Maximus Rex

From: Conrad M Cummings (cmcgac@hotmail.com)
Story type: Past Life Experience
Location: Cranford, New Jersey 07016
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Sun Mar  2 20:52:57 2008

. Maximus Rex

In the early 1970s I was living in Cranford, New Jersey 07016. I worked near by in a water treatment facility. While driving home from work one afternoon, about a block from my home "suddenly" as I was approaching a stop sign, an older car seemed to appear in front of me, where there wasn't one before. I began to apply the brakes quickly, I heard the screeching of metal "I could see nothing", everything became dark and cool. I couldn't move and I didn't try to as I began to be lifted slowly from the driver's seat of my vehicle.

I was driving my 1965 white Mustang convertible and it was quite road worthy. As I was being lifted upward to maybe 7 or 8 feet above the ground, I could see and feel only a cool darkness. And suddenly there was light as I began to fall to the ground. While looking down to check my fall I landed upon my feet in a rather bright light with nothing but desert sand within the isle of view.

As I began to look at my body I noticed that sandals adorned my feet with lacings half way to my knees. I was wearing a white short skirt, held in place by a large belt and buckle and a white short tunic with a large breast plate. Upon the breast plate was written something like VII Maximus Rex and other Latin inscriptions. I also had a trident in one hand like some pictures I've seen of Michael the Arch Angel.

Since unsuspecting things of this nature have been a major part of my life since my birth, I wasn't really too surprised or amazed.

At that moment I heard two men talking. The voices seemed to come from a bright light that suddenly appeared from somewhere behind me, but I could not see them. At first the voices were low as though they were walking toward me. At that moment one of the male voices said: "Looks like mother nature blew it".

They sounded like "for lack of a better choice of words" as though they were the law performing an act of mischief. This began to make me angry but I held my tongue and said nothing. It seemed as though they had trumped up the situation for their own amusement. I surly hope their purpose was genuine because if they were playing around with that time, they will surly have to account for it.

I have been separated from this time on a few occasions when I have voluntarily taken the form of a warrior angel. Usually when taking the form of another or oneself in a previous life or life style situation, it is not uncommon to temporarily forget who or what you were and take care of any business at hand.

One of the voices said: "One of the old double headed dragons has breached the time" and must be driven back into the wilderness". At that moment I came upon the double headed dragon "it was about a foot shorter than me". It was arguing vehemently with itself and just as it turned toward me, I plunged my trident through one of its necks. It twisted and turned violently as I drove it back into the wilderness.

From memories received of that place and time of which related truthfully that "I've had been there many times". Also that particular place has been there for a very long time and has remained steadfast because of its intended endeavor to keep certain times and places of creation in steadfast parameters. Also within the memories of V I I Maximus Rex or Michael the Arch Angel: "Death is not an option for the double headed dragon. Its home is in the wilderness of one of times more ancient eras. It can sometimes breach "a time" when an argument between itself becomes too dire.

And suddenly I was no longer in the white sandy desert of the ancient era as I found myself slowly being place "from above" down and back into the driver's seat of my Mustang. Even before time had been fully reinstated, I was reaching for the steering wheel and the brake, remembering the car that had suddenly appeared in front me and the loud screeching sound of metal against metal just before my departure.

As my body touched the bottom of the seat, the light of day suddenly reappeared. The Car was rolling slowly forward, nobody was in front of me and I had plenty of time to stop for the cross street that was before me.

I thought about the experience for a few moments and continued to my home "it was only a block away". I entered my house, watched some TV and awaited dinner. As in many of my experiences I soon forgot the matter and life continued on as usual.

The United States Blackfoot Chief ~ Conrad M Cummings