Hello, I'm Gabriel author of this site and the book titled "Gabriel F. Espinosa's 1111 Factor, DNA of the Gods". Before you examine the other pages or even purchase the book, I feel that it is important that you understand a little bit more about me. For without that insight, you may not grasp the purpose of the book or even this work.

First off, we need to go back to an earlier time of my life which helped shape me into what I am today. We begin in 1971, the day after my 8th birthday. That particular night was no different than most, I had cried myself to sleep. My feeling of being different didn't really set in until I started experiencing certain events that some would consider supernatural. After falling asleep that night, I awoke suddenly at 3:00am from a deep sleep. I noticed the room completely dark. The door was closed to the living room as all my brothers were asleep. As I lay in bed staring at the door, it became transparent allowing me to look right into the living room at the coffee table and the couch behind it. As I wondered what was happening, an energy influx was heard that was accompanied by a light from the midst of the coffee table. Soon the light engulfed the entire room. It was the most beautiful and purest white light I had ever seen. Everything except me seemed to become drowned out at its presents. I quickly sat up on my bed looking at my hands brightened up. I don't remember exactly how long I was in the midst of the light, but it felt as if I were with an old friend. I was being reacquainted with it for the future.

I looked straight into the light without being blinded. I never felt fear, in fact I felt complete peace and comfort. After a few minutes of enjoying being in the lights presents, i felt the bed move. It was my little brother who had been asleep above me. That morning he was able to witness the light in all its beauty. After it disappeared everything else reappeared, causing my brother to jump off the bed saying, "got to tell dad" I didn't blame him, it was a wonderful experience. His excitement made me smile. My Dads reaction didn't. I can understand him being startled at first, but his immediate reaction was that he was bothered by our presents, and asked what happened. My brother speaking over my voice excitedly exclaimed "It was a bright light Dad, We saw a bright light! I agreed with my brother, telling my Dad that he should have seen it. He didn't believe us and told us not to be making up this story. After taking him over to the area where it happened, he told us that it was just a dream and to go back to bed. He didn't want to here more of it. Being hurt and greatly saddened at his disbelief, I cried myself back to sleep. Would anybody understand the significance of what just happened? Or will this event be forgotten forever? Three hours later at 6:02am the State of California was woken up by what would be known as the Sylmar Earthquake. I truly believe it was no coincidence. I began to understand that the light was related to human events. Was how we treat the light a barometer dictating the future of mankind?

From that day forward I kept silent the experiences of this nature, which were many. A couple of years later another experience of a different type grabbed my mind. While visiting our Grandparents in El Paso, Texas my brothers and I were riding in the back of my grandfathers truck. We were on I-10 coming from the eastside. During the ride the wind whipped my hair, causing me to struggle with looking at everything as we drove past. At one of those moments while my eyes were closed I had a visual experience. I saw a lady stepping off a curb in front of a store, then getting run over. What I saw I needed to tell someone. I told my brothers who looked at me strangely. I began to bang on the window of the truck to get my Grandfather and uncles attention. After pulling over to the side of the freeway, I explained what i saw. They told me to stop making up these stories. It always hurt when they didn't believe. Anyway I was told to ride in the cab the rest of the way home. My grandfather suggested that we stop and get sweetbread to take home. He said that the nearest place he knew was not far. We exited the freeway driving a few blocks. While approaching the Bakery from down the street, it was obvious there was no parking. As we approached, my grandfather noticed that a man was getting into his station wagon that was parked on the front corner of the bakery. 

He instructed my uncle to drive up and wait that we may get that spot. We saw him start his engine. We all noticed an old lady stepping down off the curb in front of the bakery behind the station wagon. Once on the street the man backed up quickly hitting and running over the lady with his back tires. Noticing he struck something, the driver put it in drive going forward as if to get off whatever he struck only to run over her again.   This was exactly what my visual showed me. Everybody didn't know what to say.

It became obvious to me that something was happening to me. I was being shown things as a way of preparing me fore things to come. I had no idea what the future held fore me, but it was clear that seeing into the future was part of it. Telling people what I see and understand with my ability would have its struggle, as most cannot comprehend the nature of this gift, thus most don't believe in the messages I give.

Another experience that sticks out in my memory happened in 1979. This one placed in me the desire to try harder at defining what I saw, to put them in ways that people could believe. It was a day at Bell Gardens High School when everyone was let out early because of the big championship football game being played at Mount San Antonio College, in California. I had decided to stay at school and wait to ride on one of the rooter buses to the game. While sitting in the quad, just a few student were left. It was myself, my friend Cheryl and another student. We sat talking about how exciting the game was going to be. We all were looking forward to being there. The other student asked Cheryl and myself how we were going to get there. I said that I was going to ride the rooter bus. Cheryl said that another friend who had a motorcycle had told her that he would give her a ride. She said she was excited about the experience of it all. The other student was commenting on how cool it would be to ride to the game like that. At that moment another visual took place. This time I saw Cheryl and her friend getting struck by a car and getting killed. I must have in their eyes went blank in their presents. Cheryl called my name, Gabriel, Gabriel interrupting the visual. Back to seeing both of them, I Immediately began to tell her not to go on the motorcycle ride. I really cared about what was going to happen. I began to plead with her not to do it. She asked me why I thought that way. I told her that it may seem crazy, but that I had a visual of what was going to happen. And that if she went on that ride she was going to get killed. She replied that it was crazy, and that I was just overreacting to whatever passed through my mind. It scared me so, that I told her that she could take my place on the rooter bus. She refused. She told me not to worry, that he knew how to ride his motorcycle well. I begged her not to go on that ride. She eventually just said she had to go, and that I was crazy for making things up like that. I told her I didn't make it up. I guess if she had known about all my other experiences and the accuracy of them, just maybe she would have listened. She told us good bye and that she would see us at the game.

While in route on the rooter bus, we had a tire blow-out. It sounded really loud. An unsettling feeling came about me at that very moment. They sent over another bus that we all transferred to and went the rest of the way. The delay put us about an hour late in arrival. Expecting everyone to be already in the stadium, everyone on the bus was surprised to see that everyone else was still around the other buses. As we got closer to park, we notice some girls crying. I got off the bus, and walked over to another student and asked what was going on. He told me that they got news that Cheryl was killed along with her friend in route to the game. They had got struck by a car, Cheryl got lodged in the front grill of the car. From what I understood, she died instantly.

It was moments like this, not only then but in future events that has compelled me to seek a better outcome for everybody. What has happened to me, can only be described as an awakening to the path mankind holds. The visuals and insights of what is and what will come, only drives me with a passion to reveal what I know. What I found is that mankind needs a helping hand at recognizing the errors in their midst for a better outcome to their future. A messenger to mankind if you will. That is what brings us to this moment. One in which the universal communication is brought forward not only through supernatural influence, but by rational thought and reality. The only way we can achieve a change from mankind's precipice is to understand that communication, which has been abused by many around the earth including religious structures. The connection 1111 has to everything is simple and understandable. My gift has allowed an insight to the reality of life source. The visual I see for mankind must be changed. The only way that is possible is by recognizing the errors of our existence and by embracing those truths as shared by others universally as by the light of truth before its too late. What we do will dictate our futures. This is for real.