I have fewer words to declare about our matters of importance. I feel like I’ve already said all that I can say, but you chose to stay away. I am a little disgruntled and angry about the way things have settled. I hope you are stirred, and that when I get on the news, you would stand in witness to confirm my testimony. I plan on taking this to the courts alone, because I have nothing left in this fool’s paradise, but an Apocalypse I wish I could stop. I am God’s Son, and deserve life, but am being martyred by a global suicide, that I would rather lay my life down to prevent, even if I suffer in death. I don’t want to be the fault that caused the floor to crumble, and I want to raise an Advent flame, one last time before I take a step beyond and don’t return. The selfishness of everyone involved is clear, and it’s sad how hurtful it all will be, for this to end with the death of me. I guess Jacob Marley had his card pulled, and his days numbered, and nobody saw that I was more than a spectre in the corner of the room. I wail and I rattle my chains, and I make my claims bold, but the people heed not my witness, nor my warning. This is why I must take severe measures to get noticed, and to spook the community one last time. When I step up and throw my testament into the spotlight, I hope you too will align with truth, and bear witness as to the testimony of our noble births. How we have wasted our days, and nights apart, has been very unfortunate, but I must try one last crash through the narrow gate, while there are precious moments left. I think of the little ones, and their suffering and I cannot get over my own lack of grace in helping them, but I still want to do something great, or at least desperate, while I still can attempt to live. If I reach a dead end behind bars, I will know and will choose to sacrifice what I have left to give. Custody is better than free will squandered in a fool’s paradise that heaps up burdens upon my shoulder blades. However, I will look at the evident result before I make a hasty judgement towards laying down everything else. Please be assured I am going to be responsible for my decision, and nobody gets hurt. It will be a night of broken glass like the world has never seen, and a lunge through the narrow opening that may be too tight to squeeze through. The USA goes up ablaze, and the rest of the world catches the retaliation. Famine spreads across the word, and nobody provided miracle sustenance. I don’t want to die in that sad scenario and would rather peacefully surrender in abdication, but not until my final call is heard. I guess Yeshua died for nothing, if the world still ends, and the Final Prophet dies in apostate shamefulness. I wish I could have lived up to Him, and walked better in the footsteps of Christhood. Nobody wants me as their saviour, and only you know what I know to be true. Unfortunately, this timeframe is too close for comfort, and I’m deep in consideration as to the way I will go about sounding a final alarm. The Spirits are negotiating and I’m humbly passive to their debate, and willing to take action ASAP, in order to get noticed and the opportunity to plead my case before the courts, and the cameras. Let’s hope for the best, and pray for each other, and harmonize our efforts together, across this America. From different sides of the continent, I hope we can offer our witness, and properly make a splash. I don’t want the world to end, but it will, and I am ready to quickly spur onward, and crash through the lines, until I have been thrown in the slammer, and there is no more further I can go. I see myself dying in a jail cell, and have hope that my final efforts will not be wasted, but will have taught a valuable lesson, and trumpeted a dire warning of the imminent danger. I hope if there’s a butterfly effect of my desperate deeds, that it will reverberate blessings, after I’m gone from here. If I could stay I would, but I cannot sacrifice the world, for a little more time on this pale blue dot. Judgement is looming, and I plead my sin, and beg for a merciful penance, to come in accord with penitence and love, and to serve under the burdensome weight of debt. If only Adam and Eve came together, they would both be delivered into the divine, but divorce and death, is what transpired, and I guess I am volunteering to lay in the grave, and die, when the time comes and I know I have an appointment to close my eyes and stop breathing. Please regard me in your prayers, and hold to our friendship correspondence. I still need someone to talk to, and I have more to share, but the time is neigh, and we don’t have much longer to communicate with each other. I plea that you will not forget poor Jacob Marley, and that you will honour the greater love you speak of, and have integrity to do as you say. I will too keep my word, and go out with a flash and a bang to be heard. Call me any time, and soon my sister.
To whom it may concern,
I was filled with purpose, to stop the end of the world, and in union with God above, wakeup the sleeping witnesses. I was shaken and wrestled, into a lonely time in sadness for many years, and when the miracles began in the Advent season, I was given a mission to love another. For many years leading up to this Advent season, I was waiting and wondering, what would happen to the world, as the end came, but when Advent began, I was hopeful that I could still be the saviour. I was led into an uprising, and I stood apart from the people, to call unto them, for the sake of salvation, but it was revelation that drew me to her, that she became the focus of my ministry. I wasn’t sure exactly how, but I knew miracles would breakthrough, with love being the motive, and a sacred compromise, between the forces of creation.
Everything was spiralling around my head, and the dizziness of the chase, made me stumble and fall. While people in their idleness walked past me, there were few willing to help me back onto my feet. But God was there for me, and He picked me up from the ditch, and snatched me off of the road to Damascus and gave me new vision, into love and the sacred bond between us. God was blessing me, when nobody else wanted my Messiahship, and the Lord aided me through the hard times. Now I see that our ending world, will not awaken before tribulation, and the only other human that could have understood my heartcry, was a million miles away and chose to stay there. Only the woman could have come into agreement, and stood with me against the world ending, but I pushed her away, and she never forgave me. I don’t know where else to turn, in order to find a reliable witness willing to help me. I made my mind up, that there was hope, but no one on Earth, met me on hollowed ground.
