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Monday, 9 February 2026

Talking to God in my Living Room (taking notes with my iPad and correcting words that don't sound good)


Tomorrow brings a new day with a new beginning. There will soon open a door; what you see on the other side, walking through that opening, will reveal what no eye has seen before. I am a watch maker; I have created time and when I choose to time will reverse and stand still for you. I am the origins of your imagination; all the wonder you know now comes from me; this is a precious gift I give and not without purpose. To dream and hope in the future is not to decay and die but to have your eyes opened. The road you walk on now is paved; why air fills your lungs now belongs to a mystical reason you cannot foresee. 

I prepared this life for you long before the earth existed. I knew each one of you, the place you would be born, the struggles you would know, the pain you would bare, the tragedies you would endure. I knew when you’d feel hopeful, when you’d know despair, and I wait impatiently now for the day when you’ll finally know the joy and love I have in store for you.
 
I see you now; I have known you all your life, and I will never abandon you nor leave your side. Where the reaches of my goodness extends into I promise to make known to you.
 
I have given you an imagination that’s working as a clue teaching you about me. The wonders you glimpse in this world speak of planning. This plan is both evident and hidden in the unknown and extends far beyond what you can conceive.
 
Consider the sparrow as it sings on a branch on a sunny day. The sky is blue and the brooks current trickles downstream. The hills are lush and green and the summer flowers in bloom. In a paddock horses and cattle graze; beyond a fence in a yard children play; a mother stands in a kitchen window, and a father works in the yard. Life involves hospital beds, funeral parlors, nurseries, schools, workplaces, sports stadiums. There are wars savagely raging, lonely prison cells, homeless encampments, pristine parks, restaurants, theatre’s, mountain views, quiet beaches on ocean shores, peaceful meadows, and picturesque walking trails. The earth is filled with billions of plants, insects, the ocean kingdom, flying birds, and numerous animal species.
 
You have known this life and experienced these sights for a reason Donald. I have offered you the wonders of life in this world so you could begin to know hope in me. My hope is far reaching, it exists beyond all estimations, transcends all predictions, extending far into the unknown. My ways made the world and all that is good here. The day is coming when you’ll hear the chickadee ,the mourning dove, and the rooster call. You’ll hear them sound deep underground in the mine, on the mountain cliffs, and under the soil of your gravestone. You’ll hear their sound walking in the hills, picnicking in the valleys, sailing on open waters, exploring jungle trails, and wandering in the desserts. The day is soon coming when you’ll understand where the earth is and why you’re here. It is then that my plan of goodness will finally prevail. All who fail to love what’s fair and good are fools. My plan of goodness involves no more death, an end to grief, and a home where you’re loved and appreciated by all. There will be complete peace of mind, an end to pain, no more boredom, and the experience of knowing only pleasant thoughts. 

By using your imagination, and exploring my paradise, you will transcend the ceiling heights of known possibility; you will experience otherworldly inquisitiveness, go on journeys that will take you to unknown worlds and galaxies that will leave you exceedingly glad to be the first to encounter them. This is only a foreshadowing of what I have prepared for you.
 
As the frog calls out in the marsh at dusk, and the bat maneuvers in the encroaching shadows, there in the fading light, away from the cities busy streetlights, under the sky’s immense artistic canvas, is a mystery I now hint of. Tomorrow brings a new day where my voice will be heard and resonate with all. Tell them I have spoken to you Donald. Let them know I have used your mind and your words to communicate with all my children that I am here and not far away.

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