about being left in a body bag by the side of the road all but dead after being beaten up within an inch of my life.
Mr. Rogers said, “If its mentionable it’s manageable.”
All of this has slowly trickled through to me, like being left in the woods in late December 2020.
Like the 8 hours defacto torture in the ICU here in 1986. It took 4 years before it even began to be a conscious memory.
Right now its about being left by the side of the road. Once again a dog found me. I dont know how I know this I just know.
its like Lazarus. I was dead. But then they found a heartbeat and brought me back. In other words I was respoding to the laying on of hands. If Lazarus could be brought back after 3 days then I could be brought back after a few hours. Martha said, Lazarus was already decomposing. But Jesus rebuked her.
that was the worst near death I ever went through but also banal and stupid and Jesus wouldn’t let that happen. Who are you to try to hold me to it?



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