Now is the time for action, but the church folk assume all is well, and my own family couldn’t care less. The common excuse I get is, that nothing can be done to save Earth, because the task is so great, and each person feels helpless when facing something so monumental. They would rather donate to the poor a little money, and time, or help animals and the environment, or choose a profession that makes a little difference, instead of uniting under one revolutionary banner, and giving life the greatest significance. The need was great, and the time was short, but the outpouring of God’s Holy Spirit, would have been so immense, that the entire planet would have stopped on a dime, and shifted gears in a change of direction. The Good Lord would have so radically blessed us, that we would one day be teaching future generations of His Goodness. However, there was no way forward without Lesley, and I was alone calling out my lamentations of mayday. Everyone else I talked to, was wrapped up either in bible publications, or some contemporary form of entertainment, or worldview, and my claims of a Messiah coming to Earth in body, was ignored and overlooked. I was Christos, and anointed by God to preach and teach, but I was speaking to deaf ears, and blind eyes could not see.
It was easy for me to get certified under the law, and hospitalized because of my past. I was in the hospital a number of times in 2019, and that was for pushing my boundaries and disturbing the peace. I called FBI field offices, and 911, and testified at churches, and on open mic nights, from poetry slams, to testimony night at Metro, and to fellow patients at the hospital, and to my family, but the people were uninterested. I handed out tracts and spread my message on the internet, but still none of the people came in a timely fashion. The only person who cared as deeply about the Earth was Lesley, but she chose a different course, other than devoting to our survival. I guess she wanted to leave here, and embrace a whole different world, than to help the one we had in a big way. The planet was spiralling into oblivion, and only a great disruption to the status quo, would have been enough to get everyone looking, but the world carried on and continued in sin, and the true trumpet of God was not heard by the nations, so the planet dies.
Nobody knows the day nor the hour, but the end will come, and will sweep us away into the grave. It’s a terrible fate for our poor planet Earth, and we have little time to overt it. Still nobody knows me, or why I was sent to call out revelation. No church has accepted my teaching, no agnostic had the mindfulness of the truth, and they are so blinded towards the Apocalypse, they often think as though it’s not their problem, but it’s all of our burdensome tribulation. The clock winds down, and the end will shock the desperation for life into the whole world, but by then it’s too late to stop the war machine from grinding onward. In one final push to safety, many will attempt to survive, but the fallout, and famine, will be enough to kill them by the billions. This happened instead of love answering the call to save the day.
I think about what my life has meant to those around me, and who has benefited from my worship, but without a sign or miracle, nobody took to the urgency of my ministry, or chose to follow the Shepard. My life was holy, to provide for those who required help, and wake up Eve from her own status quo, but most people in my country felt full with answers, and Eve too became filled with her own vision. I saw miracles could spring up between me and her, and only a miracle would have been big enough news, to get everyone looking in our direction, but I am here today, still a lone messenger with no miracle, and the world is ending, while I continue to flounder and wish for her waters. Drought came to the world, and a Third World War erupted from the belligerents, and the worst part was that it could have been prevented, but wasn’t. It was allowed to happen, and was shamefully not avoided, and billions of people died. It was up to her and me, but we both made poor choices along our separate journeys, that would keep us miles apart. Unity in love was our calling, but the chasm stayed uncrossed, and she never chose to meet me. It is the greatest disappointment, and we will give an account for what happened.
I am humbly apologetic, for my past blunders, and foolish mistakes. I had an anointing to preach and teach, but was unwell for too many years, and restricted in my opportunity. The greatest and best opportunity of my life, was blessing Lesley, and choosing to pursue her love, and prove my own. I feel like my past was too much for her, and the terrible strife I put her through, swayed her decision to choose the Omega. The end days were full of fearful events around the world, and chaos in the streets, but the quest of love was an anchor and sanctuary for me. I believed my destination was with her, but I wasted my time rapping the Advent to her, and feel embarrassed about my performance. I’m sorry I let her down, and I wish I could change the past, and still have hope she is coming to save me, but looking at the calendar, I feel like there isn’t a way, and she chose the death of me. If only I had awoken earlier, and if only I had the help I needed for my mental illness in my youth, I wouldn’t have made shipwreck this entire movement, and could have offered the help this planet’s people deserved. I am responsible for my choices, and believe I have let God down, by not winning the heart of the woman I was meant to inspire. What a narrow doorway it was, and yet I stand at the door and knock, hoping she will answer, and come forward with me, to the news stations and police, to let them know that we have salvation in our midst.
The air raid sirens have been going off, and I feel like my part of the world wont last long. I feel fearful of a coming disaster, and don’t want to watch my family die. I want life, and I want to survive the End Days, but believe she has chosen to let me go into despair and anguish, without her help. I feel she has made up her mind, and doesn’t want to help, and has chosen to hunker down, and wait for the explosions. The people will starve, and the cities will burn, and I feel like a total failure, by not saving the world with her. I am relinquished of my choice, and only she herself can choose to help, though she won’t even reply, or tell me she cares. I am truly Jacob Marley rattling chains, and warning people of the looming disaster, and I must continue raising a ruckus, and keep my voice crying out, that I want to be saved, and I want life.
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