Coming out of the gate, I've finally had to reckon with the possibility of standing up for what I believe in. I wasn't always aware of what made me, me. Eventually through some encounters, the revelation that I was Christ became daunting. I knew about at the end of 2015, and I had to meet the in the flesh Jesus to pull it off. I spent so many years, in pain, struggling to be more authentic with less power, just to be me and survive, that when I finally met Jesus. I was treated poorly, by the "savior". He's pretentious. On the one side, I am pissed that He and a Legion of angels concocted some BS, and another, I finally get to have my own strength back. Because it was taken, so I took it back. Hard to imagine this was real, and the fate of the universe was in the balance. It sounds crazy, but I can assure you, it's not. Enjoy.