A little more about me.
In the wake of a recent unusual event, I've been grappling with profound sorrow following the loss of my cherished canine companion. To fellow animal enthusiasts, the depth of this grief is overpowering; it resonates as intensely, if not more so, as the loss of a human loved one.
In moments of deep connection, I found myself endlessly gazing at his photograph, tenderly tracing the contours of his ears and the familiar features of his face on the screen until the ache in my heart threatened to overwhelm me. Then, one evening, a remarkable gift unfolded within me, a gift so deep that words cannot capture its essence. Someone transported me back to a cherished memory, enveloping me in a timeless embrace with my beloved companion. I could feel the rough texture of his paws against my palm as I gently laid him down to snooze, his fur brushing against my face with a delicate touch, as if he had never parted from my side.
How was this possible?
In the profound depths of that moment, I came to a realization that transcended the confines of human perception. Time, I understood, is not the linear progression we perceive it to be; rather, it's a fluid continuum, and our Supreme Creator, in their infinite wisdom, sees past, present, and future as one. It was as if I was gently guided back through the threads of time, enveloped in an embrace with my beloved companion once more. In that sacred space, I felt an unshakeable belief that we all exist across different dimensions simultaneously. We are beings of energy, and as the eternal truth goes, energy never truly dissipates; it merely transforms, echoing through the vast expanse of exist.
In this cave, strangeness has become the prevailing standard.
I have dedicated myself to pursuing the greatest gift bestowed upon me: a personal, intimate relationship with the Divine. It's a privilege that prompts reflection—how could a mere mortal, flawed as we are, ever merit such a profound connection unless we held inherent worth in the eyes of our Creator? I've never found solace in the worship of idols or adhered to conventional celebrations like Easter or Christmas. Sundays held no special significance for me, nor did I find enlightenment in Sunday schools. Yet, amidst my imperfections, I harbored a steadfast belief in the eternal existence of the Divine, even though my own righteousness fell far short of ideal.
And so, I embarked on a journey of intimate conversation with Him. Striving to walk the path of righteousness, I confronted my myriad flaws, recognizing the arduous task ahead. Remarkably, He began to respond. Whenever I sought strength, it was granted. When patience was my plea, it was bestowed upon me. Then came a day when I yearned for peace—an inexplicable yearning that resonated deep within my soul. What ensued may sound peculiar, yet I assure you, I am of sound mind, with documents to attest to it.
There, upon my bed, rested a simple white piece of cotton bearing the unmistakable letter 'P'. Perplexed, I pondered its significance until, with a gentle touch, it crumbled within my grasp. In that fleeting moment, an overwhelming wave of love and tranquility washed over me, as if the very essence of divine presence enveloped my being. Though ephemeral, it was a gift of unparalleled beauty, a respite from the tumult of our earthly existence—a reminder that amidst the trials of this world, moments of heavenly grace are indeed bestowed upon us.
It is my firm belief that organized religion, and the Church in particular, has often obscured the ancient truth that God communicates with those who relentlessly seek it. This belief has been at the core of my personal quest. However, let me be clear: my journey is far from a religious one. Religion, in my view, is a construct devised by humanity to exert control, hinder spiritual growth, and serve the interests of power and profit, all while keeping us in bondage. True communion with the Divine begins within ourselves—through genuine repentance and an unwavering pursuit of truth.
I am no extraordinary individual; rather, I am simply someone striving to awaken humanity to the veils of deception that shroud our existence. Perhaps, in an unexpected twist, I owe a debt of gratitude to those who sought to harm me. Without their misguided attempts on my life, I may never have received the most precious gift of all. And it is this gift that I fervently desire for every soul: a genuine connection with the Divine, unencumbered by the trappings of falsehood and manipulation.
The presence of malevolent spirits continues to intermittently plague me; at times, I can even feel the bed shift as they encroach upon my space. Entities such as incubi, succubi, demons, devils, and jinns are undeniably real forces in this world. Yet, amidst the turmoil, what fortifies me is the unwavering knowledge that the Holy Spirit now resides within me. In a moment of darkness, I heard His voice echoing within, say "Resist". And indeed, resistance is precisely what I engaged in until the onslaught finally ceased.
James 4:7 in the King James Version states: "Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you."
Wishing you all love and peace.
I'm off to do what I do best, look after this guy and a bundle of others.
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