So, in Spring of last year, I sent a text or two to her “real” phone number. I can’t remember which came first – whether I asked her if she was god, or whether I expressed concern about her eternal soul. At the time, I was still struggling to understand how the astral things worked. It seems supernatural, and for a very long time, I held her in the highest regard. Could she actually be God?
Now enlightened, I see the folly of my warped thinking. There was no one above her, and my simultaneous agnosticism was a slight to God Almighty. I’m clear now that she ISN’T God. Whatever wickedness she’s involved with couldn’t even manage to throw me in the slammer for all the horrible things she attempted to pin on me. Truth (as initially spelled out on Facebook, and later condensed into grantfaber.org) was my shield. I owe everything to Jehovah Yahweh, Jesus Christ, and the Holy Spirit.
I’ve frequently referenced Genesis 2:24 & Ephesians 5:31 to support my belief that she is my wife. Perhaps not legally, but Biblically, as I asserted before a judge in Nassau County Family Court last month. If she is truly my wife, then her spiritual destiny is my responsibility. Furthermore, her current partner obviously has been derelict in his duties to guide her to righteousness, if she’s over here sexually propositioning me and invoking Lucifer. (With actual text messages, not some mysterious form of thought transmission.) Further reading @ grantfaber.org/pure-evil
Although I am crusading for her to get right with God, I am not some deranged zealot. I openly confess that I neglected to love her as my wife in the 2 decades before my spiritual reincarnation. It seems it’s now my turn to suffer isolation and ambiguity. After a flood of flirtatiously-abusive text messages last Summer & Fall, the written discourse has ended. I still hear her voice in my head, but that could just be my schizophrenia acting up again. She can distance herself from me all she wants, but there is no evading God.
I am convinced that the evil she hosts inside her can only be defeated with love, and so the sentiments shall continue. If she ever wants to give me reassurance that she is born again and now in good hands, I might believe her. Meanwhile, this game she’s playing is the same one I started 20 years ago, when I was a heathen.
I don’t have a problem with the Easter Bunny, but I know my last 20 years of pointless toil, drugging, and drinking would never have happened, if I had even a mustard seed of faith at the time. It was easy to be spiritually ignorant and dismissive of faith education. I didn’t have a real, near-death experience until 2023. I think it’s better for the country – and certainly for Medicaid – if people don’t need to break bones to be convinced to put their faith in God. I voted for Trump in hopes that this crucial pathway I finally found would be less bloody & destructive for future generations. That means supporting a pro-life agenda and putting the Big 10 back in schools. It doesn’t mean undermining the union that represents the government employees whose performance decides if another September 11th happens or not. Good grief.