
Hello everyone. I have decided to start writing this blog. I’m not quite sure it’ going to be about, but most likely it will be of the randomness that is me. I doubt anyone is even reading any of this, but if you are I just want you to know that I am not writing this for you. This is being written for me; a way of allowing my thoughts the ability to form into words. Writing has always been a struggle for me. So –mirabile dictu– in an attempt to overcome this issue, I write to whoever you may be.
I've had many people question my thoughts and views. What is life without purpose, but a ticking clock counting down to our ultimate end?
Of late, I have been restless. I feel as though I'm on the edge of something that is soon to become reality. Something more powerful than that of man. I believe that the trouble with humanity is not that a spiritual world could never exist around us, but it is our greatest fault that our body and our mind is unable to feel or see this other world. We like to be bound by what you know is real; what we see with our eyes and touch with your hands.
I have been given the opportunity to see this "other" world around us. For a reason far greater than my being, I've been been led through trial after trial coming against darkness far great than Hollywood could ever imagine. I see the degrading of humanity around me. Death and life synonymous to me. Death has become a luxury I can only look forward to while cherishing what little time is left here. I don't know what my purpose is yet.. but it has everything to do with them.
Watch as they play with their toys and search for satisfaction ending to only wanting more. This materialistic society is a most brilliant mask of reality. It will continue to be the down fall of millions.


