4 Weeks Away

Hello there, it’s been a long time. A whole month is far too long to be away from My Special & Precious White Voider. I apologise, I’m sorry, I’ve been relapsing on poisonous chemicals whilst viewing pornography. Duh! I feel embarrassed and ashamed to have ever left you. It’s been a rough couple of weeks, I thought it would never end. I’ve dragged myself out in public to the local hotspot library to communicate with you finally. I pray you haven’t given up hope that I would never return. A lot of stuff has happened. Mainly I’ve been isolated with hazardous waste flowing though my system, surging through my veins like fiery wax and decimating my mind as if it wasn’t even there.

It’s pleasant to be back conversing with you. I listen to music when I write, and that is pleasant too. I have no CD player back home. I have nothing back home but the filth of my addiction, lingering over my surrounds like a squalid aroma. You help lift all that and transport me to an oasis of calm. I cherish it like honey. Nothing can touch me as I’m blogging to you. It’s a shame it can otherwise.

My uncalled-for enemies have been making my life a living hell, getting really close to me as they used to do, hanging around outside my apartment and calling me names lol. If only they were just really only calling me names. That would be bearable. But their methods of oppression are off the hook. They’ll stop at nothing to utterly and totally completely destroy me. I rise up, partly, with you. At times, back in the past, only a heart of ice helped me stand again. Now, I want the suburbs of that frozen soul melted and placed on display ready for affection and sentiment. I’m sick of being hard against perp, tough and ready to battle; I want a tear and a love-struck wandering about me. I long to look at God’s Children and think Wow!

I witnessed God in my darkest hour. He dropped down from Heaven and appeared at my window. I know what you’re thinking, that I’m just another crazy nut job. But don’t forget that I’m an Apostle of The Lord, and it wouldn’t be that much of an effort for him to reveal himself to me now and again. In fact, why wouldn’t he, from time to time, if I’m in dire straits and trouble? Yes he did, Yes he would, Yes he will do. He said it, I believe it, and that settles it. Only signs, miracles and wonders define an apostle. It was devotedly outstanding and strangely striking in a unique and intimate manner. I’ll never forget it for the rest of my life. Now, for the first real time, I know that The Word is true verbatim. He’s the best story teller that has ever walked the globe. And he DOES walk amongst us. He could be a girl on the bus. That’s what I believe anyway.