When I was making a Chili over the christmas holidays. There was just me in the house and the TV and radio were off, it was totally silent except for my dinner that was bubbling away.
I had someone relaying a message to me. It kept repeating the same thing over and over again. The voice was male and he kept saying the same words over and over. “On the 1st of September, I will be heading for North Korea.”
I have had this happen before where the first part of the message is repeated several times. On this occasion like the times before I sat down with a pen and paper to write. The hear the words that are given to me, it is quite unusual when it happens because as I write I also say the words, that are relayed. The words seem to travel from my ear to my mouth. Rather than when I am normally writing they come from my mind and then I write or type them.
I knew nothing about Korea or the war that happened from 1950 – 1953. What I have written has been relayed straight to me. It was only after I had written it I researched the facts and discovered they were true and it that it must be a soldier that served in the war. Most probably an American.
The actual words that were spoken to me are here for you to read.
On the Ist September, I will be heading for North Korea. It is not a journey I am looking forward to but one that I must take. The cold months have taken their toll on my poor body and my weight has fallen dramatically. The months and months of walking has shredded my feet to pieces and I am not sure whether they will ever recover.
When I first came here it was a beautiful country, everyone was full of life and all the locals shook your hand. It all changed within months and everyone locked themselves away. I am not certain how we are all still alive, but we have managed to stay focused on friends, family and loved ones back home. This has been the only thing that has kept us from going insane or worst taking our own life. You would not believe the amount of courage it has taken to keep going every day. My face, my hands, and body are black and blue from the harsh beatings I have received. I cannot stand some days as the pain is unbearable. I want you to know that although this is happening I keep myself hidden away. I focus my mind on being somewhere else when it is happening. This way I am able to withstand the torture. Many of my fellow soldiers have died and many more will die. I look at them and see fear and tears in their eyes. I want to help them, but I know they have to find their own strength inside to keep going. When we are not working we are kept in small huts and sheds. Each shed has a name on it. The names change quite often. The reason for this is that it is the name of the latest soldier that has died. A reminder when we go in at night that we may not wake up.
I am heading off now we are moving again and I don’t know when I will get the chance to write again. All you need to know is this has not broken me and my love for my friends and country continues and I will continue on.
