if life had a reset button i would have pressed it and lived my life all over again. we miss out on a lot of thins, especially those little things we took for granted. there are so many opportunities wasted. there were so many wrong decisions made.
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you must understand, evil doesn’t show its true colors.
there will come a time when all "third" eyes will be opened and when that time comes, fear will grip the hearts of men. it signifies the spirit of God has removed its hand between man and demons.
psychics may save you from present danger but not from impending doom.
true prophets were never attractive to people. they never displayed power. they only served as channels for God’s mesage to be conveyed.
don’t yo know that revelations supercede psychic ability. you may see, you may feel, but i know the masters behind puppets.
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the true beauty of history are the unrecorded battles that rage in man’s head, not only what is read.
my philosophy in life, life is a story called history, my life of which is only a part of it. the main character is no one else other than the Author Himself. history is a story about God and how He relates to His masterpiece, creation.
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12. the hours of a clock. twice it turns in a single day. 12. the chapters of a book. twice read, gives a different meaning if read once around.
you have began to read my revelations. a mimic of creation, how my world began, this is the story of our life as seen in a microcosm. the story’s end is found at the beginning, when you finally understood what it was all about. but you never understood then unless youv’e read the passages twice over. until you understand that my story ended at the moment of its creation, the story has no beginning and no end.
all of these was an elaborate play, a work of genius, a crafted art, meant to please and displease the hearts of men. it is a reflection of my reality and in itself is a part of reality.
i reveal to you my creation, my world.
written in the shadows by my own hand, revealed only by the poorest light through the makings of the wearied mind. waiting for the darkness to end.
we talk about nothing. we end up with nothing. is this the way you want it to be?
don’t you know i’m dying? i was dying since the day i was born. all these years, i was in the process of making my death meaningful. i was trying to make sense of my death. life is about dying.
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a key to open all things hidden. a key to unlock closed doors. a key with the power to change great things.
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the traditional man thinks by experience first, and followed by the book.
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i seek no console, no understanding for i shall find none. in its own time, in its own manner it will come.