I haven’t heard from you and I’m getting worried. I hoped we could remain in correspondence while time permits, and continue to support one another, in spite of our differences. You were my only hope for deliverance, and I’m feeling alone without you. When I send out my messages, only your reply is enough to settle my heart, and make me feel like I’m being heard. Nobody else cares about my revelations, and only you yourself can relate to being in a tug of war between Gods. I feel like holding onto the rope and feeling your tug, is the only thing that helps me.
There is much that is out of our control, but we have both made decisions that are resulting in the world ending in 2020. I don’t know exactly where you’re coming from, but believe me, I am concerned that we didn’t honour God by staying divided, and are both responsible for there being no intervention. We would have had miraculous things come of our unity and from halos to wings, and from rain to manna, with a step beyond the stretch of the imagination, our place in the world would have been secured with love for one another, and not the Apocalypse.
Our marriage would have been arranged beyond space and time, and would have been the ultimate reason we came here, and broke through. This was never about a broken seal, but instead a new seal on a new promise. We could have been great Messiahs here, and would have loved being friends forever. I feel like I’m a scapegoat and ransom sacrifice for generational sin that climaxed in 2020. This pestilence is a terrifying thing, but I feel like if I had 3 more years to plead to you, you would still remain distant and content with my martyrdom.
I had a bigger vision, of Greater Love bridging the gap, and bringing peace to our time and salvation to the world’s people. I was sure that love was the answer, and that we were its stewards. Now I’m feeling disappointed and let down by the situation, and don’t really know what I can say to change your mind about letting me go. You were my saviour, and I don’t think you thought the same way about our chance together. This is why famine is coming to the land and billions are going to die. I don’t have much hope by myself and feel lost without you. Please remember me in your prayers, and have empathy for these poor people who are suffering and dying because nobody saved them.
You truly were the only one who could have come forward, and bore witness to Cosmos. The other’s didn’t care, and our uniting around a banner of Greater Love, would have been testimony to everyone of the Grace of God. I’m sorry we are so far apart, and that the choice has been made for the world to end. I wish we could have saved it, and came forward together in honour of LOVE! Now I’m feeling worn out, and unable to do anything worthwhile. I guess its fate that I would be alone, and you would prefer it that way. I’m sorry I let you down, please forgive me.
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