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i used to put out way cool shit about color shifting and shape shifting and time shifting and contacting the Queen to step in for lost souls (like mine) in America.

Like, that Abraham Lincoln was the first Black Pesident, a color shifter.

and all that is well and good.

England’s grace is America’s cool: such is what a Black person said to me on a psych ward here in Reading such a long time ago and it set my wheels in motion down to this very day.

but in the end I have been called to a higher grace which is Love itself which is God.

in recent months I have disappointed Him.

He turned His face from me.

i doubted that it was really Him talking to me in the cottage. I thought maybe it was an alien–there you go–that was the place where Satan got in I am seeing this right now myself. A tempting lie, a chance at power. Wanting to try to do it for myself. For so many ill reasons. Ugh. Clinging to evil, so seductive, so corrupting, i couldnt find a path back to goodness. I really couldn’t see God in that image and couldn’t find the desire for goodness.

the alien wasnt evil but clinging to the creature instead of the Creator was evil.

then I wanted it back so badly–the desire for goodness–and asked Him to take me back and all of my questions fell away and I saw the straight and narrow path again.

it is about calling America to a higher moral ground of purity and cleaning up our sexual behaviour in a way I did not want to myself or be held responsible for but here I am doing it.

Me, an innocent child; tears

the necklace is red rubies meant to represent wisdom.

the arrows represent send buttons. They were meant to be spikes in the crown in the Statue of Liberty but the Lord ripped the whole drawing out of my grip to produce this beautiful but licensious image. To show me where I where I was going… then there was another drawing… horrible…

Jesus is the Way, the Truth, and the Life.