Years ago – actually decades ago, I read Jim’s book BEYOND SCIENCE FICTION

and began listening to his podcasts on Echoes of Enoch.

Echoes Of Enoch

I even wrote him a few emails and sent him a box of books to put in his bookstore in the Science Fiction museum.  I track of him after being banished for life from Facebook.  Several weeks ago I had a dream about him. I wrote it down and mailed it to him with a donation to his ministry.

A few weeks later I received it back opened but with the cash and letter inside. The letter was marked unable to forward.

 

Wayne O’Conner

P.O. Box 211

Medford, WI 54451

 

Beyond Science Fiction Museum

C/O: J. Wilhelmsen

Gratiot Ave

Roseville, Michigan  48066

 

Greetings in Christ Jesus Jim,

 

I don’t know if you remember me, Jim, but I donated a box of books for you to sell and exchanged a few emails with you in the past.

Even though I have not continued to write, I still visit Echoes of Enoch and have listened to many podcasts when you are guesting.

I used to keep track of you on Facebook, but in April 2022 I received an email from Facebook that because of my history of flagrant abuse of community standards that I was henceforth banished for life.  That came as a shock as I had never been in Facebook Jail.  After I had questioned their reason for termination, they replied that after reviewing my case the permanent ban would still be followed.   They refused to provide any specific reasons for my permanent banishment.  So, if you noticed, that is why I stopped commenting on your page – not that I posted weekly or even monthly, but several times.

Anyway, Jim, the reason I am writing is that I had a very strange and short dream this morning and your name was mentioned in it. I don’t know JPF and JM has passed on, so I am only sending this to you.

The dialogue in the dream is not exact, but a close paraphrase.  I only recognize a few words of German and had to use Google translate to figure out some of the dialogue. Also, I didn’t make up the name of the Special Agent that was mentioned. I admit the name sounds very silly, but to the best of my recollection that was the name.

Sub-Antarctic Library Dream (3/16/2023)

I was watching a librarian sitting at a desk. The librarian was a handsome, tall, well-built, but thin man with graying hair at the temples.  He sat at a desk checking in stacks of returned books.

Wall to wall bookshelves lined the room’s exterior and filled in multiple aisles throughout the large room.  I saw two doors. One appeared to be an exit while another seemed to be a bathroom. No windows were in the room that I could see in the dream.

Suddenly there was a single knock on the other side of the exit door and a man wearing a uniform that I did not recognize opened the door and pushed through a cart piled with mail. The cart man had the same body type as the librarian but was easily twenty or more years younger. I couldn’t see the cart man’s uniform patches clearly. (In the dream I wondered if he was a security officer or a post man. When I awoke, I had the same question.)  He stopped next to the librarian’s desk.

As the librarian looked up and smiled, the cart man said, in a mix of English and German, “Guten Morgan.”

After a pause, the cart man continued, “Ahh, mein comrade, wei geht es dir heute? Sorry, your package had to be opened for inspection by the embassy.

“You have another diplomatissschen drop from your mysterious patron, Special Agent Ford Explorer, addressed to the embassy, to be delivered to the Subterranean Antarctic Bibliothek.

“It contains several stapled hard copies of downloaded or photocopied articles from Jim Marrs and Dr. Joseph Farrell that contain the phrase Kolonie des Vierten Reiches or antarktisch conspiricies.

“There are also Amerikaner Softcover-Bücher by two authors.  Antarctica’s Hidden History by Dr. Michael Salla and Sometimes The Truth Is . . . Beyond Science Fiction by Jim Wilhelmsen.”

End of Dream. I woke up.

 

Well, Jim, have a great day and keep on serving in the Kingdom.  I do pray for you as you come to mind.

 

Sincerely,

 

 

Wayne O’Conner