Wisdom Rising: Slices of Midnight
When fiction starts speaking back, reality cracks. The stories Jon thought he imagined were never his—they were transmissions.
I wrote a novel about a girl named Marissa Bonifay.
A fictional character. Or so I thought.
Until one day, I walked into a Starbucks—and she was there.
In the flesh.
She looked at me and said, “I gave you the story of my life.”
That’s when everything changed.
Because what I thought was fiction… was a transmission.
My name is Jon Dottingly. And it’s an honor to meet you.
Together, we’re going to uncover truths buried beneath fiction—revelations that will shatter what you think you know about this world… and about what lies beyond it.
This journey won’t always be easy. But I promise you—there will be wonder. There will be fire. And by the end, the secrets of the cosmos will be ours.
Let’s begin.
For most of my life, I lived in fiction.
I wrote science fiction and fantasy—stories of dragons and dwarves, starships and angels. I devoured every myth I could get my hands on. As a kid, I rolled dice in dimly lit rooms, battling orcs, demons, and the undead with nothing but a pencil and a character sheet.
And honestly? Those were some of the best days of my life.
Then I grew up. And I started writing stories of my own.
I became an author—worlds poured out of me. Magic systems. Royal bloodlines. Forgotten gods. I tried to give back what stories had given me. And for a while… I did.
But that part of my life is over.
I’ve stopped writing fiction.
Here’s why.
Because what I found… is real.
And it’s bigger than any story I could have invented.
What could be more thrilling than crafting tales about ancient empires or interstellar wars?
Actually discovering them.
We live in a cosmos so vast, it defies comprehension. And yet somehow, we convince ourselves we’re alone. That our planet is special. That our species is unique.
We are not.
We are part of a human network that stretches across galaxies.
And I have proof.
Not videos. Not grainy photos.
Those can be faked.
What I have is stronger.
I have stories.
But not stories I created—stories I received.
And if you listen carefully, you’ll know they’re true. Because truth has a weight to it. A pressure. A resonance that settles in your bones.
Let me tell you the first one now.
There was a story I wrote quite recently… or thought I wrote. About a girl named Marissa Bonifay. A young woman on a harsh, isolated island, ruled by a corrupt wizard council. She was bright. Fierce. Haunted.
From the moment she appeared, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I wrote with a clarity I’d never known. Her life poured through me like I was remembering it—not inventing it.
And then the novel was done.
All but the title.
So I did what all writers do when they hit a wall—I went to Starbucks.
I ordered my favorite drink, a Choco Chai, stared out the window, and suddenly, the title hit me.
Slices of Midnight.
I smiled. I knew it was right. I could feel it.
That’s when I looked up.
And saw her.
Sitting across from me in the booth.
Marissa Bonifay.
In the flesh.
I recognized her instantly—the face I’d pictured a thousand times, now sipping a latte in the same corner booth like she’d stepped out of my mind and into morning traffic.
She wasn’t wearing armor or robes.
Just jeans. A T-shirt. Sunglasses pushed up in her hair. Casual. Alive.
I froze.
I blinked, expecting her to vanish.
But no one else even looked. The baristas called names. Phones buzzed. The world spun on.
Except it didn’t. Not for me.
Marissa smiled. That same smirk I’d described time and again.
Then she spoke.
“So, Jon,” she said, tilting her head. “I hear you have a story to tell.”
Honestly, I nearly fell out of my chair.
What followed changed everything.
She told me things I couldn’t have known. Details I had written. Scenes I had invented… or thought I had.
Then she said something that still makes my skin crawl:
“I gave you the story of my life.”
She hadn’t just lived it.
She had sent it to me.
And I had been chosen to tell it.
Not just this story. Others.
Many, many more.
And not just about Marissa.
I asked why.
She said, “Because you listened.”
From that moment forward, everything in my life changed.
What I thought was fiction… wasn’t.
It was a transmission.
And Slices of Midnight? That was only the beginning, the opening act of a much greater saga.
Since that encounter, I’ve heard other voices—felt them moving inside the stories I once believed were mine.
The girl I thought I made up?
She’s a messenger.
And her world?
It’s real.
Her name is Marissa Bonifay. And she is the Daughter of Destinies.
Her story is the first chapter in an epic that spans planets, empires, and bloodlines.
And that epic is called The Black Craft Saga.
We’ll uncover the origin of dragons—and I promise you, it’s nothing like the myths.
We’ll confront lost civilizations, divine wars, and galactic betrayals.
And yes… we’ll talk about Marissa Bonifay ’s scandalous sex life.
A lot.
And those of others, too.
I told you this would be fun.
So if you’re still here, it means something inside you knows this is real.
And if it is…
Then this isn’t just a video.
It’s an invitation.
A signal from the other side.
Subscribe.
Join the journey.
Because this isn’t fiction.
It’s prophecy.
And what’s coming next?
Will rewrite everything you thought you knew about reality.
Again, my name is Jon Dottingly.
And I’ll see you next time.
Until then…
Be wise.
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