies trips to the Caribbean with you and school plays with the little ones. I am certain this is a world of doing though. Here were create, live, act, cheat, and die. There is so much to do. The world to come, the world you'll be my partner is seems to be, from the dreams I have, to be a world of being. I have such a hard time considering what that may mean for us. It is beyond me.



I heard on the news last night that Christ made his final call for all to find a match. Those who deny to try and those who fail to find their one true match will be here in this world of aching need for eternity. Do you ever think maybe Christ goes from world to world saving and damning the people of those worlds? I am looking for a believer. A man of 5'10"-6' height, green eyes, red hair, a tatoo of a lady dancing on his left calve. You have no chest hair and a goatee. You have a birth mark in the shape of the Earth from afar on your right hip. We would joke in the future we'll now never see that this is how God sees the world. You drive a jeep. You live in New Mexico. You cook authentic mexican meals and make a mean chocolate cake. I know you know me from your dreams.



We have such little time. I hope this reaches you. I have set out on foot by the time this is dispatches across papers, blog sites, and dating websites. I have a feeling though you know where I am headed. I saw it in my dreams last night. It is a beautiful house in Albequerque and there are two blooming cherry trees out front. The sky now is blue, but in my dream, I met you under a rusty red sunset. You may never read this and you may just see me there. You may never come and I will die upon the ground under those trees. How I know things that have never happened, or will never happen, I cannot explain, but I hope that you too see the dreams that have caught my heart in a snar. I have heard others say they have them too. Please listen to them.



I have been on foot traveling from Quebec since Christ arrived. The transportation unreliable and the roads dangerous, I have found shelter on trains with others searching for their matches. I wore heels for years and now I wear hiking boots I stole from a window shop. I don't know time anymore. I only know when it is to happen, then we are meant to follow, and when the world will turn into the hell I cannot dream of.



So my dear match, when you read this, be heartened by the loyalty I have for our love and ascension because there is nothing left to stop me from getting to you and from holding hands into the darkness to come.



I know your fears, your sadness, your kindness, and your love for me from my dreams. I just hope I treat you so well in your reveries. I sleep no longer. I dream.



This transmission is on a loop. A ham radio was all I could find as I traveled. I hope you hear me. I don't want to be left behind.



I am calling out for the man in my dreams, for my match. I'll be under the cherry trees and the rust red sky waiting to ascend with you. Our eternal happiness awaits, but it is impatient my love so please hurry.



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Hello, I'm a girl looking for my match. I have blue-green eyes and, depending on the weather, they are occassionally gray...