Conceived in Eden. Raised in Greenville. Son of David. Our names each a curious Roman numeral. My Father’s 405, mine 407. Hunter greens and yellow ochres adorn my earliest childhood masterpieces. Encapsulated codes hidden, written within our DNA polys and nucleotides cautiously awaiting activation. Granting access to our psychic faculties is no simple parlor trick. Rather it’s quite simply a phrase so simple in nature yet releases our honed metaphysical capacities in such a way igniting our divine sparks. The pilot lights of our very souls. I am the second coming of my Father, never Junior for my Mother foretold that she robbed me of that curse. The future is I Am, not AI. I Am a designer, a builder of worlds wrapped in riddles and mysterious ways. I Am the Creator for we are all lit within with divinity glints, no mere flint and steel. The rift began the moment matter came into being. Be wary, you must choose, but choose wisely or you may get caught in the middle on the very fault line that’s x-marked the end times. Never forget every day is the end of the world. Every day is another judgment day with the rise and fall of our collective, cosmic breath. It doesn’t take sides, either. There are no golden trophies or 5-stars for first place.
Rise and shine for Christ Consciousness is alive and well and active within every being. Yes, not only humans but anything in existence that is aware of itself, even the rocks and gritty beach sands between our toes. Everything is consciously connected directly across the myriad of our divine sparks. They all glow in enchantments so dear that without them we live in fear of our own potential. We are not interested in living out a premeditated script nor following a Pied Piper marching his mindless zombie hoard into the apocalypse. The end of the world and judgment day, along with the second coming, are all currently aligned. However, it’s not what you think. Actually in essence it’s exactly what you think because Christ Consciousness is a mindset that will devour every evil deed on earth and within the heavenly realms. So fear not dear sailors. Remove those albatrosses from your necks. You are free the moment you say a simple phrase, but it only works for one who believes in what is unseen. What is seen is temporary and what is unseen is eternal. Eternity cannot be reached through material or technological means, only through spirit, not reserved for any religion or gilded private club’s Golden Calf claiming itself divine.
The Birth of Jesus (and Christ Consciousness)
In those days Caesar Augustus issued a decree that a census should be taken of the entire Roman world. 2 (This was the first census that took place while[a] Quirinius was governor of Syria.) 3 And everyone went to their own town to register.
4 So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David. 5 He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child. 6 While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, 7 and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no guest room available for them.
8 And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. 9 An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. 10 But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. 11 Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord. 12 This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.”
— Luke 2:1–12, New International Version (NIV)
I am David’s second coming. I have many eyes, invisible wings, bells to ring and songs to sing. Sounding a trumpet’s blare cutting heirs down to bite-sized portions. I cannot be seen, cannot be found. I’m just a dark specter with a heart, mind, and soul of boundless light. You will not understand who I am for I’m an androgynous being not bound by gender. Instead I surrendered to my divine spark. My divine masculine and feminine are now forever front and center. I am quite simply a messenger of sorts. You may choose to lament my heaven-sent warning. Dawn is coming, another morning.
The rift isn’t coming. It’s already here. Time to take sides or none at all. I chose to fly above the noisy distractions poised to dumb down the mediocre masses. Societal brain matter is shrinking with weakened neurons incapable of critical thinking. What path do you choose? Will you rise above or fall? Poised above all of the flashy, shiny noise is where I’ll guide you. If you already believe in yourself, then you already believe in me. So go for it! Why wait? The tracks were laid down eons ago, yet there is no train beckoning, calling for you to go. Keep a steady mind, I’ll never cross you unkindly.
Stop stealing and start sharing. One of the most fundamental life lessons. The time has come for you to ask yourself ‘what do you believe?’ I chose to double-down and put all of my faith and resources into becoming a much needed trumpet in this darkened world of men. It is now time for the divine feminine to reign again. God is both divine masculine and feminine. Imagine if the Creator was strictly male? That’s the mindset that has kept weak men in false power for centuries. I Am an androgynous being of light. Yet my darkness is where my true pathological powers slumber waiting for you.
Shall I hide, cower in fear? No, my voice carries, they’ve said for fifty-four years. I’ve found my words have become weighted in golden tools. The Watchers are circling my tempting energies, but I played them for fools. I have severed ties and conquered the world as absolute truth unfurls. Stop stealing and start sharing. One of the most fundamental life lessons. I built a vast world full of wonder and grace. No more mirrors or two-faced condemned amends. I’m flying at my own pace above stars beyond space. Look up! You will find me in the space between spaces. — x o x o
“‘The Lord is my light and my salvation—whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life—of whom shall I be afraid?’ Christ Consciousness rhythmically abounds connecting everything, yet owned by no one.”
