2019 has been the battlest times in my entire life. May my suffering abate in 2020. If my suffering keeps on this way or a notch higher, it can mean losing life. For the most part, i have been 'walking dead' and 'talking dead' and i will say it. May 2020 bring come with change. I am tired. Anyway, this is my last post for this year. It is some shedding. I cut my hair too. It is some shedding.
May i be able to love my dad better in 2020. He spent most of December immobile, in a new phase of isolation. His leg function is become limited, a pending operation. I am tired.
And wait, if you think you are God or a god, think thrice. You are mere dust for the most part. May these very things be known. The paradigms in the world is shifting, more untold knowledge is unfolding, there is a return from outer-space and 2020 will reveal more of these things.
For you, this year will be special and i say this with a special deep prayer. If you are here at the moment and you go through these lines, your spirit will be touched and many things will be fixed. Leave me a prayer in return and i will feel it too; my 'amen' heartfelt and on default.
There will be laughs too and real laughs; laughs that carry 'freedom' and no longer those 'tight laughs'. Your breathes will be whole and mine too and this will be the case henceforth.
Daddy, i love you. Don't go, don't shatter, please heal. That giant bed, alas, it arrives. May you be whole again, even if just in your heart, for i know of your pain, i understand it. I know of your aloneless and the breed of it and you are not alone in your fight, for i am here fighting and i won't stop. And if i drop, i won't stop.
My life in Jehovah's hands. I will not fear. There will be no tottering.
Your boy Terry