I have a theory… an undying belief that humanity can heal. I KNOW most people are inherently good, most of us are damaged and just ignorant but completely capable of change. I know because I change every day, sometimes several times. And I believe with all my heart that God is real, Religion is mostly crap, and that I am surrounded by Angelz in so many different forms. These things I don’t question, what I question is why. Someday I will be judged for my ignorance. The problem is that with ignorance comes a level of innocence which is weighed by intent that is often of no comfort when trying to deal with the hell that was unleashed by whatever uneducated mistake you made that in turn created hurt… if that makes sense… the road to hell, ya know.

So again, why? Because even broken toys serve a purpose, something bigger than themselves. I will defend to the death something I did to help someone because I know that in serving HIM, as in I am He who is in me as in Christ as in You… THAT guy, no matter what label you put on it is real to me and sometimes doing the right thing isn’t always the right thing in the eyes of all… I almost feel hypocritical saying that, but I have to do what my heart tells me to. Are angels real? I don’t know, I question everything, but if it’s helping people, does it matter? My scars, my wounds, they remind people you can survive, my purpose is to help figure out what to do once you get there, and my hope is that we save a few along the way.
I do know that I have been called, and whether they are delusions, or something created by a broken disassociated brain seeking comfort in chaos, I believe that there is a better way, and I’m not alone. God, the universe talks to me, sometimes in the oddest ways… music, television shows, a series of properly placed words or moments that evoke a spirit from deep within that is the only thing that feels real, true. That truth is Love and that Love IS God… universe, and it can move mountains.
Liken me unto a child believing in Santa… Just like that child who with faith goes to bed knowing there will be presents, not having any real clue how it happens… When I call on the Angelz, oh believe me things happen. Hundreds have seen it over the years, many of them stepping up to do whatever it takes to fill that call, to make sure that child has presents… I can’t explain it, but I can’t deny it, some have even seen it.
I’m not afraid of the dark anymore, like what Rick Grimes saw as he was slipping away, “Don’t Open Dead OUTSIDE”, I’m not afraid of what I can’t see, I’m afraid of what I can. People are SO ANGRY! All the hurt, the lies, the unnecessary hate over just plain ignorance! The inability or refusal to seek and/or accept truth… love. Ignorant means uneducated and believe me there’s a difference. I am uneducated, ignorant, but that’s only because of circumstance not because I’m stupid, and as long as I’m breathing, because I can accept truth and evolve, I will continue to seek and spread truth… Love, any way I can.