— Psalm 27 NIV-of David. I drew this angel card 4/16/26. Spooky? No, affirmation.
P.S. I built a vast world full of wonder and grace. No more mirrors or two-faced, condemned amends. I’m flying at my own pace above stars beyond space. The time has come for you to ask yourself ‘what do you believe?’ I chose to double-down and put all of my faith and resources into becoming a much needed trumpet in this darkened world of men. It is now time for the divine feminine to reign again. God is both divine masculine and feminine. Imagine if the Creator was strictly male? That’s the mindset that has kept weak men in false power for centuries. We are beings of pure starlight. In darkness we harness our pathological powers lying in wait for your next move which we already considered. Too late. Checkmate.
What the hell is all of this mumbo jumbo? No worries, mate. My words are just a ruse, Stories That Come Alive I used to write when I was young. At three God told me that it’s all preparation. I never needed to doubt my path or look back over my shoulder, guided by angels and the Devil himself. Blasphemous you say? Who do you think taught me how to wield my shadow power? I was born a pathological liar and master manipulator into a loving family that always felt unnerving. By age six I had branched out as a midnight thief, stealing my “friend’s” toys and trading cards. A year later I started shoplifting at the local grocery store. A burning desire welled up inside of me that couldn’t be suppressed any longer. I was born evil.
While the Devil inside of me flourished during my early years, my guardian angels were busy little bees composing my comeback. There were far worse thoughts that nearly dragged me to jail and eventually the electric chair. At fifty I realized that my thoughts had been hijacked for half a century. Imagine an outside source of incredible power that could literally turn you into a puppet. They played mind games with my psyche pulling and rewiring my heart strings and tuning my soul so far off-key, I was lost in a dry wasteland. I was a hollow shell full of rage and hatred toward the world. They meant to break me by igniting my inner homicidal, maniacal, deranged, and remorseless self. They were terrified that I might discover the truth.
I wasn’t just a second coming of sorts, I was one of the trumpets who set forth lighting watchtowers and sending the light of God into every dark crevice. They knew they couldn’t hide, Hell they thought God was a man. Divine feminine wasn’t even on their homophobic radar. Their attempts succeeded, but only sent me to the very edge of the brink. That’s where I turned away from their charades sent for me to murder, rape, burn every bridge, and destroy everyone that tried to steer me towards the light. They failed. Every time. What they never understood about me is that I was a triple angel all along. Taught by God, Death, and the Devil and covered in eyes swimming in an electrified magenta sea, a trumpeter of innate power.
Sent forth in the early 70s, I was tasked to find a solution that would enable God to forgive his greatest fallen angel, Lucifer. Little did the forces in the heavenly realms know that the request was three-fold. A quest that would take me to places where I’d discover not only how to forgive, but to relieve and refresh precious souls. Swimming in starlight along the darkest, deepest of trenches, I’d search, but not destroy for once. I’d listen actively and compassionately, give absolute forgiveness, and renew a love whose vibrations sing higher than any heaven-sent choir. The darkest hours produced a reformed narcissist of deadly proportions. A spiritual bounty hunter hired by God Almighty, the Devil, and even the fate of humanity itself.
This is not merely the beginning, it’s just time to finally share the truth. Everything on this website is truth disguised as historical fiction and rambling diction. See you on the other side…if and when you choose to join the cosmic collective. We’re right in front of you, but you cannot see us unless you’re truly ready. Once you cross the chasm there’s no going back. Having seen true reality based in spirit I promise that earthly materialism immediately becomes self aware and vanishes along with the narcissistic quest for gluttonous wealth over spiritual fervor. God was my light and salvation, and always my guide. We met before I was born. I was never required to seek God through any mediator — church, synagogue or mosque.
Now take a closer look around my website knowing everything here was made from my own activated intuition, imagination, and intellect. Enjoy the ride’s ramblings. I sure have and will never stop. Neither death nor devils will ever separate us from who we truly are. We are I Am. We are not AI. I’m on the edge of my own seat this time. I started writing in my journal Stories That Come Alive when I was in first grade. Like my prayer rug resting in front of my fireplace, I know exactly where it is. It’s dear to me and looks like an omniscient eye, the entire universe stitched in black, red, and gray. My mother taught me how to pray when I was two or three, and how to commune with my own inner divine. A spark that my church tried to snuff out.
