God Is real. Christ is his Son. He sits on a throne next to a deity, greater than he. In brown robes, with brown skin, like the one’s that appeared to me, on earth, before.
He led companies and came in dreams. Even, the greater; deity, speaks, to me at times facelessly. Yet, spell bindingly into a blurr of silence, yet loudly with reverberations.
I was summoned with a demon into his presence. The accuser, to my left. Me on my knees, doing me; with pride, gleeming with cheek – like a child.
His mercy won’t let me gaze into him. He scolded me, like a father, for it, but with love, and let me go. This, I remember, that this is true, and I told you so ..’
God Is Real ..’ ✍🏿🙏🏿